Chapter 211 Frog Hospital (11) Medical Records
On the way back, Qisi moved his eyes without leaving a trace and looked around.
The overlapping dense forests cluster into natural walls, and white mist billows deeper. The only path that can be walked is connected to the concrete wall of the hospital. Even if someone leads you, you can only wander between the pond and the hospital, unable to go far or leave.
The corridors of the hospital building are dilapidated and lifeless. At the corners of the first three floors, where the safety exits of the floors should have been connected, huge iron plates were nailed to block players' sight and footsteps.
In the entire building, the only place you can go is the fourth floor.
Cheng Xiaoyu got into the wide open doorway on the fourth floor and disappeared together with the person and the shadow.
Qisi and Sun Dekuan walked back to the bottom of the corridor that separated the morgue and the kitchen.
The iron bed parked in the middle of the corridor disappeared without a trace. The iron door of the morgue was eerily closed, and from time to time there was the sound of rolling iron wheels.
Qisi walked straight into the kitchen, put his hand under the faucet and washed it for a while, then slowly washed the pendulum that came into contact with Cheng Xiaoyu.
He glanced at the time by the way. The hour hand of the destiny pocket watch pointed to a position of almost six o'clock in the evening - a trip to the pond seemed to be extremely time-consuming.
Sun Dekuan gritted his teeth and followed Qisi into the kitchen. He watched with confusion as the young man washed his hands, took out the sugar bowl from his backpack and poured out all the sugar in it.
He didn't understand and asked: "Brother Cheng, what are you doing?"
Qisi put the empty sugar can on the table and opened the lid of the iron bucket with one hand. , picked up a long-handled spoon with one hand, fished out a spoonful of tadpoles from the bucket, put it on the edge of the bucket to drain the blood, and then put it under the faucet to clean it.
Looking at his calm movements, Sun Dekuan suddenly had a terrifying guess.
Lin Chen, who is obviously familiar with Qisi, has a task of letting people eat a thousand tadpoles. The dungeon lasted for five days, and the total intake of tadpoles on the first day was only 140, which means You will need to find someone to eat at least three hundred additional tadpoles.
Lu Zimo had a jar of tadpoles, and it looked like there were more than three hundred of them. Normally, if you have any needs in this area, you can talk about it on the table. There is no need to think of a solution in private, unless...
Sun Dekuan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Brother Cheng, please give me some information first. Are you trying to secretly feed people tadpoles?”
It is known that Zisi is very repulsive to tadpoles and even poured tadpole soup in the morning at the risk of increasing the failure rate. Naturally, these newly fished tadpoles will not. Into his own mouth...
Chisi said "um hum" in affirmation, and stared intently at the water dripping from the edge of the spoon, until no trace of blood could be seen anymore, then he stood by the sink Pour it all out and throw a pile of half-dead tadpoles into the sugar bowl.
Sun Dekuan saw Qisi's take-it-for-granted attitude. On the one hand, he was shocked, but on the other hand, he was relieved. The other party even told him this plan frankly, and probably regarded him as one of his own.
He lowered his voice and reminded: "Brother Cheng, you may not know that Huang Xiaofei is not a simple woman. She seems to have some deadly trump cards. If you want to lay something, you should wait until the last day and run away after finishing it..."
As soon as he raised his head, he saw Qisi looking at him with confusion and amusement: "What are you thinking about? I don't intend to let anyone eat it."
The young man tightened the lid of the sugar bowl. , and sighed: "Tadpole may have a problem, and I don't believe that the dean doesn't know this. His home field advantage and information advantage are too great. If you don't want to fall into passivity, you have to find a way to drag him into the water."
Sun Dekuan felt that he understood something, but he was still confused and unsure. After all, he didn’t dare to expose his IQ, so he quickly gave a thumbs up: “So that’s it, I didn’t say it, this is a great move!”
“It’s just an idea, the specific effect depends on how it is implemented. "Qisi smiled inexplicably, put the sugar bowl back into his backpack, put the spoon back in its place, and then walked towards the kitchen door.
Sun Dekuan didn't want to stay in the kitchen any longer, so he immediately turned around and walked out.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the light in the corridor seems to have dimmed a little, and the gray color is like a cloudy afternoon.
The moment Zeiss crossed the threshold, a familiar feeling of dizziness surged up like a tide, like sailing on a rough sea.
The color in front of me was twisted like a whirlpool, changing from gray to completely black in a matter of seconds. Zeiss fell backwards, but did not fall to the ground as he expected.
His back hit the cold and hard bed board, and his limbs lay flat beside him. It seemed that he did not fall suddenly, but had been lying flat on this bed board for a long time.
The smell of disinfectant mixed with the musty smell poured into the nasal cavity, and a bad premonition emerged from the unknown situation. Qisi opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his white coat and the debris in the corner.
He seemed to have returned to the abandoned operating room where he was when he first entered the dungeon a day ago. Even his posture and body feel were the same.
The time on the destiny pocket watch shows six o'clock in the evening, and the [Failure Rate] in the upper left corner of the sight is still 25%, indicating that what just happened was not a simple reversal of time.
Perhaps the dungeon is refreshed and various arrangements return to the same as they were a day ago; or some mechanism is triggered and the whole person is teleported to a specific location; and the worst possibility is-
I died once for no apparent reason, but because the role play failure rate was not full, I didn’t die completely and returned to the starting point.
Ziss prefers the first explanation. After all, the crisis triggering mechanism of opening the door to kill is too much of a test of luck.
"My memory is still there, and the others should be the same. I just don't know if the memories of NPCs and ghosts in the dungeon are preserved..."
The black-haired young man speculated endlessly, and put on He wore a white coat, put on flat-rimmed glasses, and pushed out the door.
In the familiar corridor, the skinny patients sat in a row on the bench outside the ward door, looking at Qiss with the same hostile eyes as on the first day.
They seemed not to remember that such a scene had happened before, and their expressions showed the ignorance of the first meeting, with just the right amount of consideration.
——Just like the NPCs in third-rate online games on the market that are refreshed at regular intervals.
This time, Qisi pretended not to feel the threat and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Have you eaten tadpoles today?"
The patients looked at each other for a long time, and finally one The little man sneered: "I've eaten it every day, but it's of no use..."
As he spoke, his voice gradually became more crying: "My mother-in-law is still pregnant, and she still wants to go into this." Damn this place, I'm going to be killed by you..."
Qisi interrupted him and asked: "Did you drink tadpole soup this morning?"
As soon as these words came out, all the patients turned their faces and stared directly at Qiss.
They talked a lot.
"What tadpole soup? Tadpoles are medicine, how can we make soup?"
"We don't drink soup in the morning, only water, but my mother-in-law does have soup to drink..."
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The original male patients in the hospital did not need to drink tadpole soup in the morning, but the players, regardless of gender, were each given a bowl of tadpole soup and were required to drink it all.
Is it a special treatment that only belongs to the character played by the player, or is the player's role discovered by a certain entity and taking measures?
Although the prompt text of the weird game does not mention this aspect, similar hidden dangers may not exist.
Qisi has a vague feeling that the game system does not have very high control over this copy. The failure rate is modified according to the real-time situation, and the information provided is something that players can infer. The main task It’s more about taking it step by step...
The weird game seems to be exploring this dungeon simultaneously with the player. It knows more limited information than the player, and can only induce the player to do something to help it achieve a certain goal. purpose.
To use a vivid analogy, this feeling is like a serial writer without an outline, who often only knows the plot two hours in advance of the reader...
Therefore, it is very reasonable for the system to prompt that it does not know certain situations.
"Dr. Cheng, are you feeling better after resting? You suddenly fainted on the operating table. We are all worried about you." A nurse with blood on her white clothes came from a distance and said, Saying exactly the same lines as the first day. Chiss smiled at the patients calmly, as if it was just a normal doctor-patient interaction.
He looked at the nurse and asked directly: "The director suggested that I stop working and receive treatment. The ward is still No. 404, right?"
The nurse was He stole the line, but did not show any abnormality. He continued like a normal chat: "Yes, yes, it turns out you know everything. I thought I would have to persuade you for a long time."
Qisi was noncommittal and walked towards the direction of ward No. 404 in his memory. The nurse followed him, talking non-stop along the way: "Oh, Dr. Cheng, the director said you just put too much mental pressure on yourself. That surgery was really bad." "It's not your fault."
"You performed the entire operation in compliance with the surgical specifications without making any mistakes. You even took your own blood and gave it to Wang Ying. It can be said that you have done your best to save Wang Ying's life. , her family can’t figure it out either..."
Wang Ying?
Qiss heard a new name again. Based on the context, he could tell that this was the woman he saw in the vision who died on the operating table.
Through the rule of elimination, it can be determined that the "Xu Qing" appearing in the prompt text is one of the pregnant ghosts in the corridor at night.
But this is no longer important, it is enough to know that this ghost is connected to the dean.
The nurse was still chattering: "Those people really can't figure it out. This is a policy set by the superiors. We are only responsible for implementing it. How can we be blamed?"
"I really feel sorry for you. You're not ok, grassroots work is not easy, you are not a human being inside and outside, and you are not pleasing to the left and right..."
Suddenly, a blue frog jumped out of the gap in the wall, its cheeks bulging eagerly to pass by. of pedestrians.
The nurse was startled and stopped talking.
Chiss spoke at the right time: "I heard that people who hurt frogs will be cursed. You said that operations in our hospital always fail. Is it because the patients ate tadpoles and were cursed by the frogs?"
The nurse was stunned for a moment, then nodded her head like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, Dr. Cheng, I guess they were cursed for eating tadpoles, which is why they ended up like this..."
Qisi Da Duan said: "I heard from several patients that our hospital will secretly purchase some tadpoles from Green Frog Hospital and use them as medicine. Is this true?"
"How is it possible?" The nurse said "Pfft" He laughed and said, "It's obviously because they are superstitious, thinking that eating fourteen tadpoles can prevent pregnancy. We all said that tadpoles have parasites, and they still have to find someone to buy them from outside in private."
Qisi I clearly remember that yesterday a nurse called Lu Zimo out and handed him a jar of tadpoles and three sets of hospital gowns.
He smiled pretending to be funny: "I guess those patients are spreading rumors. I'm a little nervous. But I heard that there is a custom of drinking tadpole soup in some places. I don't know how it is done."
< br>He turned his head to look at the nurse beside him, studying the latter's expression.
The confusion on the nurse's face did not seem to be fake: "Tadpole soup? Can this kind of thing be drunk?"
Qisi stopped talking and continued to move forward neither fast nor slow. The first two digits of the room number along the corridor changed from "42" to "41", and Room 404 is at the end of the corridor not far away.
The nurse smiled and said: "Dr. Cheng, I will send you here. You can rest in peace and recover while I leave first."
Qisi watched her leave with an expressionless face, and then walked towards the destination.
During the conversation just now, there were many things about him that did not fit in with the gentle persona that he tried out yesterday. He seemed distant and a little aggressive.
The failure rate has not changed at all.
“Normally speaking, a person’s personality is diverse. Even if one day he suddenly behaves differently than before, as a semi-stranger in a colleague relationship, he will only think that the other person is in a bad mood, or When something happens, there will be no unnecessary suspicion. "
" Suspicion arises just because of a different behavior, unless it is "shooting first and then drawing the target", knowing in advance that something may happen or directly. Yes - there is something wrong in my heart.”
Some speculations emerged in Qisi's mind. He stopped in front of the ward door, raised his hand and pushed the door open.
Huang Xiaofei, Lu Zimo and Sun Dekuan were sitting peacefully on their respective beds. The situation was very different from the first day, but their faces showed varying degrees of solemnity.
When Sun Dekuan saw Qisi, he seemed to have finally found a backbone, and whispered: "Oh my God, I suddenly fainted while walking just now, what is going on? ?”
No one paid attention to him.
On the bed next to the wall, Huang Xiaofei asked lazily: "The main mission of [Searching for the Statue of the Holy Son] was triggered by you, right? Not long after that, we fainted and woke up again. You were lying here when you came. You don’t know anything, do you?”
"Well, I don't know anything." Qisi said honestly.
He sat down by the bed, looking across Sun Dekuan at the jar of tadpoles on Lu Zimo's bedside table: "I asked the nurse on the way here, and she claimed that these tadpoles were not provided by their hospital. It's just that patients are superstitious and believe that taking it will prevent pregnancy, so they buy it privately. "Impossible." Huang Xiaofei looked at Qisi suspiciously, "You also called Green Frog Hospital yesterday. It was clearly stated over there that they would be responsible for raising tadpoles and supplying them to us."
"Someone lied," Zis said. "I also heard the news that many patients died during the operation. On stage, I was cursed just because I hurt the frog. Taking tadpoles also meets the conditions for triggering the curse."
He lowered his eyes and added with a smile: "Of course, these are just my words, believe it or not. As you wish.”
A heavy atmosphere spread in the ward, and Lu Zimo cast an inquiring look at Huang Xiaofei.
Sun Dekuan looked at Qisi, unsure of the intention behind his words, intending to act based on his expression.
After half a minute of lag, Huang Xiaofei said calmly: "Let's cooperate. You should also feel that it is not easy to complete the main task. There will be many crises in the next four days, and only by sharing information can we To solve the puzzle, cooperation is the best option.”
Qisi stared at her with a half-smile.
Huang Xiaofei stood up, neither humble nor overbearing: "I made a mistake in judging the situation of this dungeon before, and Yelang was arrogant. I would like to apologize to you. But in terms of experience in clearing the dungeon and ability to deal with emergencies, We still have a big advantage, you need us as much as we need you.”
She pulled out four pieces of white paper covered with scrawled writing from under the pillow and handed it to Qisi: "Zimo and I secretly sneaked into the archives and found the medical records of the four of us and transcribed them. It may have some reference value."
Chis took the white paper and put it aside without looking at it: "Just like you can't believe the authenticity of what I said, I can't judge the authenticity of this clue. After all, it has not been converted into prompt text. Refresh on the system interface."
Huang Xiaofei said: "I can take you to the archives tomorrow."
"But we can't be sure that the medical records will still be there tomorrow. Isn't it?" Qisi narrowed his eyes and smiled, not hiding the calculation in his eyes, "What I want to say is - I have a contract-type skill that can ensure that both parties abide by the agreement. What do you think?"
< br>The bloody contract scroll loomed in the air, with a series of terms conducive to cooperation including mutual trust written on it.
The words seem to be logical and reasonable, but on the contrary, they feel suspicious and like a trap, just waiting for people to dive into it.
Huang Xiaofei read the terms and conditions over and over again, guessing the origin and level of this skill, her eyebrows dim and unclear.
Lu Zimo sat next to him like a ghost and sneered. At this moment, he suddenly said: "No problem!"
He looked directly into Qisi's eyes, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. A hint of something different: "Cheng An, if my sister doesn't want to, I can sign with you..."
"Zimo." Huang Xiaofei gave her cousin a warning look, and when she looked back her eyes were already gone. It was calm, "Cheng An, I can sign a contract with you on these terms, but I have two conditions: first, copy the contract with the pen and paper I brought; second, the original copy belongs to me."
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(End of this chapter)