Soul Patch

Chapter 243 I am the target entity
Before Song Fei could finish speaking, another commotion erupted in the corridor.

A loud voice shouted, "Doctor, is the doctor there?"

With this shout, two men carrying a large man came up to them.

Wenjie had met all three of them. The one being carried first was the guy who had been easily brainwashed by him and went upstairs to cause trouble for Jia Nan.

All I can say is that he's a brainless, yet somehow muscular man you can't bring yourself to dislike.

The two men carrying them were the one tall and one short, whom he later encountered. Since they were able to rescue the patch carrier, it can be basically determined that they were the patch carriers.

Wenjie glanced at the big guy and saw a metal tube inserted into his stomach, with a rubber pad at the tip of the protruding section. This...this...

Wenjie thought about what might be in a hospital room, and realized it was a chair leg!

There's no need to guess, it must have been Jia Nan who did it.

Wenjie hung his head in distress, thinking to himself: Did I send you to find Jia Nan to go and get yourself killed?
He smacked his lips and looked at the big guy again.

The big guy was now lying on the ground, his white t-shirt stained red with blood, and he looked utterly listless...

Sigh! Wenjie felt speechless for a moment, thinking to himself: You've wasted all that muscle training. Jia Nan is cunning and treacherous; I didn't expect you to be able to kill him. But you should have been able to hurt him at least a little, right? How did you end up like this and get caught?
How is Jia Nan?

Song Fei was bandaging Xiao Dong's wound when he saw another one being carried in, and he was both angry and anxious. His anger surged, and he felt like his head was about to explode. He abruptly stood up and yelled at the group of lunatics, "Who did this? Tell me...who injured him?"

He had just managed to subdue Tang Shasha and give her a sedative injection, and before Xiao Dong's wounds were even properly bandaged, someone else got injured.

Judging from this, Tang Shasha isn't the only one with a mental breakdown.

We must control the onset of mental illness, otherwise who knows how many people might be harmed.

Among this group of mentally ill people is a murderer who stabbed a family of five!
It is said that when the police arrived at the scene, there were five bodies lying crookedly on the ground, and the guy who did the stabbing was sitting at the dining table having hot pot as if nothing had happened.

The knife used for slashing people was lying next to the sesame sauce dipping dish.

The scene was truly shocking. Even without seeing it, just thinking about it was enough to make Song Fei's scalp tingle.

Song Fei turned his gaze to Wen Jie and asked, "Dean Meng, the situation is too bad. We need to have the security guards send all these patients back to their wards for isolation to prevent any more injuries."

Wenjie nodded thoughtfully, but what he was thinking was: the big guy's injuries needed to be treated quickly; the NPC dying didn't matter, since he wasn't really dead in the real world. But if the patch carrier crashed, that would be disastrous.

He pointed to the big guy on the ground and said to Song Fei, "You bandage him up first."

Song Fei was startled. Looking at Xiao Dong, whose injuries were far more severe than the big guy's, he said blankly, "But...but Xiao Dong's injuries are very serious."

"Go, bandage up Big Guy first, then bandage up Little Dong," Wenjie said firmly, his voice carrying an air of authority and command.

He thought to himself, "As expected of the dean, his words are truly authoritative. I just don't know how to bandage, otherwise I would have run over and bandaged the big guy after hearing his words."

Sure enough, Dr. Song looked unhappy, but dared not go against the dean's wishes. He went to the big guy's side to stop the bleeding, disinfected the area around the wound, and put on the blood plasma and anti-inflammatory IV drip... While doing these things, he glanced sideways at the dean.

He couldn't understand why the hospital director would save this stranger who had barged into the hospital first. Wenjie naturally noticed this, but ignored him and instead had the security captain call some helpers to disperse the mental patients and send them back to their wards.

The ward was locked from the outside... This is a management method for mental patients during extraordinary times.

Soon the area outside the doctor's office became much quieter, with only two men, one tall and one short, remaining besides the injured man.

The tall, thin man approached Wenjie, took out a cigarette from his pocket, offered one to Wenjie, and nodded slightly, saying, "You're the dean, right?"

"Hmm," Wenjie was about to take the cigarette when he looked down at his white coat. He slowly shook his head and said, "Thank you, but smoking is not allowed here."

Saying that made his own teeth ache; heaven knows how much he wanted a cigarette right now.

The tall, thin man pointed to the burly man and the doctor in the white coat in the suite inside, and smiled slightly obsequiously: "He can be saved, right?"

"Um"

Wenjie didn't really know if he could be saved, but it seemed like the problem wasn't too serious.

At that moment, a question came to his mind. He cleared his throat and asked, "Was the person who stabbed him the male patient from room 3125?"

The tall, thin man sniffed and said, "Who knows? We saw him lying on the floor as soon as we went upstairs."

"Then...besides him, was anyone else injured?"

"I don't think so, I didn't notice."

Wenjie smiled faintly and said, "Then why did you notice him in particular?"

The shorter man leaned closer and chuckled, saying, "He's huge; lying in the hallway, it's impossible not to see him!"

After saying that, he looked at the tall man and they both laughed.

Wenjie had no patience to beat around the bush with them. He approached the two men and lowered his voice, saying, "He is the patch carrier, and I guess you are too."

What else could a stranger appearing in a mental hospital in the middle of the night be but a patch carrier?
Who would stay up all night to join a choir or wait to see a mentally ill person go crazy and stab someone?
This question stunned the two men. They exchanged glances, and the taller man winked slyly at the shorter, fatter man, saying, "I told you he looked like one of our own. See, I guessed right."

The short, chubby man blinked his small eyes, his fat face jiggling, and said to Wenjie, "You're also a patch carrier? The system notification shows four patch carriers participating in this network mission, which means the three of us, plus the one lying in the room?"

Four patch carriers? Then it must be these three plus Andy.

But why didn't I see the message about the four-bit patch carrier?
Since they are the carriers of the patch, they must be allies, so there's no need to hide my identity from them.

Wenjie glanced into the treatment room. At that moment, Dr. Song Fei removed the thorn from the big guy's wound, disinfected and bandaged it, and then began to treat Xiao Dong again.

He gestured to the two men in front of him and walked towards one side of the doctor's office corridor, and the two men followed him knowingly.

Reaching a secluded corner in the corridor, Wenjie stopped and said in a voice that the three of them could hear, "I am the target individual. Your online mission is to help me correct the situation so that I can be murdered by Jia Nan tomorrow afternoon."

(End of this chapter)