My Healing Games

Chapter 111 Tears of Healing Shed (Fourth Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

In this gloomy and terrifying world of despair, Han Fei tells Xu Qin about a bright future.

Everywhere you look there are evil spirits and monsters, and if you're not careful, your soul will be scattered. Hope is the rarest thing in such a place.

Han Fei was once a hopeless person. He was depressed, decadent, and unlucky. He was too lazy to struggle or resist.

But when he entered the deeper world, he realized that having no hope was not terrible; what was terrible was living in boundless despair, without even knowing what hope was.

After getting to know his neighbors, Han Fei could feel a change in his mindset. He discovered that his will to survive was so strong, and that he really wanted to live a meaningful life.

His life was changed by this hellish game, and now he wants to change the people around him.

Xu Qin was judged to be crazy by the system. Even the system's introduction stated that Xu Qin was a curse aggregate and her state was very unstable. But so what?
In Han Fei's view, Xu Qin had saved his life more than once, and that was enough.

"You should rest well. I'm still waiting to eat your cooking." Han Fei looked out the window at the dark night. He saw the boundless despair and the empty streets. "After we've explored the surrounding area, we can open a delicatessen on this street. Your cooking is so delicious, it will definitely attract a lot of things. Maybe it can even heal their broken hearts."

Xu Qin gradually recovered, and Han Fei then left the fifth floor.

……

Huang Ying's consciousness slowly returned after being severely traumatized. The moment he opened his eyes, his body involuntarily curled up. He was terrified and in a daze.

"you're awake?"

A kind and gentle voice reached his ears, and Huang Ying looked warily in the direction from which the voice came.

Under the dim light, an old woman carried a pot of freshly cooked porridge out of the kitchen: "I noticed you have a deficiency of yin, so I cooked you a pot of porridge. Drink some while it's hot."

The boxy television was playing advertisements, and the room was decorated in the style of decades ago—simple yet cozy.

"I remember being chased by a ghost..." Huang Ying sat on the bed for a long time. He found that his previous memories had become somewhat blurry, as if something had hit his head.

"It seems like you had a nightmare." The old lady ladled a bowl of soup for Huang Ying. "I saw you lying alone in the stairwell and was afraid you would catch a cold, so I carried you into the house. But after you lay down, you started talking nonsense."

"Was it really a dream? But it felt so real." Huang Ying sat up in bed. He could smell the aroma of the porridge. Exhausted, he slowly picked up the bowl of porridge.

As the steaming water caressed his cheeks, Huang Ying tried taking a small sip.

The warmth slid down my mouth into my stomach, rich and comforting, dispelling the chill in my body.

Holding the porcelain bowl in disbelief, Huang Ying's mind was filled with terrifying and bloody images: a woman crawling on the ceiling like a spider, a deranged killer with half his body burned, and the baby-faced girl with a split mouth who had tricked him into the room.

Overwhelmed by a relentless wave of terror, he shook his head frantically, then looked at the steaming porridge in his hands.

A simple bowl of porridge brought Huang Ying an unprecedented experience with its indescribable warmth; he had never tasted such comforting porridge before.

Holding the porridge in both hands, Huang Ying, having narrowly escaped death, actually cried while looking at the bowl of porridge.

"What's wrong with you, child?" The old lady didn't know why Huang Ying was crying. She picked up the cloth on the table and handed it to Huang Ying: "Why are you crying when you're such a grown-up?"

"No." Huang Ying sniffed and wiped her slightly red and swollen eyes. "Your porridge is so delicious. My mother used to cook porridge for me all the time when she was alive."

Are you thinking of your mother?

"Hmm." Huang Ying wasn't afraid of the heat and took another big gulp of porridge. "When I was little, I was very naughty. Once in winter, I went to play by the lake and accidentally slipped in. The ice was very thin. I was shouting in the icy water, and my mother jumped in to save me without hesitation. Later, she pushed me to the shore, but she didn't have the strength to climb out herself."

"Your mother is great."

“I’ve always felt guilty. I have a lot of money now and I can get whatever I want, but I can’t say I’m happy or unhappy. I just always feel like there’s something in my heart.” Huang Ying drank the porridge cooked by the old lady, her eyes still red. “I rarely talk to people about these things. Sometimes I think I’ve stopped thinking about them, but in the nightmare just now, I seemed to see my mother again.”

"You just saw your mother?" the old lady asked, somewhat surprised.

“In that endless fear, just when I thought I was going to die and had given up struggling, she appeared again.” Huang Ying tried her best to recall: “Just like when I was very young, she saved me when I was on the verge of death. She entered the depths of my nightmare and saved me.”

"Did you see clearly?"

“I didn’t see clearly, but in such a desperate nightmare, who else but my mother would come to take me away? They all felt so similar to me.” Huang Ying touched his chest: “This game always manages to capture the softest ray of light in people’s hearts. Perhaps it’s trying to heal my pain in this way…”

As Huang Ying muttered to himself, the bedroom door opened, and a child saw the porridge and vegetables on the table, exclaiming, "I won't eat from the coffin..."

Before she could finish speaking, the old lady covered the child's mouth.

Rubbing his red and swollen eyes, Huang Ying silently finished the porridge on the table: "Actually, I'm a very cowardly person. I only dare to say these things to NPCs in the game."

He stood up, bowed deeply to the old lady, and then took out many gifts from his inventory and placed them on the table: "Thank you for the porridge, but I can't calm down right now. I have to do something to confirm a guess!"

After saying that, Huang Ying walked towards the bathroom under the puzzled gazes of the old lady and the child.

He grabbed the bathroom doorknob and glanced back at the cozy little house: "Perhaps I understand the meaning of the hidden map now. This game really exceeded my expectations, striking straight to the heart and touching the soul."

With a slow, forceful movement, Huang Ying opened the bathroom door. Just as he stepped inside, a hand landed on his back.

Boundless Yin energy instantly appeared, and Huang Ying's body transformed into a streak of blood-red light, penetrating the blood-red attribute panel.

The attribute panel, which was covered in blood vessels, slowly returned to normal, and Han Fei, who had just used the Soul Return talent, collapsed to the ground.

"Does returning to life take such a heavy toll on the body? I feel completely drained."

Han Fei arrived at Meng Shi's house before Huang Ying woke up. He was worried that Huang Ying might suffer some aftereffects, so he hid in the bedroom to observe him secretly until Huang Ying woke up on his own before sending him back.

(End of this chapter)