My Healing Games

Chapter 553 Han Fei's Theme Song
Han Fei wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

The doctor walked out of the ward without warning. He didn't expect there to be someone standing outside and panicked instantly.

"I only came here today to take care of some business, and I'm not familiar with the hospital at all, so I accidentally got lost." Han Fei emphasized "only came here today" and "got lost." He could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the other person, but instead of pointing it out, he used his acting skills to "back it up" for the other person.

"Oh, is that so? You've gone the wrong way. The exit is behind you." The doctor's mask was soaked with sweat, and his pupils were trembling.

"Thank you." Han Fei smiled. "Doctor, your sleeve is wrinkled."

The doctor was holding a blood-stained bandage and couldn't straighten his sleeve. After Han Fei finished speaking, he directly helped him straighten it: "Doctors usually wear clean gloves when handling this kind of waste. Yours seems to be sterile gloves. I remember they are only used when performing surgery. Of course, I'm not a doctor, I'm just saying, don't take it to heart."

While Han Fei was helping the other person straighten their sleeves, he also touched them, but he didn't see any information about them, so he could confirm that this doctor was not a player.

Judging from Shen Luo's experience, not all the doctors and patients in the hospital are bad; they also seem to want to escape.

"Thank you for pointing the way. See you again sometime."

The doctor held the blood-stained bandage, his heart pounding. His mask was slowly soaked with blood, making it look like there was a wound on his face beneath it.

Seeing that the other party's acting skills and mental fortitude were so poor, Han Fei did not continue to make things difficult for him and turned to enter Building No. 1.

After the doctor left, Han Fei returned the way he came. He quietly opened the ward door and peeked inside.

Lying on the pristine white hospital bed was a "patient" dressed in a hospital gown. The person was covered with a blanket and wrapped in freshly applied bandages, appearing to be asleep.

"The bandages were just changed. Does that mean the person lying in bed is the doctor, and the one who escaped was the patient?"

Upon entering the room, Han Fei saw a medical record on the bedside table. It listed the names of most of the patients in Building 2, but strangely, the record did not indicate the cosmetic surgery procedures performed on those patients. It only recorded their physical and psychological defects.

"These patients are all imperfect people, and each of them actually has a score?"

Han Fei felt that the Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital was like an experiment, with the wealthy people in Building 1 being the investors and the beneficiaries of the experiment, while the patients on other floors were the participants.

"It seems the plastic surgery hospital was just a front." Han Fei had always been curious about one thing: Fu Sheng's memories of his student days and his memories of his adulthood were completely disconnected. How could a student who could see dirty things suddenly become a top figure of the era? The process in between was a complete mystery.

"Could the Fu brothers' obsession with 'Perfection' after growing up be related to this plastic surgery hospital? Did the two brothers go through something here?"

Han Fei thought about it carefully and felt it was very likely.

He had served as the building manager before the new building manager and knew some of Fu Sheng's true memories. After Fu Yi's death, Fu Sheng was treated as a patient and confined to his home.

Fu Yi's wife found many doctors for him, and those doctors may very well include the doctors in the plastic surgery hospital who are in charge of psychological therapy.

“Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital has some kind of connection with Du Shu. Du Shu only treats Fu Yi’s family as toys. She will never let Fu Sheng receive normal treatment.”

"Under her intervention, Fu Sheng will only get worse and worse, sliding further and further into the abyss."

Only the most desperate person can possess the black box, and the black box chose Fu Sheng. This alone shows the kind of pain the previous building manager had experienced.

"The human world left him battered and bruised, but... in the end, he still chose the path of destroying the deeper world." Han Fei initially thought that Fu Sheng chose destruction simply because destruction was easier than redemption, and also because Fu Sheng himself was a living person, which was why he made such a choice.

But as Han Fei got to know him better, he realized that there was a deeper reason why Fu Sheng chose destruction.

"It must have been very difficult for him to make the decision to destroy."

Han Fei knew Fu Sheng's final fate: his three children were severely injured, and he himself was beaten so badly that only fragments of his memory remained.

"Compared to Fu Tian, ​​the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceutical, Fu Sheng should be the greatest person."

Han Fei wanted to stay a little longer, but then he heard hurried footsteps in the hallway. To avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, he quickly left.

"There are five buildings in the plastic surgery hospital. Apart from Building No. 1, which occupies the largest area and is the most luxurious, the other four buildings seem to have problems."

After leaving Building No. 2, Han Fei met up with several of his men.

"Team leader, how did your discussion go?" Li Guo'er seemed to have heard some rumors. When she saw Han Fei return, her gaze immediately moved downwards, as if she wanted to see something.

Avoiding Li Guo'er's gaze, Han Fei waved to the others: "The negotiations have fallen apart. Not only is that client not going to help us, but he may also target me further."

"Targeting you? Team leader, what did you say to the client? As long as our game is released smoothly, we're sure to make a lot of money. Who would turn down money?" Fake Tree Bro was a little anxious. For game developers like him, the bonus after a game sells well is far more than his normal salary.

Looking at his subordinates, Han Fei began to plan for the worst possible scenario: "Our game development is relatively simple, with low requirements for programming. The focus is on the storyline and art effects. We can outsource the parts that we can't do ourselves. In short, we need to get the game out as soon as possible."

To complete the random shrine quest, Han Fei had to finish the last game. He had no other choice: "I've offended the company's top management and investors. If I ever leave the company, you must continue making this game."

"Don't worry, team leader, I have some classmates who are game programmers." Fake Tree Brother also noticed that Han Fei's tone was not quite right. Several of his subordinates frowned, but Li Guo'er seemed to be in a good mood.

"Team leader, we will make the game no matter what." Li Guo'er leaned closer to Han Fei. She didn't smell any other fragrance on Han Fei. Her eyes, hidden behind her glasses, moved slightly, and the hatred in her eyes seemed to have dissipated a little.

"The company values ​​Octopus and 'Immortality' highly. We have no other way but to save ourselves." Han Fei changed his previous lazy demeanor, becoming decisive and ruthless.

Leading everyone back to the company, Han Fei threw himself wholeheartedly into game development.

He used to slack off at work every day because he didn't care about the game with him as the main character, but now it's different. In order to complete the random shrine quests, he has to go all out.

Han Fei wasn't very knowledgeable about game development, and he mostly relied on his acting skills to fool his subordinates and superiors. However, he possessed an appreciation for art, and coupled with the unique artistic taste he cultivated in the Deep World, he quickly created a world that was absurd, terrifying, full of dark humor and a bloody romantic atmosphere.

The Deep World is where he lives every day, and the personalities of the ten female protagonists are based on real-life figures, so it's a complete copy of reality without any pressure.

"Team leader, I've already contacted my classmates. Since we're making a 2D mini-game, the price they offered isn't high; it's below market price."

"Okay, I'll go find Zhao Qian later. If the company doesn't approve the money, I'll pay for it myself." Han Fei was playing the game to complete random shrine tasks, and his dedication to working on a loan impressed his subordinates.

His subordinates all felt that Han Fei was serious and determined to slap the octopus in the face and truly prove himself.

With such a leader, how could the employees not be passionate?

“Team leader, I can take care of the art, but there’s another troublesome thing.” Li Guo’er particularly liked Han Fei’s current appearance, mature and steady, and reliable: “What about the background music and theme song? Music is also very important for horror games. It’s needed to create atmosphere and enhance immersion.”

"That's a minor issue." Han Fei looked at Li Guo'er: "Has no one told you that I can sing?"

In the hotel of the deep world, after Han Fei used the Rebirth Blade to help Liuli find liberation, he inherited Liuli's singing voice, possessing a voice kissed by a demon.

"Singing?" Li Guo'er pushed up her glasses. "Singing a theme song isn't something you can do just by being able to sing. I suggest we try to find a professional."

"Leave the music part to me. I'll show you what the devil's whispers are all about in a bit." Han Fei assigned the tasks to his subordinates, then picked up his briefcase and ran to find Zhao Qian.

When Han Fei knocked on the office door, he found Zhao Qian hurriedly picking up a document, pretending to be busy.

"Sister Qian, my negotiations with that client have fallen apart." Han Fei sat at Zhao Qian's desk. "Not only will she not help me this time, she will probably try to destroy me, and may even force me out of the company."

"What? You've offended a client, and you expect me to praise you?" Zhao Qian's expression was stern, but the light in her eyes softened.

“I can resign and take responsibility for my mistakes, but my employees are innocent.” Han Fei took out their project team’s schedule from his briefcase: “We’ve been planning and designing the ‘Immortality’ game for a whole year. The year is almost over, and Octopus suddenly replaced us. He’s taken the fruits of our labor for most of the year.”

"Grow up, complaining is pointless."

"I know it's unlikely I can get 'Immortality' back, so I want to finish this romance horror game as soon as possible. It's almost the end of the year, and I need to give my team something to show for it so they can have a good New Year." Han Fei placed the schedule on the table: "The company is short-staffed, so we want to outsource the front-end development. The initial estimate is that it will take..."

“Fu Yi, the company will never approve this money.” Before Han Fei could finish speaking, Zhao Qian interrupted him directly: “You just work here properly. All you need to do now is not to make any more mistakes.”

"I think I guessed it too." Han Fei put away the schedule and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." Seeing how decisively Han Fei left, Zhao Qian spoke again: "That amount is quite large, I'll try my best to help you with that."

"Thank you." Han Fei returned to his office and began planning to create songs and background music. He had a talent for singing and also had extremely rich "life experience." In terms of creation, he had played the role of a spider, deeply experienced the mental journey of a great writer, and carefully pondered the other party's creative state of mind.

The "experience" he had unintentionally accumulated in the past became Han Fei's valuable asset. His songs are absurd, dark, gloomy and crazy, but even in the deepest despair, one can always see a glimmer of hope.

Listening to his composed melodies is like a person slowly sinking into the deep sea, with a ray of warm light shining through the surface and onto his palm.

During lunch, another piece of good news arrived: after the operations team released some game trailers and concept introductions, the game became a hit on some gaming websites.

Han Fei also took some time to check it out. The teaser trailer hadn't been filmed yet. Seven out of ten empty seats were covered by question marks, only revealing the scantily clad, chainsaw-wielding couple, the intellectual and mature Zhao Qian, and the sweet and lovely Li Guo'er with a sickly look in her eyes.

Of course, Li Guo'er and Zhao Qian's appearances have changed somewhat, but their excitement at the time was a genuine expression of emotion, much more real than any acting.

There are many adult games on the market, but a well-made, richly plotted, horror-mystery-infused, and somewhat hysterical romance game like this is something players have never played before; it's the first time they've ever seen one.

The promotional video went viral in just one morning, and the phrase "Sister, come and kill me" even became a popular meme.

The opening line, "Based on a true story," also sparked heated discussions. Most players were speculating about the identity of this mysterious male protagonist, wanting to see who he was that could be liked by so many women to the point of wanting to kill him.

The opening line of this 18+ game played a significant role in its ability to break into the mainstream.

"If the promotional video goes viral, that's good. First, make a big promise, and then it'll be easier to attract investment and sponsorship."

In the afternoon, Han Fei personally went to Brother Fake Tree's place to finalize some details, and he also promised to give him a share of the game's profits later on.

Upon seeing the popularity of the game's promotional video, the other party immediately agreed without any hesitation.

After signing the contract, Han Fei paid part of the money out of his own pocket so that the other party could start working as soon as possible.

Fake Tree Bro's classmates were equally dedicated, and the entire studio immediately started working overtime to put together the project.

Everything was getting back on track, but Han Fei felt increasingly insecure. He always felt that something was chasing him and that he had to complete more tasks and make up for more regrets as soon as possible.

After finishing his business, Han Fei didn't return to the company. Instead, he rented a recording studio and began composing the theme song, drawing on his understanding of the game.

In this world, no one understands the protagonist's pain and bitterness better than Han Fei, after all, he is the protagonist of the real event.

Every word, every note, is soaked in blood and regret, pain and self-blame. From the initial indulgence and enjoyment, to sinking into the depths of desire, to being swallowed by darkness, to being bound to the dining table.

Those who treat love as prey end up being served on the table by love itself, becoming food on their lovers' plates.

The ultimate desire turned into the ultimate despair; only Han Fei could have created such a transformation.

"I never thought I had the potential to be a singer. Sigh, I've been through so much, and my emotions are overflowing from my singing."

(End of this chapter)