My Healing Games

Chapter 587 Secret Infiltration
“I really didn’t do anything outrageous. I’ve been sleeping on the floor these past few days and haven’t even held hands. If it were someone else, how could they resist such temptation? If he hadn’t been killed, his baby would probably be a month old by now.”

Han Fei quietly followed behind the blood-red paper figure, muttering to himself as if chanting a sutra.

Perhaps because the changes in Building 2 attracted the attention of the plastic surgery hospital, Han Fei arrived at the second floor of Building 5 without encountering any obstacles.

The blood-red paper figure stopped at the entrance of the stairwell and did not continue to go upstairs.

"Is there anything on the second floor?"

Pressing against the wall, Han Fei turned his head to look at the other side of the corridor.

The long hospital corridor seemed to have no end.

A hissing sound of electricity rang out, and the light above Han Fei's head flickered slightly. When he came to his senses again, a light at the end of the second-floor corridor went out.

"After all the lights in Building No. 2 went out, all the monsters in the hospital gathered there. From this, we can infer that the lights must have been some kind of signal."

With teary eyes, Han Fei always looked like this whenever he used Fu Tian's Ghost Eye talent; it seemed that Fu Tian could only see ghosts when he was crying.

"Is there a person standing in the darkness, manipulating the lights and alerting the others?"

The lights flickered again, and this time two lights at the end of the corridor went out, and the figures in the darkness seemed to be moving slowly.

How did that person find me?

Gripping the Rebirth Blade in reverse, Han Fei decided to try a different method of infiltration.

He picked up the blood-red paper figure and, as the lights flickered for the third time, sprinted with all his might toward the darkness at the end of the corridor!
"Kill him before he attracts the attention of any more doctors!"

Each time the lights went out, the distance between Han Fei and the figure would decrease.

The figure standing in the darkness did not react; it hid in what it thought was a safe place, releasing a suffocating pressure.

As the lights flickered for the fifth time, Han Fei touched the darkness, and the butcher's knife in his hand suddenly burst forth with a blinding light.

Using his art appreciation skills to pinpoint the figure, Han Fei brought down his blade, not only killing the figure but also cleaving through the darkness behind it.

"Touching the secrets deep within the soul."

With his five fingers pressed against the figure, Han Fei prepared in advance to prevent the ghost from having any backup plans, and stuffed the blood-red paper figure into the figure's heart.

The blood-stained paper burrowed into the figure's body, and his skin gradually dried and cracked, turning as pale as paper.

Since the unexpected release of his maniacal laughter, which severed his severely injured ten fingers, Han Fei felt that he had become much more confident.

The lights that had been turned off came back on, and the figure was revealed. It was the soul of a doctor in a white coat, who seemed to have been stripped of all emotion, like a puppet on a string.

Under the light, the blood-red paper figure grew deep within the doctor's soul, spreading a curse, and the doctor's skin cracked inch by inch.

Han Fei had just used the secret of touching the depths of the soul on the doctor's soul. It seemed that the doctor's heart had been hollowed out, and there were no human emotions, only a strong desire for death.

"How much torment must one have endured to make the annihilation of one's soul one's final wish?"

Unable to obtain any further information, Han Fei pulled the Rebirth Blade from the doctor's soul. The blank soul instantly vanished, leaving only faint glimmers of light that seeped into the Rebirth Blade.

The blood-red paper figure sat on the ground, pulling out cursed names one by one from the doctor's soul. Those people were no longer in this world, only their names, filled with resentment, remained in the doctor's body.

"This doctor has pale skin, wears a white coat, and has a name stained with resentment etched into his soul. Could he be the ghost representing white in the hospital?"

Both Cao Lingling and Zhang Zhuangzhuang had warned Han Fei that three types of ghosts would appear in the hospital after dark.

Red ghosts tear off their faces, white ghosts eat people, and the most terrifying are black ghosts.

"Doctors in plastic surgery clinics all turn into white ghosts after they die?" Han Fei looked at the light spots in the Rebirth Knife and shook his head slightly: "It probably varies from person to person. Only doctors who still have a beautiful humanity hidden in their hearts will become white ghosts. But why do white ghosts eat people?"

After the doctor's soul dissipated, only a tattered white coat remained on the ground.

Han Fei reached out and picked up the white coat, then rummaged through the pocket and found a thin medical record.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully discovered a clue related to the personality fragments!"

"Related to personality fragments?" Han Fei vaguely remembered that after he reached level 20, a new item was unlocked on his attribute panel: personality fragments. He had also obtained a personality fragment after leaving the Mirror God World, and this thing seemed to be very useful to him.

As Han Fei flipped through the medical records, the system's prompts echoed in his mind once again.

"Attention player number 0000! You have been identified as a member of the list of individuals with personality disorders."

"List of Individuals with Disordered Personalities (G-level Clue): This list contains the names of five individuals with disordered personalities, which are the last traces they left in the city."

"Attention! Collecting five G-level lists will yield an F-level clue."

Han Fei touched the names on the medical record with his finger, and the system provided no further information.

"The names inside the doctor's soul correspond exactly to these patients with personality disorders. Did the doctor strip them of their personalities?"

"The so-called white ghost eats people; does this eating people represent devouring a certain aspect of the other person's personality?"

When Han Fei entered the shrine at the plastic surgery hospital, he triggered a shrine inheritance quest called "Perfect Personality." This shrine memory world revolves around the most perfect personality.

“If I hadn’t changed my fate, Fu Sheng, who is now completely in despair, would probably have been sent to a plastic surgery hospital to undergo personality correction treatment under Du Shu’s ‘special care’.”

Fu Sheng, who was perfectly fine, will be gradually tormented into madness, and will also get closer and closer to the black box hidden in the abyss of human nature.

“I killed the doctor at the plastic surgery clinic. He not only didn’t hate me, but he also poured the last bit of his humanity into my executioner’s knife.”

Han Fei now knew what he had to do: "Help all the doctors find relief, gather all the names, and upgrade the clues step by step. This is probably what that doctor wanted to see as well."

Unleashing carnage and saving all living beings can be the same process under certain circumstances. Just like the Midnight Butcher and the Dawn Butcher, although they are both hidden professions, the meaning that the profession itself gives to the player changes significantly because the targets of killing are different.

After the doctor died, the lights in Building 5 returned to normal.

To outsiders, it might appear that the outsiders have been eliminated.

"It's not midnight yet, and the hospital's corruption hasn't reached its worst point." Han Fei prepared to disguise himself as a doctor at the hospital and infiltrate to carry out a cleanup operation.

While Han Fei was formulating his plan, the blood-red paper figure stood quietly to the side, having become accustomed to all of this.

Seeing that Han Fei had put away the medical record and white coat, the paper figure continued to sway and walk upstairs.

The nameless heroes in Building 2 who attracted most of the ghosts' attention in the hospital really helped Han Fei a lot. He didn't encounter many ghosts along the way and arrived at the third floor smoothly.

Pushing open the security door, the wall paint on this floor was no longer a stark white; instead, small patches of paint appeared, like age spots on an elderly person's skin.

Reaching out to touch the wall, the feeling was also strange, somewhat like touching the skin of a living person.

"Building No. 5 has already been transformed into this state. What will Building No. 6 and Building No. 7 become? And the rumored Building No. 8 is even more unimaginable."

Han Fei followed the paper figure as it slowly moved through the floors. They finally stopped at the door of ward number nine on the third floor. The ward was unlocked, the door was ajar, and people were talking inside.

“It seems like this patient has two different personalities inside him. I think he is qualified to enter Building No. 7.”

"If you can find a way to force out the other personality in his body so that we can all see it, then I will go with you to find the vice president."

“I’ve tried many methods, but the more I torment him, the happier he becomes.” The voice inside the room sounded somewhat helpless: “His other personality doesn’t care about the life or death of the main personality at all, and I don’t dare to kill him directly.”

"The patient may know that you wouldn't dare to kill him, so he's using you to find pleasure."

"This is the first time I've ever seen such a twisted patient. How about we send him to Du Shu? She's the dean's favorite. It would be good for us to curry favor with her."

“Du Shu doesn’t like such a perverted dog. What she likes is to drive a normal person step by step into madness, and then kick them away once they’ve completely lost their mind.” Another somewhat hoarse voice in the room said, “Didn’t Du Shu have a crush on that game company employee a while ago? She just wanted to have him all to herself. But after that employee got Du Shu, he not only didn’t repent, but he even became worse, driving Du Shu crazy. She’s been using more ‘medicine’ every week.”

"Having such a perfect monster, and still constantly cheating on him, he and Du Shu are really a good match."

"Enough talk, let's get started. First, destroy his face so he can slowly forget himself, then send him underground to have his personality stripped away."

The conversation inside the room gradually subsided, followed by Ah Chong's familiar shouts.

After being stimulated by pain, this pervert begged for mercy while laughing happily and saying some very vulgar things, which made the ghosts in the house very unhappy.

If this continues, Ah Chong might die. Han Fei covered the paper figure's ears and pushed open the ward door.

In the spacious single ward, two doctors and a nurse with her face wrapped in bandages stood beside the bed, injecting different medications into Ah Chong's body, while holding scalpels of varying lengths in their hands.

"Another one? Who are you?" A doctor looked at Han Fei with suspicion. His face was covered in bandages. "You must have come to the wrong ward. This patient is our responsibility."

Another doctor who had been lying next to the hospital bed also raised his head. He was covered in blood, and all the bandages on his face had been removed. His face was devoid of features, with only blood vessels constantly oozing out.

"The red ghost tore off its own face?"

As Han Fei approached, he had already drawn the Rebirth Blade.

By the time the doctor reacted, a dazzling flash of light had pierced through one of the men's chests.

A "colleague" wearing the same clothes and the same work ID suddenly attacks you without any warning, leaving most people no time to react.

"Fool, a knife can't kill him." The doctor's face was covered in blood, and a gash appeared on his face. Blood seeped through his white coat. Before his transformation was complete, Han Fei's Rebirth Blade had already slashed into his forehead and directly into his body.

The frantically writhing blood vessels would be crushed as soon as they came near the blade's edge; it was a sharpness never before seen in this world.

With a single, decisive strike, Han Fei immediately turned around. The entire process took no more than three seconds. The nurse tried to scream, but as soon as she opened her mouth, a blood-red paper figure grabbed her tongue.

The paper figure was extremely agitated, and as if to vent its anger, it produced a large amount of blood.

To alleviate the nurse's pain, Han Fei decisively delivered the final blow.

Three "colleagues" lay in pools of blood, nothing good emanating from them.

"The Rebirth Blade cuts into their bodies as easily as tearing paper. Are these people doctors or butchers?"

"The white ghost, having lost all emotions, still retains a beautiful humanity within its body after death. These guys clearly retain human reason and emotions, yet their souls contain nothing of value."

Han Fei looked at the bloodstains on the ground. The three people had not disappeared after they died; their bodies were rotting rapidly and emitting a foul odor.

They forcefully ripped off the bandages from the doctors' faces; their features were already blurred, and they probably hadn't even remembered what they looked like.

"Do these guys usually hide deep inside the hospital?"

After taking off his doctor's white coat, Han Fei found two more medical records, each with the patient's name written on it.

"With two more books, I'll be able to get an F-level clue."

Han Fei casually tossed his white coat on the ground and turned to look at A-Chong.

Under Han Fei's gaze, A Chong was almost scared to death. The man in front of him killed three people as soon as he entered the room, leaving a room full of blood, and then began to search for things on the corpses.

Compared to this man, those crazy doctors from before were practically gentle.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to rescue you." Han Fei pulled down his mask. "Do you remember me?"

"Han Fei?" Ah Chong's pupils twitched violently: "You...you acted in those movies, were they all real?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Han Fei untied the restraints on A Chong's body. "Come and help me deal with the corpse. Hurry up."

"But I don't know how!" Ah Chong collapsed to the ground, looking at the blood all over the ground.

"No one can do it from the start; I also gradually learned it."

Upon hearing Han Fei's words, A Chong, kneeling on the ground, dared not get up: "You...you're not going to silence me, are you?"

"Why would I kill him?" Han Fei was a little speechless. While skillfully cleaning up the bloodstains and sealing the body in the cabinet, he turned to A Chong and said, "You acted so perverted in front of others, why are you so timid now?"

(End of this chapter)