My Healing Games

Chapter 709 Even in the Despair, Kindness Never Left
At 10:30 a.m., the sky was still pitch black. Everyone in the city was waiting for the sun to rise, but when they opened their eyes, they could not see any light.

The deeper world, like a deep ocean, silently submerged the city. Ghosts and monsters roamed freely, and supernatural events occurred frequently. More and more people's minds began to become distorted. The evil that had been bound by morality and law was gradually released, making them more terrifying than ghosts.

"All the despair in the world is deposited in the deep world. When the deep world merges with reality, the most terrifying thing is not ghosts and monsters, but that the despair that was once abandoned will take over people's hearts again."

The city was filled with scenes of madness and bloodshed, and the bottom line of humanity was constantly being broken. Many survivors realized then that they were actually very close to evil.

After a short rest, Han Fei, along with some players and Yan Le, drove back into the city.

In just two days, the streets have completely changed. The old order has been broken, and the new order has not even taken shape yet. Everyone is shrouded in despair, and as far as the eye can see, there is only endless chaos.

How many ghosts are there in the deeper world?

Sitting in the taxi, Han Fei kept thinking about this problem. On his way to his destination, he would take action whenever he saw a ghost or monster, partly to increase Li Guo'er's points and partly to enhance Xiao You's mother's strength.

At first, he thought that as long as he persisted, he could eventually clean up the entire city. But he gradually realized that he was too naive. After many buildings were cleaned up, new ghosts would soon appear.

"It seems we need to address the problem at its root." Han Fei knew that Fu Sheng wanted to use this shrine's memory world to persuade him and make him understand the necessity of completely destroying the deep world. In fact, Han Fei had been thinking about it, and he always felt that there were other paths to choose from.

As they drove through the city, a long convoy appeared behind Han Fei's hearse. Han Fei would lend a helping hand to any survivors who still retained their humanity. His seemingly useless auxiliary skill—touching the secrets deep within the soul—played a huge role in this chaotic city. Once a survivor shook hands with Han Fei, even the shape of their soul would be seen through by him.

"Han Fei, aren't we being too conspicuous by doing this every time?" Xiao Jia looked at the convoy behind them. "We're like outcasts in the night now. Those monsters aren't stupid. Is it possible they'll team up and attack us?"

“I have similar concerns, so we need to find as many special citizens as possible to get them on our side and become our support.”

Driving at a brisk pace, Han Fei's taxi arrived at Ren'ai Private Hospital in the city center at 11:00 a.m.

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"Did you hear any sounds in the water?" Nurse Xiaohe peeked out from under her desk, her face pale and her voice low.

"Don't speak, that thing might still be here." A man's voice came from inside the closet. He was extremely nervous, and his body seemed to be trembling as he spoke.

Xiaohe shrank back and glanced at the water dispenser in the office. A human head was floating in the water bucket that had been delivered from the waterworks.

The bucket opening was very small, and she couldn't understand how the head had been stuffed in, let alone why the head seemed to be talking.

Dark water plants grew at the severed neck of the head, and insects tainted with soul poison crawled in and out of the ears and nostrils.

The head slowly rotated in the semi-transparent bucket, and when it turned to Xiaohe's side, its tightly closed eyes suddenly opened!

Its swollen, white eyes stared straight at Xiaohe, and the head hidden in the water opened its mouth towards Xiaohe, as if it were saying something to her. But Xiaohe was already terrified and had huddled under the table.

Her thin body trembled, and Xiaohe lay on the ground, forcing herself not to look at those terrifying things.

She and four colleagues from her department have been trapped here for two days. Last night, one of her colleagues tried to go out to check on the situation, but he never came back.

Everything was getting worse, and Xiaohe's mental state was nearing its limit. She began to see all sorts of hallucinations, and sometimes she couldn't tell whether she was possessed or if she was really having a mental problem.

"Xiaohe, are you alright?" An old voice came from outside the door. Upon hearing this voice, Xiaohe covered her mouth and nose tightly, not daring to respond.

"The patient in ward number one is seriously injured and urgently needs treatment. Can you go and help? His intestines have been pulled out, and there's blood everywhere..."

No matter how the old man pleaded for help, Xiaohe pretended not to hear him, even though she was actually very familiar with the voice.

The kind-hearted elderly man was a patient in room number two. He was usually very cheerful and talkative, but he passed away three days ago. His body is still in the hospital and hasn't been taken away yet.

"Xiaohe? If you're there, just say so. That patient is dying, his children are crying non-stop, we can't just leave him like this." Since last night, the old man has been constantly running over and knocking on the door, hoping Xiaohe would go with him to save the patient. What Xiaohe couldn't understand the most was that there were four colleagues hiding in the office, but the old man always only called her name, which was particularly eerie.

The knocking stopped after a while. The old man lingered at the door for a long time, but ultimately did not go in and left quietly.

"Is he gone?" Xiaohe collapsed to the ground. She suddenly felt like crying. This world was so hopeless that it was suffocating. No place was safe. Everywhere was hell.

"It's already noon, why isn't it dawn yet? At this time yesterday, those ghosts would temporarily leave, giving us a chance to catch our breath." A middle-aged woman's voice came from the deepest part of the office. Xiaohe climbed out of her desk and glanced in that direction, but there was no one there. The person was hiding very well.

"Sister Qing?" she called out cautiously in that direction.

"What's wrong, Xiaohe?" Hearing Sister Qing's response, Xiaohe breathed a sigh of relief, but she quickly became nervous again and said in a low voice, "Why hasn't the new intern nurse made a sound since midnight last night? Is she alright?"

"She's hiding in the closet with me, still sleeping." Dr. Wang's voice came from inside the closet, and it was this sentence that aroused Xiao He's suspicion.

The wardrobe wasn't big; it was a bit cramped for two people to squeeze in. How could anyone sleep soundly all night under such uncomfortable conditions?

"Dr. Wang, why don't you wake her up? I have some questions I want to ask her."

After Xiaohe finished speaking, Dr. Wang's voice disappeared from the wardrobe, and the entire office became extremely quiet.

"Dr. Wang? Sister Qing?"

Xiaohe's heart was pounding. She looked at the wardrobe not far away, her heart enveloped by a nameless fear.

For the past two days, she has been communicating with Dr. Wang and Sister Qing via voice. Since last night, she has not seen their faces.

Slowly approaching the wardrobe, Xiaohe trembled as she raised her hand, grasped the wardrobe door, took a deep breath, and slowly opened it.

Her heart leaped into her throat, and Xiaohe's pupils shrank rapidly. With a sudden burst of strength, she pulled the cabinet door open completely.

Several brand-new white lab coats hung in the wardrobe, and nothing else was visible.

"Where are they? The sound was definitely coming from here!"

Cold sweat broke out instantly, and a huge fear enveloped Xiaohe. If that voice wasn't from her colleague, then what had she been talking to all night?

"I spent an entire night in a room with a ghost!"

Goosebumps rose on Xiaohe's skin as she felt flustered, and then a familiar voice rang out in the office again.

"We thought we could keep it from you a little longer..." Dr. Wang and Sister Qing's voices reached my ears, and hearing them speak now gave me a chill down my spine.

Xiaohe turned around in a panic and saw Dr. Wang and Sister Qing, whose chests had been pierced, staring at her with grim faces. Lividity had appeared on their faces, and their smiles were chilling.

What terrified Xiaohe even more was that the intern nurse who had been hiding with Dr. Wang was standing right next to them. Her body was covered in wounds, her neck had been bitten off, and she couldn't say a word.

"You...are already dead?"

"Next, it's your turn!"

Three twisted souls lunged at Xiaohe, but at that moment the office door was kicked open, and the patient from room number two rushed into the room, grabbed Xiaohe's wrist, and ran outside.

"Uncle Ying?" Xiaohe felt the chill on her wrist; the old man's hand was like an ice cube.

“I’ve been warning you since last night, but you just wouldn’t listen. You’re the only good kid in this private hospital. Those heartless doctors have already gotten their comeuppance.” The old man ran very fast, not at all like a seriously ill patient.

"Thank you for saving me. I was so scared last night." Xiaohe never expected that the deceased old man would come to save her. She felt both fear and guilt. Just as she was about to apologize to the old man, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Instead of leading himself out of the hospital, the old man rushed into the emergency exit and headed straight for the underground!

"That direction... seems to be the morgue!"

Xiaohe tried to break free from the old man's hand, but she felt him gripping her tighter and tighter, the icy chill penetrating her skin and seeping directly into her bones.

"Uncle Ying, where...where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there. There's no safe place in this hospital. You'll have to hide in my bed for now," the old man said without turning his head.

The temperature around her was dropping, and Xiaohe was getting more and more scared. The door that she rarely approached was at the end of the corridor.

"Remember, never make a sound. Just pretend you're a corpse." Gently pushing open the iron gate, the old man grabbed Xiaohe's hand and led her inside.

This private hospital has the largest morgue and body bank in the city. There have long been rumors that the hospital sells human organs and blood in bulk. However, for various reasons, the hospital has not gone out of business, but has just become much more discreet.

"Come, my bed is here."

Looking at the metal tables covered with white cloth, Xiaohe's eyes were brimming with fear. She knew very well what the outlines under those white cloths represented. At this moment, she was being held by the old man and could not resist; she could only follow him inside.

As they approached the central area, the old man lifted a white sheet from an "empty bed": "Lie down. After I cover you with the white sheet, close your eyes and get some sleep. Don't open your eyes or move around."

Throughout the entire process, the old man held Xiaohe's hand, whether to prevent her from escaping or because if he let go, Xiaohe's aura would be detected by other things.

"Remember, never take this sign off." After covering Xiaohe with the white cloth, the old man took off the sign that was tied to his left foot and tied it to Xiaohe's ankle.

"Uncle Ying..."

"The hospital is full of ghosts now. The most dangerous place is the safest place. Once I find a way out, I will send you out." After saying this, the old man left without a sound, as if he had never been there.

Xiaohe lay under the white sheet, too afraid to move, her mind racing with all sorts of thoughts. She still couldn't be sure whether Uncle Ying was good or bad.

“I usually treat my patients like my own parents. They rarely made things difficult for me when they were alive. I put myself in their shoes…” Xiaohe was comforting herself when she suddenly felt something tug at the edge of the white cloth.

Turning my head, I saw a corpse lying face up on the ground, its organs ripped out and only the shell remaining. Its limbs were supporting it on the ground, and it was crawling forward with its split belly protruding, like some unknown creature.

"What kind of monster is this?"

The corpse's belly was cut open from the middle, like the wings of a fleshy butterfly. It still had a human shape, but when it moved, it was as bizarre as a worm crawling out of a human pupa.

A rustling sound came from nearby. Xiao He held her breath and didn't dare to turn her head until the monster left. A chubby boy of about eight or nine years old poked his head out from under the white cloth. He seemed to recognize Xiao He and smiled.

"Zai Zai?"

The boy in the clinic, nicknamed Zaizai, suffered from malignant bone cancer and died three days ago.

The chubby boy winked at Xiaohe, placing his only remaining arm over his blackened lips, as if signaling Xiaohe to keep quiet.

Xiaohe, who was already terrified, tried to suppress her fear, but just then, she felt something lying next to her.

Thick, foul-smelling bodily fluids dripped onto the white cloth, and the monster, its limbs twisted backwards, was bracing itself against the ground, twisting its neck and sticking its head under the cloth.

At the critical moment, a white sheet on a "bed" in the distance suddenly fell off by itself, revealing a kind-looking, elegantly dressed old lady lying on a cold metal plate.

The monster lying next to Xiaohe seemed to be provoked. It rushed towards the old woman like a madman, biting her with its split "mouth" on its belly, and then quickly crawled into the depths of the morgue.

"Aunt Zhang?"

The old woman who was carried away by the monster also died three days ago; she was the one who took care of the monster until her death.

"She did it to save me?"

(End of this chapter)