My Healing Games

Chapter 837 Dr. Han Fei and the Mourning Nurse

In Han Fei's impression, Gao Cheng was definitely not a normal person. However, after the nurse was in danger, Gao Cheng was willing to cooperate with Han Fei in controlling the Abyss, which changed Han Fei's opinion of him.

At least, Gao Cheng retained basic humanity when facing a few specific people.

"If you want to save her, then I will help you save her. If you want to kill those who bullied her, then I will help you kill them all." Han Fei's consciousness stood under the starlight, staring into the abyss, like a devil tempting lost travelers.

This time, Han Fei did not use the coin that bound fate. The black mist in the abyss of greed had already surged out. With a professional smile on his face, Han Fei put the last of the ghost blood into his mouth.

"Stop resisting and restraining yourself. Give me everything you have, and I will help you fulfill all your wishes."

An endless black mist enveloped the confinement room. In order to deal with the other party as soon as possible, Han Fei awakened all the ghosts except Xing Fu: Wu Chang, Jealousy, and Disease Core. The three resentful spirits rushed towards the doctor, followed closely by the blood-red paper figure.

"Who goes there!" The doctors who were performing the surgery were shocked. They turned around to look, but all they could see was a thick black fog.

"A doctor's duty is to save lives, not to cause more pain. You deserve to die." Han Fei's attention was not on the doctors. From the moment he entered the room, he had been staring at the flesh-and-blood statue. His experience in the skyscraper was still vivid in his mind, and the flesh-and-blood statue seemed to be one of the embodiments of joy.

"Let a female ghost conceive you? You are truly the most shameless and unspeakable person I have ever seen." Han Fei noticed that the statue's eyelids were blinking slightly, showing signs of opening its eyes. Without hesitation, he released the last restraints of the Abyss of Greed, freeing the torturer from below.

A violent aura crashed into the confinement cell. A giant axe, formed from the condensation of evil and murderous intent, appeared in the black mist. The executioner cleaved down on the neck of the flesh-and-blood statue, cleaving it in two.

However, a very strange scene happened next: the split flesh and blood statue began to grow rapidly, and a few seconds later, two statues appeared on the ground.

"Ordinary attack methods can't destroy it?"

The crazed executioner slashed wildly at the statue, but no matter how much damage he did, the statue would automatically repair itself. If he completely split it open, it would split into new individuals. It seemed that in the world of memories in this shrine, it was an immortal being.

"Since I can't kill it, I'll try to see if I can cure its illness." Since awakening his healing personality, Han Fei has saved three people, two of whom died from his treatments. This gave Han Fei confidence in his "medical skills."

"Touch the secrets deep within the soul!" Han Fei's hand grasped a fragment of a rapidly growing flesh and blood idol. The moment his fingertips touched it, he felt half of his body freeze. The memories in his mind, the abyss of greed, the starlight in the sky—everything was disturbed by the extreme cold.

A heart-wrenching roar echoed from the abyss of greed, and the stars dimmed, though their light remained. Guided by Han Fei, it even entered the flesh-and-blood statue.

The flesh-and-blood idol, which could not be destroyed by murderous intent and malice, slowed down its growth under the starlight of Han Fei's healing personality.

"My healing personality can affect idols!"

Han Fei's personal strength is still very weak, but at least it gives him hope.

Temporarily abandoning the idea of ​​destroying the statue, Han Fei and the other executioners killed three doctors and broke the chains binding the female nurse, then immediately pulled her back into the abyss of greed.

"You even dare to kill doctors? You're really insane!" The old man only saw the horrific scene in the confinement room when the black mist dissipated. The three ghost doctors had been completely devoured by Han Fei.

"Quick! Find a safe place!" The mental pollution was getting worse, so Han Fei carried the head nurse, who was covered in curses, and ran outside.

The exit of the annex building disappeared after he entered, and Han Fei can only wait for the head nurse to wake up now.

"You're finished! You've gotten yourself into big trouble!"

“Say one more word, and I promise I’ll take you with me when I die.” Under Han Fei’s persuasion, the old man began to lead the way quietly. They ran back to the internet addiction treatment center, which had many private rooms prepared for patients.

Are you sure it's safe here?

“Many patients used to hide here after encountering danger.” The old man’s hands were locked by Han Fei. After watching Han Fei eat the ghost, he felt that Han Fei was a devil in human skin. For the first time, he, who had a skeptical personality, was so determined about something.

Why are you hiding here?

"The director of the mental hospital has been collecting all kinds of patients. He needs different personalities to sacrifice. The patients living here are all sacrifices he has chosen. Other ghosts and monsters dare not mess with them." The old man randomly found a private room and entered. There were two beds in the dark room. One of the beds had a highly decomposed corpse lying on it, and a student in a school uniform was hiding under the other bed.

Han Fei squatted down; he hadn't expected to run into students from his school here!
"Which class are you in?" Han Fei asked, pulling out his teacher's certificate and, after gaining the other person's trust, pulling him out from under the bed.

"Attention Player 0000! You have discovered a student with a silent personality—Little Bell."

No matter how Han Fei asked, the child wouldn't speak. It seemed that he had been suppressing all his negative emotions deep inside, waiting for them to erupt when he could no longer control them.

“Every year, people organize children to be sacrificed. This child seems to be a survivor from the last batch of sacrifices.” The old man knew a lot. He was suspicious of personality and paid attention to everything, whether it was useful or not: “He is now both a student of your school and a patient of the hospital. He has the hospital’s mark on him. Once you take him out, the director and doctors of the main building will come together.”

"Is this why you patients don't run away?"

“The outside world has gone mad. Every place is like a mental hospital. What difference does it make where I go?” The old man’s eyes were full of vigilance and suspicion. “I suspect that the world outside the walls may be even more cruel than the hospital. Someone like me, who is old, weak, sick and disabled, would probably be devoured until there are no bones left if I went out.”

After listening to the old man's words, Han Fei looked him over again, making the old man feel uneasy: "Don't disbelieve me, many patients in the hospital think the same way I do. I'm not lying to you."

"I just feel that after treating you, your thinking and logic have improved significantly. It seems that my abilities do indeed benefit people." Han Fei nodded, trying to reassure himself.

"What do you mean? You've never treated anyone before?"

“The first two people I treated have died. You are the third.” Han Fei stopped admiring the old man’s interesting expression and turned to the little boy: “You are the fourth.”

The gentle, bright starlight shone into the boy's mind, and Han Fei was startled by what he saw.

This student named Little Bell has been through something, and his mind is filled with a massive amount of negative emotions and all sorts of terrifying ghost images. His mental pollution index is definitely over fifty percent.

"Does a silent personality mean they can tolerate mental pollution? Do they possess a tolerance far beyond that of ordinary people?"

Han Fei had already pictured a scene in his mind: after Little Bell died, she would turn into an extremely terrifying resentful spirit.

Starlight shone through the mud and swamp, and Han Fei searched for a long time before finally spotting a tender face. The child was buried under a cloud of negative emotions, and Han Fei could do nothing but silently endure the pain and despair.

Seemingly sensing the long-lost light, the boy slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. He looked up at the stars, but he couldn't reach out his hand to grasp them.

Han Fei tried to cleanse the boy's mind of its corruption, but his efforts were too inefficient.

"Don't give up, wait for me to come back, I will take you out of this filthy world!"

Withdrawing his hands, Han Fei decided to leave the boy for last: "Sir, do you have any other patients here? I'd like to talk to them."

Chatting with patients and treating them at the same time allows Han Fei to accomplish two tasks simultaneously.

"Go check the other wards, you should be able to find a sleeping patient." The old man pointed tremblingly to the female nurse covered in curses on the floor. "But I suggest you deal with her first, she seemed to have glanced at you just now."

"She doesn't even have eyes, how can she see me..." Han Fei was about to say not to make a fuss when he noticed the nurse's eyelids slowly opening, ghost blood flowing from her empty eye sockets, and an extremely strong resentment gathering in her gouged-out eye sockets: "My God, it really is."

"I didn't lie to you, did I?" The old man, terrified, pressed himself against the wall. "What do we do now?!"

"Don't waste it." Han Fei took out the bottle that had contained the ghost blood, squatted down next to the female nurse, and placed the bottle opening near the corner of the woman's eye.

The old man was filled with doubt at this scene, and what happened next shocked him even more than sixty years of his life.

Han Fei picked up the small bottle, put it to his lips, took a sip, and then showed a satisfied expression.

The old man collapsed to the ground, terrified that he had been treated by such a devil.

"I am Gao Cheng. I will not abandon you and let you suffer alone. I will take you away tonight." Han Fei placed the blood-red paper figure on the head nurse, eroding the curse on her body.

"Relax, I'll heal you." Han Fei now wants to heal everyone he meets, and using this on different people and ghosts can also strengthen his personality.

During each therapy session, his personality would extract something from the other person's soul, such as positive and beneficial emotions, uplifting energy, and thoughts of self-redemption.

"Attention, player number 0000! You have discovered a cursed spirit—the Wraith!"

"The Wounded Woman (Medium-sized Resentment): She defied the will of the gods and was stripped of her life, happiness, and beauty. Getting close to her will also bring you a curse from the gods!"

"Special Ability - Pain Relief: The grieving woman is tormented, but the pain has not changed her nature. She can forcefully enter the target's body and soothe the soul."

"Caution! Using this ability will intensify the curse the gods have placed on her, causing her and the person being healed to suffer even more torment."

The system's prompt pleased Han Fei greatly. The Wounded Woman was a resentful spirit with special abilities. She was one of the very few ghosts who could heal and soothe souls, and this special ability was a perfect match for Han Fei's healing personality.

With the combined efforts of Han Fei and the blood-red paper doll, part of the curse on the woman's face was removed: "Can you move now? How do we leave this building? Where's the exit?"

The deceased woman was targeted by the gods, and so was Han Fei. Therefore, his attitude towards the deceased woman was different from that of other ghosts and monsters, which at least made the old man next to him quite envious.

The lips of the man who had lost his daughter parted slightly, and a hoarse, unpleasant voice rang in Han Fei's ear: "Only by sacrificing the sick can we find the right path; their bones and blood are the key."

"I don't quite understand, it sounds like there's going to be killing." Han Fei glanced at the old man, who felt as if Han Fei's gaze was fixed on the stored rations.

"I'm not the kind of person who enjoys indiscriminate killing. Is there any other way?"

“There are murderers among the patients. If you don’t kill them, they will come to kill you… They’re already here outside…” The grieving woman’s voice was broken; she had not yet shaken off the curse.

"Grandpa, are there any psychopathic killers around here that we need to be especially careful of?" Han Fei asked the old man as he carried his grieving daughter on his back.

"Besides you?"

"Nonsense." Han Fei frowned. "It seems you're not clear-headed enough and need a second treatment."

"No need, I'm really all better now." The old man's face looked worse than if he were crying.

"Saving lives is our duty as doctors and nurses. If you're not sick, you'd better go and find me some patients right away."

The old man glanced at Han Fei, who was shrouded in a black mist of greed and looked like a devil, and then looked at the resentful woman who was cursed and had her eyes gouged out. This combination seemed to have nothing to do with saving lives.

(End of this chapter)