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Chapter 30 Bloodstained Hospital (9)

"Then why..."

[Things have changed.] The system's tone was unusually low. [I have a feeling that something is watching you.]

An Jing clenched her fists slightly, her palms sweating. She instinctively took a step back, intending to return to the stairs, but in that instant, a low, hoarse voice called out from behind her:

"Miss……"

She stopped in her tracks.

Her breath hitched, and she slowly turned around.

A man in a white coat stood in the shadows not far away, wearing old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses with slightly reflective lenses that obscured his eyes. His hair was somewhat disheveled, and there were barely noticeable dark stains on the hem of his clothes. From a distance, it was impossible to tell whether he was a human or a ghost.

He looked exhausted, with sunken eyes, chapped lips, and one hand resting on the door frame as if he were using his own strength to support himself.

"Who are you?" An Jing asked calmly, not daring to approach rashly.

The man glanced at her, his expression somewhat complicated.

“I am… a doctor at this hospital. My surname is Du.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it was deep and clear. “You’re not some mysterious person, are you? You just came up the stairs, didn’t you?”

An Jing didn't answer, but asked the system first: "Is anyone there?"

The system paused for a moment, then slowly nodded: […It's a human, with normal mental fluctuations and no signs of contamination.]

She breathed a slight sigh of relief, but her expression remained serious.

"I'm not a mystery, so why are you here alone?" She stared at him, her eyes probing, and continued to ask:
"A strange magnetic field has been generated here. All the survivors have run to the safe house to hide. You... are you all alone here?"

The man's fingers tightened slightly on the wooden edge of the door frame, and he sighed.

“I know a mysterious magnetic field has been generated. I… it’s not that I don’t want to leave.” His voice was low and hoarse, seemingly carrying a long-suppressed weariness. “My daughter is still here. I can’t abandon her.”

These words made An Jing's eyebrows twitch slightly.

"Your daughter?"

“She has a congenital genetic disease and has been unable to walk since childhood.” The doctor looked up, his gaze slightly pleading. “Recently, her condition has deteriorated drastically… I originally wanted to transfer her to another hospital, but before I could, this happened. When the mysterious magnetic field appeared, everyone vanished without a trace, leaving only my daughter and me here…”

The air was filled with the distinctive smell of disinfectant from the hospital. An Jing looked at the man in front of her, her expression unchanged, but she still felt that something was off about him.

Could it be that he can't even run away with his daughter?

"Where is she?" She didn't directly answer or not, but just kept asking.

“It’s in the ward right ahead, not far from here. I don’t dare to stray too far from her.” Dr. Du pointed to the half-open door behind her. “But there’s a problem… Her life support equipment is very heavy, and I can’t move it by myself. If I carry her, I can’t carry the equipment, but without the equipment, she won’t last more than ten minutes.”

An Jing fell silent.

It turned out to be the case.

She understood Dr. Du's predicament, and could hear the helplessness and bitterness in his words. But this place was far too eerie; it had changed the moment she stepped off the stairs, and now even the system was warning her that "something was wrong." She couldn't afford to be careless.

"I suggest you ignore him." The system's voice was lower than usual. "It's not that he necessarily has a problem, but this area is definitely not right right now. His appearance is too coincidental."

An Jing didn't answer it immediately, but instead glanced at Dr. Du.

"Um, can you help me? I know it's hard to accept this request at this time, but please, I don't want my daughter to die..."

Dr. Du humbly pleaded with An Jing.

He looked somewhat haggard, and his fingers were still trembling slightly, as if he had really held on for a long time.

An Jing remained silent throughout.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Dr. Du looked somewhat dejected and slowly lowered his eyes, as if he had finally accepted the result.

“That’s true,” he said softly, his voice a little hollow. “This place has become like this, who would want to care about a stranger’s affairs? Sigh… I’ll go back and stay with her. Thank you.”

He turned around and slowly closed the door, as if he truly intended to go to his death alone. The door hinges creaked.

An Jing also planned to turn around and leave.

But he had only taken one step when he suddenly spoke.

"Wait a moment."

The door stopped.

Dr. Du turned his head, his eyes still showing a hint of confusion.

An Jing let out a soft breath, her voice flat: "Let's go, I'll help you."

Dr. Du was stunned, as if she hadn't realized what she was saying for a moment.

"You...you want to come with me?" His voice trembled, as if he couldn't believe it, or as if he had been suddenly pulled back to reality.

Are you kidding me? Are you really going to meddle in other people's business?

Ignoring the system, he said to him.

“Hmm.” His gaze remained wary. “You lead the way. But I have something to say beforehand—if I sense anything amiss, even if you are a human, I won’t care about you.”

"Okay, okay." He nodded repeatedly, his eyes seeming to be a little red. "Thank you, thank you."

An Jing didn't reply, but took half a step forward, her gaze still fixed on the dimness ahead.

She wasn't without suspicions about him.

But... perhaps it's because this person lacks that "sense of chaos," perhaps it's because she remembered that Teacher Li also had a daughter, or perhaps...

She recalled 001's back as he stood in front of her.

“Let’s go.” She repeated.

Dr. Du turned around and cautiously pushed open the door, revealing a passageway separated by a yellow curtain. The light here became even dimmer, with only the last motion-sensor light overhead still flickering.

The air grew colder, as if something was breathing beneath the floor.

An Jing tightened his collar and subtly pressed his fingers against the [Blood Rumor Doll] card in his pocket.

She is ready to act at any time.

Following Dr. Du, we stepped into the darkness. The door to the ward ahead was quietly ajar, and a faint, low electrical hum could be heard from inside—like a machine running slightly.

“She’s inside,” Dr. Du said softly, her footsteps much lighter than before. “Don’t be afraid.”

“Yes, I’m not afraid,” An Jing replied calmly.

But her heart was pounding with tension.

The system spoke again in my ear: [Don't relax, observe step by step. This area is somewhat like... an independent field.]

An Jing: "What do you mean?"

[That means you're no longer within the physical structure of the hospital.] The system paused. [You are now likely in a "constructed" space, born from consciousness or projection. And those capable of this are not ordinary beings.]

An Jing clicked her tongue softly.

As expected, it wasn't that simple.

Her gaze darkened, and she stepped into the half-closed hospital room.

The ward was not quite what she had imagined.

(End of this chapter)