Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

On the surface, the people Green Bubble added were all family and friends, and their personal information could be pieced together from the chat content.

He attends a Sino-foreign joint program at a university, comes from a wealthy family, is rebellious and irresponsible, and enjoys spending money recklessly.

His parents had no expectations of him, gave him plenty of pocket money to do whatever he wanted, and then ignored him.

His friends are all buddies he met at bars and clubs, or scions of wealthy families who are just like him. Every day, they talk about where to have fun and which girl they've got their eye on.

Drinking, racing, and chasing girls every day are the kind of people Liang Zaibing despises the most; they're practically parasites living in a wealthy family's nest.

The hidden content in the other WeChat account is much more explosive.

It's no exaggeration to say that if his WeChat content were published, he would be ruined within five minutes.

Liang Zaibing deciphered the password and entered the interface of the green bubble clone.

The contacts were divided into four large groups, with a total of nearly a thousand people.

Liang Zaibing looked at the group labels and couldn't help but twitch her eye.

"Can play with it", "Got it", "I'm tired of it", "It'll do".

The nicknames for friends are extremely crude, consisting of physical characteristics and birthdays, such as "wavy hair 710" or "long-legged leather skirt 109," without even a proper name.

There were just too many people for Liang Zaibing to turn over, so she randomly checked a few. She discovered that there were even men in this group, and they were the kind of fair-skinned, slim-waisted, and alluring bottoms.

The reason he saw it was because someone sent him photos to seduce him.

really do.

Liang Zaibing was completely speechless at this damned womanizer.

No wonder they tried to stab you; it was underhanded.

I was originally planning to find out indirectly who stabbed him, but there are almost enough suspects to form a whole group. What the hell?

He now has no doubt that if he typed "Liang Zaibing is a bastard" into his browser, he would find eight hundred comments accusing him of being a heartless man.

After thinking for a moment, Liang Zaibing decided to go fishing.

He turned on the camera, switched to the front camera, and snapped a picture of his face.

Liang Zaibing opened the photo, examined it carefully, and then spent a few minutes editing it with his own straight-male aesthetic before posting it to his hidden WeChat Moments with satisfaction.

He even endured the disgust and added a caption: "It hurts so much, I need my wife to kiss me."

The young man lay softly on the hospital bed, his handsome face pale and sickly, his eyebrows furrowed and slightly downturned, his clear eyes seeming to hold unspoken words.

The effect was so pitiful it was almost unbearable to see.

If we ignore the distorted background he photoshopped.

Of course, if someone who has been cheated on by him sees this photo, they would probably want to slap his face through the internet cable.

Liang Zaibing also specifically included the location: Liying Fanno International Hospital.

Come on, don't be shy. We'll settle our scores and avenge our wrongs.

He was almost certain that the person who stabbed him would come.

Since I, this scumbag, haven't been taken away by God yet, the other party definitely won't let it go.

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"Huh, my son is playing a scumbag again. How come he's so good at it?"

"It's from practicing hooking up with sugar daddies."

"Looks so smug, I want to punch him."

"Is there any deeper meaning behind giving the son the identity of a scumbag in this dungeon? It can't just be a convenient excuse for him to get stabbed, can it?"

"It doesn't seem fake. That girl/guy probably originally wanted to cut his kidneys to commemorate their lost youth, but their skills weren't good enough and they messed it up."

"Holy crap, I just came out of Vice Chairman Jiang's live stream, and he killed someone during surgery!"

"I knew doctors had to be medically trained. Now look what's happened, there's been a medical malpractice incident."

"How can forensic medicine not be considered medical school?"

"What should we do now? Should we handcuff Vice Chairman Jiang and take him to the police station? That won't do, will it?"

"You've got it wrong. I mean, the patient that Vice President Jiang operated on was a dead person pretending to be him."

"what?"

"what?"

"This is so exciting, I'm going to check it out right now."

"You're too late. They've already hanged themselves from a tree in the southeast. You might be able to see them if you look out the window now."

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Upon seeing the comments, Liang Zaibing actually ran to the window and looked outside.

Because the window couldn't be fully opened, Liang Zaibing could only press his face against the glass to look left and right, and he actually managed to see it from the right side.

A flagpole stood in the middle of the small square in front of the ward, and a blood-stained "flag" was hanging on it at that moment.

The corpse was curled up face down, its abdomen used as a fulcrum, and was pierced and stuck to the flagpole.

The way they died was quite creative.

After observing for a while, Liang Zaibing lay back on the bed and used her phone to ask Jiang Qingjian about the origin of the male corpse.

They hadn't exchanged more than a few words when a man's piercing screams and wails suddenly came from the ward diagonally opposite, sounding as if he were being slashed piece by piece.

Liang Zaibing thought an NPC had been attacked by a ghost, so she got up to check on the situation.

Just then, the nurse pushed the trolley in and pressed him back onto the bed, saying, "Don't peek around like that. What's so interesting about changing your dressing?"

"..."

Liang Zaibing was speechless for a moment. Was it really necessary to scream like a ghost when changing the dressing?

Ivan was already sitting by the bedside, quietly waiting for the nurse to prepare the gauze and iodine for changing the dressing.

The nurse first untied the sling, then used tweezers to peel off the bandages and gauze, revealing a deep, bone-exposing gunshot wound.

Granulation tissue has grown out and gradually covered the wound, but it is still a shocking sight.

The nurse then disinfected the wound with iodine and wiped away the necrotic tissue and exudate.

After disinfecting it three times from the inside out, I used an alcohol swab to wipe the external fixation bracket.

Liang Zaibing felt a pang of sympathy just looking at it, and the background noise of the male patient screaming and crying made it even more horrifying.

Ivan didn't even change his expression, and even had the leisure to cast an inquiring glance at him.

This comparison makes me feel really inferior.

Liang Zaibing rested her hand on her forehead, avoiding looking at Ivan, silently wondering if she had been too embarrassing before.

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At 9:30, the lights in the ward automatically turned off.

Liang Zaibing lay on her side with her back to the door, trying not to aggravate her wound.

He didn't plan to sleep tonight; he closed his eyes and listened intently to the sounds.

Although it's uncertain when the person coming to get revenge on this scumbag will arrive, it's probably either tonight or tomorrow night.

The hospital was quiet late at night, with only the regular ticking of the clock.

Liang Zaibing could even hear the sound of her heartbeat, which gradually merged with Ivan's heartbeat into a certain rhythm.

But after a certain moment, the quiet room suddenly became noisy.

A cough and wheezing sound with thick phlegm stuck in the throat, sigh-like breathing, the steady beeping of the monitor, and continuous low moans of pain...

It was as if dozens of critically ill patients were crammed into this ward, and the first thing you could see when you opened your eyes was the pale, bluish-gray face pressed against your side.

Liang Zaibing pretended to be asleep, but her hand, hidden under the covers, gently grasped the handle of Yuan Gu's umbrella.

Amidst the chaotic noise, there was a soft knock on the door.

Everything returned to a deathly silence.