Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Jiang Qi's main concern was the safety of the only two girls in the team. Cheng Cuo was ranked first on the newcomer list, and Lu Zhi was even more so; they had ways to deal with it.

Lu Xue has only completed a few dungeons. If she gets separated from her and falls into danger, it will be very difficult for her to escape.

As for Lin Wanchu, her true strength will only be revealed in the later stages of the dungeon.

There's no need to test her yet.

It just so happens that it's lunchtime.

A nurse appeared and organized them to go to the cafeteria together.

With the schedule in place, they naturally knew the corresponding times and no longer had to be completely clueless.

Lunchtime passed exceptionally quickly as the five of them exchanged and discussed clues.

The five were forced to separate during their lunch break. On his way back to the ward, Jiang Qi looked around the group of patients but couldn't find the boy who had greeted him.

It was supposed to be a morning rest, but it couldn't possibly be a real one. After the nurse finished her rounds and locked the door, Jiang Qi sat up in bed.

This is the time he would sneak out to look for clues.

Qiqi was asked to investigate the situation outside the door. Although it was lunchtime, it was only for patients to rest.

There were nurses guarding the door, as if they were afraid the children would escape.

There's even a dedicated doctor patrolling the corridors, like someone guarding a heinous criminal in prison.

Jiang Qi could hear the doctor's footsteps passing by his ward more than once.

Going down from the window is also impractical, as there are medical staff moving around the ward and on the playground outside.

However, before Jiang Qi could think of a way to leave the ward quietly,

Smoke appeared out of nowhere in the ward and enveloped everything.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Jiang Qi gradually lost consciousness, closed his eyes, and collapsed onto the bed.

Oh no, it's anesthetic gas.

All the patients inside the instance fell into a deep sleep, and the smoke gradually dissipated.

Fortunately, no danger occurred during its slumber.

This serves as a precaution for players, ensuring they won't fall asleep unprepared at night.

Nighttime is the most dangerous time, but also the time when you have the most time.

When they woke up again, they had been transferred to the psychological counseling room by the nurses.

Almost every patient was strapped to a chair. Jiang Qi moved his fingers uncomfortably and slowly opened his eyes.

It wasn't a familiar ward. Behind the desk sat a doctor reviewing Jiang Qi's medical records.

Seeing that Jiang Qi was awake, she even smiled kindly at him.

Jiang Qi did not let his guard down because of this. No matter how close the person in front of him pretended to be, he could not hide the stench of decay emanating from him.

Jiang Qi began to have some thoughts about this so-called psychological counseling.

To the left of his hand, towards the inside, was a small bathtub, which still took up most of the space.

The room was empty. At the end of the bathtub was a small cabinet with a small vase containing fresh flowers on it.

Jiang Qi's neighbor was Lu Xue, who was very nervous about this kind of psychological counseling.

However, compared to the other players, the doctor in front of her was far too gentle.

Lu Xue was not tied up; the doctor simply asked her about her recent condition and emotional state.

His tone was friendly, and he seemed like a nice guy.

The doctor also tried to calm Lu Xue down by handing her a few candies and a glass of water.

In fact, Wall's was already very familiar with this process.

Before she entered the nightmare game, she frequently visited a psychologist at the hospital, almost becoming a regular customer of that doctor.

Why is her condition not improving?

The doctor in front of Jiang Qi put down the documents and finally got up to untie the restraints on his body.

The closer Jiang Qi got, the stronger the stench emanating from the doctor became, almost making him want to vomit.

After the doctor left, Jiang Qi wiggled his fingers, wanting to see what this so-called psychological counseling was all about.

The person in front of me set the alarm clock on the table, then started filling the bathtub with water, speaking gently.

"The treatment will now begin."

"Come on, relax and lie down in the bathtub."

"The water temperature is adjusted. If you feel any discomfort, please let me know."

Jiang Qi obediently walked over, stepped into the bathtub, the water reaching above his knees, and then lay down in the bathtub.

The water temperature was just right, but the water soaked my clothes and made them stick to my body, which was a little uncomfortable.

Players who were watching Jiang Qi's live stream were all disappointed, as they had expected Jiang Qi to be lying naked in the bathtub.

As Jiang Qi lay in the bathtub, he thought of the treatment of mental illness in medieval Europe, one of which was hydrotherapy.

The hospital places patients in specially designed bathtubs for hours or days, with the water temperature depending on the patient's mood.

Thankfully, it wasn't the previous rough hydrotherapy method, where cold and hot water were alternately poured over the patient.

It seems that this Muchun Mental Hospital is imitating the methods used in the West to treat mental illness.

Jiang Qi remained vigilant at all times, but he still couldn't escape the doctor's clutches.

Before Jiang Qi could react, the doctor suddenly grabbed Jiang Qi's head and pushed it straight into the water.

Caught off guard by this sudden action, Jiang Qi began to struggle slightly.

The doctor also turned the water to the coldest temperature, and the icy water violently hit Jiang Qi's face.

The water rushed and crashed into Jiang Qi's nose and mouth.

The doctor pulled Jiang Qi out of the water by his hair, and Jiang Qi, slightly out of breath, was finally able to breathe in some fresh air.

Jiang Qi's hair was mostly wet, his lips were pale, his face was bloodless, and the corners of his eyes turned red from coughing.

These three hours of psychological counseling are torture for the patient.