Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

The doctor's sinister voice came from beside me, "Doesn't the medical record say he has autism? You didn't say a word about all this."

"It seems we need to increase our efforts. I'm doing this for your own good; I'm helping you treat your autism."

"You don't like to talk, do you? Now if you beg me for mercy, you won't have to suffer like this."

Perhaps fearing that Jiang Qi might overexert himself, the doctor gripped his arm tightly and pulled Jiang Qi backward.

Jiang Qi felt a sharp pain in his scalp from the pulling and couldn't help but frown.

Before Jiang Qi could recover for a while, the doctor pushed him back into the water. Of course, he didn't see the changes on Jiang Qi's face.

The doctor felt a satisfying pleasure as he watched Jiang Qi struggle in his hands.

How could Jiang Qi, such an arrogant person, beg for mercy from such a nobody?

Moreover, and more importantly, he hated the feeling of being on the verge of death.

Once again out of the water, Jiang Qi pursed his lips, his eyes gradually turning bloodshot.

His sinister eyes were filled with coldness, and his originally aloof and fragile temperament suddenly turned sinister and perverse.

He broke free from the doctor's grasp, turned around and grabbed the doctor's hand. With a "whoosh," Jiang Qi stood up from the bathtub.

With his other hand, he reached for the vase on the cabinet, grabbed it, and smashed it down on the doctor's head without hesitation.

Broken pieces of the vase were scattered on the ground, some submerged in water.

The doctor was stunned by the impact, but Jiang Qi knew that the vase wouldn't cause any real harm to him.

However, he was only doing it to better control the doctor's movements.

Just then, the doctor stopped what he was doing, and Jiang Qi took the initiative, flipping the doctor over and looking down at the terrified doctor lying on the ground.

Jiang Qi stepped out of the bathtub, leaving a wet patch on the floor.

He crouched down and placed his well-defined knuckles on the doctor's head, a casual yet irresistible gesture.

He chuckled twice, his voice carrying a chilling undertone.

"I hate it when people torture me like this. Don't you think I should let you experience what it feels like to be on the verge of death, huh?"

The doctor did not back down. He figured the surveillance cameras would definitely see what Jiang Qi had done, so he wasn't afraid at all.

Seeing the doctor secretly slipping his hand into his pants pocket, Jiang Qi raised an eyebrow, chuckled, grabbed the doctor, and violently slammed him onto the chair that was originally used to tie up patients.

The doctor was so tied up that he couldn't move, so Jiang Qi took off his wet hospital gown and found some new clothes to change into in the closet.

Okay, there was no strange smell in the closet or on the clothes, so Jiang Qi immediately changed into a white coat.

A white lab coat accentuated Jiang Qi's tall stature and long legs, giving him an imposing presence.

Jiang Qi naturally sat down in the chair behind the desk and fiddled with the clock for a while.

Jiang Qi tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the table and said leisurely, "Now, I'm in charge of this game."

The doctor looked at Jiang Qi's relaxed demeanor, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes, which were as cold as a winter wind.

The doctor felt a surge of fear, his face turned pale, and he felt cold sweat trickling down his back.

Who exactly is he? How come he's even scarier than their dean when he gets angry, and he even ignores the existence of surveillance cameras?

But the doctor didn't know that Jiang Qi could simply turn off the monitor screen with a flick of his finger.

Jiang Qi had no need for the peach blossom hairpin when dealing with a minor figure like a doctor.

Jiang Qi was also pleasantly surprised to find something interesting in the drawer—a row of neatly arranged scalpels.

He selected several sharp knives from among them, and a scalpel twirled on Jiang Qi's fair and slender fingers, its tip gleaming.

"Let me see, which knife should I choose for you?"

Before the doctor could speak, Jiang Qi threw the scalpel, which the doctor couldn't dodge.

The doctor's legs were already shaking violently when he saw the scalpel.

The scalpel was inserted straight into the doctor's right inner thigh, just a hair's breadth away from his genitals.

The doctor cried out in pain and swallowed the threat of complaining that he almost blurted out.

Thankfully, I didn't say anything harsh to him.

The doctor had never been so embarrassed in front of the patient, and time had never felt so long and unbearable.

He could only accept his bad luck at being assigned such a terrifying patient by the hospital.

In another ward, Lin Wanchu remained vigilant, keeping a close eye on the doctor in front of her.

The doctor simply adjusted his glasses and turned the computer in front of Lin Wanchu, displaying a surveillance video.

Lin Wanchu and Lu Xue's intimate actions were clearly visible.

Lin Wanchu couldn't understand why the doctor was showing her this, but she was mainly worried about Lu Xue's safety.

The doctor pointed at Lu Xue's face, his hoarse voice reaching Lin Wanchu's ears, "Look, is she your lover?"

Lin Wanchu nodded firmly, her tone leaving no room for refusal, "Yes, she is my lover."

Hearing her answer, the psychologist sighed regretfully, "Alas, it seems you still don't understand the current situation."

"How could she be your lover?"

Lin Wanchu was not an ignorant person. The disease she suffered from usually caused patients to believe that their lover had been replaced by someone with the same physical characteristics.

The doctor tried to correct Lin Wanchu's mistaken idea, at which point the surveillance camera flickered and showed static.

Lu Xue's seemingly cute face was segmented and altered, becoming eerie.

"You see, she's just a lookalike. Remember, she's not your lover. It's best to stay away from her."

Lin Wanchu silently refuted the doctor's statement in her heart, but did not show it on her face.

During this brief moment, Lin Wanchu couldn't help but think of the unexpected incident that happened while having breakfast in the cafeteria.

At this moment, the two events combined made Lin Wanchu even more certain of the terrifying truth she had been suspecting.

They don't need to act out symptoms of mental illness to prove they are genuine patients.

What hospitals do is force patients to become mentally ill, so that they can be more easily manipulated by the hospital.

Their focus was wrong from the start; the system doesn't follow any rules at all.

Subconsciously, most people feel that they must play this kind of role well in order to survive better and avoid being discovered by NPCs.

Now, every word the doctor says reminds her that Lu Xue is not her lover, but someone who has been replaced.

The doctor wanted to subtly change their thinking, to make them actually suffer from the mental illness listed in their medical records, and to completely turn them into mental patients.

Like that player who went berserk in the cafeteria, he was deeply affected, but by the time he realized it, it was too late to change anything.

Thinking of all this, Lin Wanchu couldn't help but worry about Lu Xue. But then she remembered what she had taught her, and the heavy weight in her heart finally lifted.