Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

The psychologist took a pocket watch out of his pocket, and Lin Wanchu immediately realized what he was about to do when she saw his action.

The doctor's voice became extremely gentle as he said, "Come on, relax your body now, the treatment is about to begin."

Seeing Lin Wanchu's compliant appearance, the doctor's smile deepened, and then he spoke again.

"Okay, now adjust your breathing."

"Yes, that's it. Inhale slowly, exhale slowly."

"The slower the better, exhale, inhale."

Lin Wanchu looked at the swaying pocket watch in front of her and obediently closed her eyes.

Hypnosis won't work on her either; it's such a low-level method.

"Very good, now repeat after me."

She is not my lover.

Upon hearing the doctor's words, Lin Wanchu suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the psychologist with a mocking gaze.

The psychologist stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief. How could she not be successfully hypnotized by him?

However, the doctor wasn't too panicked; he had a second plan.

Lin Wanchu calmly put away her pocket watch, then pressed a small button behind the chair. She felt a small electric current surge through her body.

The psychologist turned Lin Wanchu's face to the center, making her stare intently at Lu Xue's face on the monitor.

Ha, he wouldn't be trying to use electric shocks to make her forget her lover, would he?

The current came in bursts, getting stronger and stronger.

Lin Wanchu was able to endure it at first, but she couldn't take it anymore as time went on.

The doctor was still speaking at that moment.

"Forget this face, forget that she is your lover, and that your behavior towards her should be one of distrust and fear."

"Don't be fooled, your lover brought you in himself."

"Do you forget it?"

Lin Wanchu's lips were tightly closed, her eyes were dark, she clenched her teeth, her face was pale, and she refused to open her mouth to affirm the doctor's statement.

Before long, Lin Wanchu's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

No matter what the doctor does, it's impossible for her to easily forget Luxe. How could she? How could she possibly forget Luxe?

After mentally exchanging points for pain shielding, Lin Wanchu finally felt a little better.

With the stabbing pain in her mind blocked out, Lin Wanchu lowered her eyes slightly, concealing the glint in her pupils.

So this is how patients at Muchun Mental Hospital used to be tortured?

Psychological counseling is just a front; with such a huge amount of electricity, it would be strange if someone didn't get electrocuted.

This psychological counseling session is more like a torture chamber.

When the doctor saw that Lin Wanchu was no longer moving, he thought she had been knocked unconscious by the electric shock.

He tried to wake Lin Wanchu, but as he got closer, Lin Wanchu kicked him hard.

Her upper body was tied up, but that didn't mean her legs couldn't move.

Fortunately, she infused Lu Xue with a trace of her aura, so low-level ghosts dared not touch her, and Lin Wanchu could sense Lu Xue's condition at any time.

Otherwise, if things are done this way, Lu Xue will not be able to accept even the slightest harm.

Before the doctor could get up, Lin Wanchu had already untied the ropes binding her body.

She didn't intend to run away. The doctor, who had just been in a superior position, now felt his legs trembling.

However, Lin Wanchu had no intention of tormenting the doctor.

She tied up the psychologist, then looked around the room again. Feeling there were no potential dangers, she started looking for clues.

The psychiatrist never imagined that he would be successfully resisted by a patient in his lifetime; it's embarrassing to even talk about it.

His situation was playing out in other rooms as well.

Jiang Qi approached the doctor, who could only tremble and shrink back to minimize his presence.

Jiang Qi gently patted the doctor's cheek with his elegant scalpel and said slowly, "Could you tell me some information about your hospital?"

"I'm really interested in this, so don't lie."

The doctor didn't dare to resist, and obediently answered all the questions.

He could only stutter when he spoke, and he had no connection with the outside world. He began to hate the closed-off psychological counseling in the hospital.

What's more, he couldn't even get the emergency phone out of his pants pocket.

Finally, I got the information I wanted without lifting a finger.

Jiang Qi untied the restraints and dragged the doctor to the bathtub.

He picked up a shard of ceramic from the ground and pointed the sharp edge at the doctor's neck.

A sharp pain shot through my neck, and a drop of blood fell onto the water, creating ripples.

The doctor realized what Jiang Qi was trying to do to him. The pain in his inner thigh hadn't subsided, and he just wanted to do something to stop himself from being tortured.

Ignoring the doctor's struggles, Jiang Qi pushed the doctor's head underwater, just as the doctor had pushed him underwater.

Jiang Qi has always been vengeful, and his words are vicious and cold.

"Now, it's your turn to beg for mercy."

The feeling of suffocation came from all directions. Just when he felt like he was going to die again and again, Jiang Qi pulled the doctor out of the water.

After the doctor pleaded for mercy, Jiang Qi stuffed the breakfast pill that should have been in his stomach long ago into the doctor's mouth.

He watched as the doctor swallowed the water from the bathtub.

I learned from the doctor that this capsule was a homemade "obedience drug" from their hospital, which would make patients more compliant and obedient to the hospital if taken long-term.

Unfortunately, the medicine was ultimately given to the doctor.

After taking the medicine, Jiang Qi stopped tormenting the doctor.

The doctor collapsed to the ground, naively believing he had actually survived.

Jiang Qi took out the peach blossom hairpin and plunged it straight into his heart.

The force was so great that it could be fatal.

Jiang Qi wasn't just trying to torment the doctor; he needed to kill him as a patient so he could better explore the hospital.

Moreover, it would be even simpler for a doctor to get close to Zhang Yongzhi.

After the doctor died, Jiang Qi redeemed another "deceptive" spray from the system shop and sprayed it on his own and the doctor's corpses.

Even though the validity period is only 24 hours, that's enough.

Jiang Qi pulled a small phone out of the doctor's pants pocket, seemingly as a precaution in case of an emergency.

Jiang Qi wasn't interested in his medical records or anything like that. He walked around the room and found there wasn't much other useful information.

Especially regarding the hospital itself, there was very little information available, but fortunately he had already pried some clues out of the doctors beforehand.

Looking at the time on the clock, I realized it was almost time for my consultation.

The room was restored to normal, everything was done, and the surveillance was restored.

The doctor's body was submerged in water, appearing to have drowned.

Jiang Qi was in a space with a corpse, but he wasn't afraid at all.

When the time came, Jiang Qi quickly opened the door.

Looking at the sign on the door for Psychological Counseling Room 703, the irony is palpable.

Not only did his door open, but the doors to all the other counseling rooms opened at the same time.

Fewer patients are able to walk out of there compared to before.

Every patient who came out of the room had the same expression on their face—fear and terror.

They were tormented to the point of mental confusion.

It seems that medical staff are used to seeing patients die in the consultation room.

Soon after, a nurse came to help dispose of the body.