Friendship Day.
The host was not unfamiliar with these three words, as he saw the rules on the wall every day. But when they came out of Wen Shi's mouth, there was always an indescribable feeling.
Wen Shi removed his hand that was covering a corner of the mirror, and the smooth mirror surface turned back into the iron plate it was before. He moved his eyes away from the content of the rules.
"The fifth level of the curse is probably related to the fact that you kept Dad's brain," Wen Shi said in a barely perceptible voice, as if he was talking to the air. "Shouldn't you remove the curse on me now?"
After asking, he suddenly felt that the question was a bit redundant.
He completed the inheritance mission and became the new dean. Everything in the hospital was under his jurisdiction, including the fifth floor. The curse could no longer have any effect on him.
Wen Shi moved his wrist to make sure that he didn't feel the same discomfort as before, and tried to say, "I want to lift the curse on the host team."
While I was still pondering whether or not to host a joint report on Friendship Day and the ghost world, my shoulders suddenly felt lighter, and my stiff limbs were completely relieved.
The host was stunned, unable to believe that the curse that had troubled him for a long time had disappeared inexplicably.
"Gone?" He had even written his own eulogy before.
Wen Shi casually straightened his wrinkled white coat and said calmly, "I told you in Fengguan Village that I have a backer."
It’s never wrong to follow the first generation!
After asking about Jian Qingrong's whereabouts, Wen Shi turned and walked towards the fourth floor. He had just walked down a few stairs when he was blocked by the body of a nurse in front of him. It seemed impolite to step over it directly. When Wen Shi moved the body away, he smelled a stronger smell of blood.
He took out the lantern and for the first time felt that the corridor was littered with corpses. There were corpses of patients and nurses, piled up on top of each other, and the facial muscles of both men and women remained in the distorted state they were in before death.
The God of Fraud asked Ao to be the temporary dean, not because he coveted the hand that could play his favorite song.
The dean is the most core component of the hospital. Only with him can the hospital rules run smoothly. After Ao's death, all these rules began to loosen, and a large number of patients were out of control every few hours.
This situation did not improve until Wen Shi completely completed the task of doctor-patient relationship, and the rules returned to their original track.
The stairwell on the fourth floor was filled with red and black blood plasma and internal organs. There was no place for Wen Shi to step.
He suddenly raised the lantern in his hand and saw the president of the Seven Commandments lying on the escalator at the corner of the third and fourth floors. He was motionless, with no movement in his chest or back, and was obviously dead.
Wen Shi felt that the location where President Qijie died was a little strange.
The hidden map of the dean's office is also there. If they really encounter a monster, the monster will probably hide in the hidden map and try its luck. How could it die outside
"Forget it, he deserves it." Wen Shi was too lazy to explore the cause of the other party's death. He looked towards the corridor again. The lantern had a limited illumination range and he did not see Jian Qingrong in the bright area.
Just as he was about to take out the receiver to make a call, he heard light footsteps in the corridor opposite. Wen Shi looked carefully and saw a stern figure gradually disappearing into the illuminated area.
The hand that Jian Qingrong lost actually grew back in just two days. Under the light, the cold white skin seemed to have a faint reflection.
Although he missed the chaotic killing scene, Wen Shi was able to guess what happened in an instant.
"You rely on your status as a patient to kill people on both sides to replenish your energy, right?"
"It's purification." Jian Qingrong explained softly.
Absorb the power of the dark side from the monster's body and transfer it all to oneself, which is considered to be the salvation of the dead soul.
"… "
After No. 51 missed the chance to destroy the photo, Wen Shi did not come back immediately, but Jian Qingrong was not worried about his safety. After midnight, the patients in the hospital began to be checked and balanced by the rules again, and the riots showed signs of being quelled. From this, it can be determined that Wen Shi is fine, and it is even very likely that he has obtained the inheritance rights that should have belonged to him.
Jian Qingrong was worried about something else: "If my hands grow back early, will you still beat me?"
The look on his face, as if he was afraid of getting beaten, made Wen Shi's temple jump violently.
He seriously considered whether he should use cold violence on the other party for a while before he finished his ideological lessons.
However, Jian Qingrong lowered his head slightly when he spoke, and the scene overlapped with the scene when he first saw No. 82 in the time travel. No. 82 also liked to lower his head like this when he was quiet, as if the world in his eyes was only the tip of the iceberg he saw.
The emotion of pity is very dangerous, it can lower a person's bottom line. Wen Shi was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Do you still remember..."
The word No. 83 was ruthlessly blocked by the rules.
Wen Shi sighed softly.
I had a glimmer of hope, but reality was cruel. The game really wouldn't let Jian Qingrong keep that memory completely. It could intervene in many ways, such as the experimental subject contracting a fever, losing a memory, etc. The game was trying to eliminate every possible butterfly effect.
"What's wrong?" Jian Qingrong saw that he was hesitant to speak, so he took the initiative to ask.
Wen Shi shook his head: "Nothing, I just suddenly thought of the time when I was in the sanatorium. In terms of infrastructure, the environment there is better than that of the main hospital."
It's time to renovate Frank Hospital.
Room 51 was near the end of the corridor. Wen Shi had already changed the subject when he walked over there, but Jian Qingrong changed the subject again: "I don't know if it's because of the patients running around, but the cracked area seems to have been affected by the fantasy area, producing a hallucinogenic effect... I seem to have had a very long dream earlier."
Wen Shi paused.
"... I saw you in my dream." Jian Qingrong frowned. It was rare for him to be able to judge someone's state directly by their expression, but now the confusion was clearly flowing between his eyebrows: "I can't remember what happened specifically."
In fact, he really wanted to say to Wen Shi, I seem to have known you for a long time.
Fearing that the other party would compare him to the little octopus that had been saying a lot of cheesy love words recently, he held back.
Glancing at his profile, Wen Shi suddenly smiled. The next second, he held the lamp in one hand and held Jian Qingrong's newborn hand with the other.
Jian Qingrong's body trembled slightly.
Wen Shi: "After we go back this time, let's go to the tea party and meet my family."
The slightly strange words made Jian Qingrong's eyes even more puzzled.
"Go meet them with a completely new identity."
A new identity
These few words brought about a throbbing sensation no less than that of a storm. Jian Qingrong's mind instantly became a mess. All the dark memories of the past seemed to have turned into colorful blocks of color in these few words. They cheered and gathered together to form an exceptionally beautiful... sunflower.
At this time, Wen Shi was already standing outside Ward 51.
No. 51 sat on the bed and said calmly and coldly: "You win."
When it comes to calculating emotions, humans are always more talented than monsters.
Wen Shi said the purpose of this: "I want to borrow those two photos." He paused for a moment, and said to No. 51, who seemed to be friendly but actually indifferent, "We should let them be in a brighter environment to witness the hospital's return to normal."
"I'll only borrow it for half a day."
Finally, Wen Shi got the photo from No. 51. He gave the photo to Jian Qingrong and whispered a few words. Jian Qingrong nodded and said, "Okay." No. 51 liked quietness, so Wen Shi closed the door of the ward before leaving.
As soon as the door closed, Wen Shi asked about Yu Xingzhou and the others' situation: "Where are the rest of the people?"
Jian Qingrong: "Prayer room."
The fighting only stopped completely two or three hours ago. Now there are corpses and blood everywhere. Only the prayer room is relatively better.
After going downstairs, Jian Qingrong went to do what Wen Shi had told him to do and walked out the door. The latter walked to the prayer room alone. Before he even got there, he heard Song Yan's voice—
"He's back! Those footsteps are his!"
Wen Shi: “…”
When he entered the prayer room, Yu Xingzhou exclaimed, "It's true."
Looking around, Wen Shi was a little surprised to find that several players were missing. Ao was already dead. Even if the patients rioted, there wouldn't be too many casualties if everyone worked together.
As if knowing what he was thinking, Song Yan walked over and whispered, "When the wall falls, everyone pushes it. The Seven Commandments Guild President was thrown out by the players to block the monsters. As a result, before he died, he said that as long as he could calculate the death of others, he could recover the key and other special items. And when the Seven Commandments Guild President said this, he was holding a lie detector prop..."
Wen Shi rubbed his brows, already imagining the chaos that would follow.
The president of the Seven Commandments was indeed a ruthless man, and he easily aroused everyone's greed.
"Anyway, in the end, everyone split up. I stayed with the two guild leaders, and the others killed their own people."
Players who can come to this dungeon generally have a key on them, and they may also get one when the 3S dungeon is settled. As long as they get one more, they can leave the game.
Recovering keys from players is much less dangerous than entering a high-difficulty dungeon, so it is normal to have bad thoughts.
After hearing this, Wen Shi shook his head and walked straight to the cross under the vigilant gaze of the surviving players.
The cross remained unchanged, proving that Zhen Ling had no intention of meeting him for the time being. Wen Shi looked at the black rust on the cross and suddenly became curious: "Do you want me to die or live more?"
This question is destined to remain unanswered.
Not to mention the real spirit, I'm afraid even the game doesn't know.
After that, there was almost no communication among the group, and they waited quietly for the last day to arrive. The bloody first half of the night in the hospital and the peaceful second half formed a sharp contrast, and the night successfully transitioned into the day.
When the moon completely disappeared, the players walked out of the hospital one after another.
After the rainstorm, the air was filled with the smell of weeds and soil. Wen Shi took a deep breath of fresh air. When he looked up, he vaguely saw a figure standing on the fifth floor. It seemed that the host was also opening the window to get some fresh air.
He waved his hand, signaling the other person to come down.
After the host and the camera team showed up, Wen Shi made an incredible move. He took out a [small speaker] and shouted to the building: "From today on, I will be the new dean here. I promise that during my tenure, I will never abuse my power like Ao did..."
The host glanced at the cameraman and said, "Quick, shoot everything. We can edit it into a documentary later."
During the impassioned speech, various advanced equipment were pulled in by carriages outside, along with an engineering team and a corpse-cleaning team led by the butler.
Wen Shi: "First of all, let us thank the Earl for his sponsorship of the hospital. In the coming period of time, the hospital will undergo a major renovation!"
The host was stunned. He would never forget the madman he saw during the martial arts competition. He was so scared that he ran ten miles in one breath. On the day when the Earl sent Wen Shilai to work the night shift, the host was on the fifth floor and watched the other party beat Ao up.
"How could he be willing to sponsor it?"
"We have to sponsor him," Wen Shi said quickly, "He has a mental problem. As long as the sponsorship is good, the hospital will not admit him."
“…” You promised not to abuse your power to do evil!
Corruption, corruption!
The last carriage stopped and Jian Qingrong got off. Then several workers came down, each carrying two paintings.
Last night, Wen Shi asked Jian Qingrong to find the owner of the castle, and asked him to do one last favor and draw the two photos on the pretext that a tea party was about to be held.
The owner of the castle has first-rate painting skills, and the portrait of the bride he created can even turn the imaginary into the real.
Wen Shi walked to the portrait that was delivered to him. Every character in it was lifelike, as if they would walk out of the painting in the next second. The most rare thing was that the smiles on their faces, whether they were monsters or humans, were extremely real.
"Go to the prayer room." He stood quietly for a moment and whispered to the worker.
Day and night alternate, cold and heat come and go, but some things will never fade.
A familiar prompt sounded:
[Congratulations to the player for clearing the 3S copy of Frank Hospital and becoming the true heir]
[Settlement is about to begin]
[Congratulations to the player for achieving 100% role-playing in this game and receiving 1.5 times the points reward! A total of 66,666 points! ]
"…" Have you been infected by Song Yan? You can only deduct six.
[Based on the player's performance in the dungeon, your title has risen to "Dean"]
The cat doctor finally got his long-cherished wish and became a real cat dean! Wen Shi's shoulders relaxed and he was about to stretch his body facing the clear sky when the game prompt sounded again -
"Player 460872..."
Wen Shi raised an eyebrow. Every time the game read out the player number, it was like calling his full name, with a hint of gnashing of teeth, but this time it was surprisingly quite calm.
"The nesting doll is over."
All the gambles, calculations, and contradictory and twisted minds have completely ceased like a rainstorm last night.
(End of this chapter)