The noise was so loud that only a deaf person could hear it. Ao knew that the praying intern could also see it clearly.
But there was only one person staring at him.
The president of the Seven Commandments reacted quickly and looked away, but it was too late. Ao looked at him with a horrified murderous look.
Ao stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his eye. The dark red color made him look like a grotesque clown. "Where are the others?"
One player replied: "Going to the bathroom."
There is no other reason. Going to the bathroom is an excuse that never goes out of style.
"Someone go and call them back."
Blood dripped from the area where Ao's severed wrist met the hook, and maggots crawled in the wound. He seemed to feel no pain at all, completely horrified by another fact: the Count had become so powerful!
When Ao was puzzled, he didn't know what he was thinking. He glanced at the ceiling with anger. If the patient on the upper floor was willing to help, he would never be so embarrassed tonight.
Ao clenched his intact hand and endured it. Once he found that thing, the entire hospital would obey his command.
Wen Shi and others came back soon.
Pretending to be unfamiliar with Li Nan and the others, Wen Shi entered the room first. The moment he saw the wound on Ao's face, he was immediately furious: "This is a medical dispute, absolutely a medical dispute! The Earl is really too rampant. I suggest you report him to the sheriff."
He looked angry, but while scolding the owner of the castle, Wen Shi was still leisurely pushing his glasses up his nose, and it was obvious that he was gloating.
Their gazes met mid-air, and Wen Shi didn't flinch. He displayed two faces simultaneously, emphasizing his fearlessness to the utmost, just to intimidate Ao.
After a while, he said with a hint of meaning: "Within the scope of the hospital's duties, you can arrange it as you wish. Outside of the scope..."
The enemy does not use hooks to dig out human flesh, and we will not send out the count.
As he spoke, he glanced out the window. The corner of the carriage that he had vaguely seen before disappeared, indicating that the earl had left.
The Count was somewhat wary of Frank's hospital, and besides, except in special circumstances, the hospital had the habit of going to bed before midnight.
Wen Shi was not in a panic. If a brutal beating did not make Ao behave, he would not mind teaching him again with a sword. With the Earl as a foundation, it would definitely be effective after two times.
The blood dripping from the edge of Ao's rain boots had gathered into a pool. At this moment, he actually calmed down and did not respond to Wen Shi's words. Instead, he continued the lecture he had not finished before.
"Interns are required to work night shifts." After emphasizing a bunch of work precautions and the location of the interns' accommodations, Ao's malicious smile returned to his face. He pointed the rusty iron hook in his right hand at Song Yan and Li Nan: "You two will be responsible for feeding the medicine to the patients in the South District on the first floor. Remember, make sure they swallow the medicine and carefully check their mouths afterward."
Ao then arranged for Ji Yuanzhi and Yu Xingzhou to administer medicine to the patients in the North District, and made a request: "Giving medicine too late is not good for the patients' health. The medication delivery must be completed before one o'clock."
The others regretted not leaving immediately; staying in the prayer room wasn't a good idea. Usually, patients would be relatively safer in places like the first floor, close to the main entrance.
Afterwards, Ao arranged for ten players to go to the north and south areas of the second floor for drug injections, which were also required to be completed before one o'clock.
Those who didn't get a number suddenly became nervous. Would they be sent to the third floor?
The situation was much better than they had imagined. Ao divided the six doctors into two groups, also assigned to the second floor: "One group will be on duty from 2:00 to 4:00 in the morning, and the other group will take over from 4:30 to 6:00. We must be on guard against patients escaping."
"...As for Dr. Aaron, you've returned from a long journey, so please rest up in your office tonight."
This arrangement was truly unexpected, and anyone could see Ao's dissatisfaction with Wen Shi. However, he quickly realized that it wasn't that he didn't want to arrange it, but rather that the dungeon triggerer had certain innate advantages.
If Ao were allowed to be with his temper, he would definitely throw everyone to the top level.
"There are two more things you need to pay attention to. Unless the patient escapes, the death of a patient during the night shift will be punished. Most importantly, do not be influenced by the patients and become a madman like them!"
When talking about punishment, Ao's tone was flat, but when talking about not being assimilated, his expression was filled with a strange expectation.
After arranging the work, Ao left with heavy steps, his rain boots rolling over the blood on the ground, leaving bloody footprints. When he passed by Wen Shi, he paused for a moment and lowered his voice and said, "It's best to sleep with your eyes open at night."
Ignoring the threat to his life, Wen Shi left after him and went straight back to the office.
The door was broken and the office was a mess, perfectly preserved in the same state it was in before he left.
Wen Shi briefly cleaned the sofa. It felt a bit strange to be left alone while everyone else was working on their tasks. After taking out the trash, he looked at the rules posted on the wall and couldn't move his feet.
"Friendship Day."
Looking at the three words mentioned in the rules, Wen Shi felt mixed emotions. He didn't know what his father would think of Frank being in this state.
[Main quest generated]
The sudden system prompt made his eyes slide down. It was rare for a game to generate the main quest directly on the day of the next dungeon.
The mechanical sound was slightly different from the usual one, and contained a strangeness that was completely indescribable in words.
[Main Mission: Survive for Seven Days
Mission content: You are back on the first day;
The next day you need to save an innocent person;
On the third day you set out to the deep zone; on the fourth day you decide to kill the dean;
On the fifth day, you start looking for an important item in the hospital. On the sixth day, you gain recognition from your patients and are named Outstanding Doctor of the Year.
On the seventh day, you successfully inherited the hospital. ]
[Note: If you do not complete the required tasks on any day, you will be deemed to have failed to clear the level, and the game will celebrate the seventh day for you.]
Wen Shi chuckled.
The Earl was also waiting for his seventh day, and was thinking of putting an advertisement in the newspaper to hear me say thank you.
"Seven days..." He sat down on the sofa. The game was like giving him a task list. Some of the items were not specific enough, but killing the dean alone was a century-long problem.
The copy would not allow him to exploit loopholes and use the Count to kill the dean. He would probably not be able to leave the hospital for the next few days.
"As expected, in the end, the only one you can rely on is yourself." Wen Shi smiled bitterly, then looked at the moon in the sky and frowned, "Why hasn't Jian Qingrong appeared yet?"
The purifying power of the Lord of Terror should be able to help him punish Ao.
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While Wen Shiyu was holding up the banner of self-reliance under the moonlight and was actually trying to stretch out his claws to try to take advantage of others, Song Yan and Li Nan were diligently doing their tasks.
Frank Hospital was making a lot of money, but Ao was so stingy that he wouldn't even replace the broken floor tiles. The blood and mud between the cracks easily stained the soles of the patients' shoes, and the smell irritated them from afar. The beast-like roars that emanated from their throats penetrated their ears, making them feel very uncomfortable.
The South District housed all male patients. In the empty corridor, Song Yan glanced at Li Nan, who nodded before he pushed open the door of the first ward.
The moment he entered, Song Yan felt that this was not a ward, but a fish tank.
Like a depressed goldfish banging frantically against the glass, the patient's body was shaking violently, causing the iron bed to creak. The hemp rope that replaced the restraints rubbed against his flesh tightly. His mouth was stuffed with something, making it impossible for him to utter complete sentences.
Seeing someone coming in, the patient's eyes flashed with pleading, as if he wanted to say something.
They were originally here to feed the patient medicine. Song Yan took off the patient's gag. This gag, used to prevent the patient from shouting, was cleverly designed and much smaller than normal models, ensuring that the patient could not scream but could still make a low, hoarse roar of pain.
After a brief respite, the patient said with a sad expression: "This hospital..."
However, at this moment, Li Nan moved so fast that an afterimage flashed, and pinched the patient's face tightly. He used a little skill to twist it, and the patient's mandibular joint was dislocated on the spot.
"He wants to let your guard down and bite your tongue to commit suicide." The function of the gag is also to prevent self-harm.
Li Nan took the medicine from Song Yan and forced it down his mouth, which was having trouble closing. "Once he dies, we will trigger the punishment rules."
The patient looked at them with eyes almost blazing with anger.
Song Yan stood aside. He found that he seemed to be very good at a certain kind of memory. After learning that the patient had other intentions, that kind of pain and deliberately showed a pitiful and calculating expression, he immediately generated a template in his mind, and evolved no less than ten expressions based on this.
This was only the first ward. When we arrived at the second ward, the patient there had already freed one arm from the hemp rope and was trying to untie another hemp rope so that he could bend down to reach the broken tiles on the floor.
When Li Nan went to stop it, Song Yan realized something was wrong.
Every once in a while, the patients seemed to gain some mobility. If they didn't feed all the patients their medicine as quickly as possible, there would definitely be casualties. However, there were only two of them, but they had to be responsible for the entire South District.
On the other side, the North District.
Yu Xingzhou and Ji Yuanzhi are responsible for female patients.
They had long judged the urgency of the medicine feeding task, and relying on Ji Yuanzhi's [Hallucination] skills, both sides were at ease.
"Something's not right." Yu Xingzhou's eyes were gloomy when he successfully came out of the second to last ward.
Feeding medicine is just the right side quest for the opening of an S+ dungeon. It's barely okay to do it for 2S, but if it's put in a 3S dungeon, the difficulty of the opening is a bit off.
Ji Yuanzhi also felt something was wrong: "Do you need me to interpret the information?"
Yu Xingzhou shook his head: "The mission is already more than halfway done, there's no point in interpreting it further."
The most troublesome situation is the unsolvable death rule, but they are still alive now, so this can be ruled out.
"Go on." He turned around and glanced at the clock hanging on the nurses' station. There was more than enough time, still half an hour.
Players completed their tasks smoothly tonight.
Before 1:00 AM, all the patients on the first floor had been successfully fed. At the same time, the players on the second floor who were responsible for administering injections also completed their mission.
The second floor is a Class A dangerous area, and the patients are very aggressive. Players here almost have to wait and see when to get the injections, and some even have injuries on their bodies, but luckily they escaped unharmed.
At 2:00 AM, the first wave of players on duty began work. To prevent patients from escaping, players chose to patrol. During their shift, players were required to fill out a night shift form to record the process and results of the incident.
Because there is no specific format requirement, the form is recorded rather sloppily:
[At 3:30 in the morning, we found an escaped patient in the toilet. We fought fiercely and the patient was successfully escorted back to the ward.
At 3:50 a.m., intern Liu Chen found the patient hiding in a trash can and successfully arrested him. Ten minutes later, the shift change took place.
At 5:30 in the morning, a patient tried to disguise himself as a nurse, but was found out and put up a desperate resistance. Because the patient was very vicious, five interns including Qian Yue and Hu Bumeng joined forces to eliminate him.
At six in the morning, the night shift ends.
All players who finished their night shift were arranged to rest in the intern dormitory.
The interns' dormitory is easy to find, not far from the prayer room. The design inside is quite inhumane. A small and narrow cubicle with a bed crammed into the partition. There is no ventilation and the environment is extremely bad.
In comparison, Wen Shi's office can be considered a good environment.
Wen Shi snuggled up on the sofa late at night, keeping watch with the Hug Bear, and slept soundly. At dawn, the fat nurse's impatient voice came from the corridor: "Prayer room, everyone gather in the prayer room!"
Wen Shi was woken up, got up, rubbed his temples, and walked towards the prayer room.
The iron railings outside the window have been repaired, and the prayer room seems much more spacious today, mainly because there are fewer people.
The fat nurse went to pray in front of the cross first. Wen Shi glanced around and asked Yu Xingzhou, "Where is Ji Yuanzhi?"
Yu Xingzhou said in a deep voice: "The nurse called him out in the middle of the night and he never came back."
Not only Ji Yuanzhi, but five other players also failed to show up. One even finished his night shift at six o'clock and was taken away by the nurse before he even entered the dormitory.
After the fat nurse finished praying, she said in a hoarse voice, "Everyone, follow me!"
The patients on the first and second floors were much easier to manage during the day than at night; fewer patients showed suicidal tendencies during the day. As I passed the torture chamber, I heard the rather shrill cries of the patients inside, shaking off a lot of dust and small insects from the ceiling.
"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?" The fat nurse noticed a player slapping a spider off his body and urged them in a stern voice.
This was Wen Shi's first time setting foot on the second floor, and the game did not remind him that it was a dangerous area like when he first arrived.
The layout of the first two floors is similar. The nurses' station is closest to the stairs. The corridor is completely dark from one-third of the way up, making it impossible to see deeper.
The fat nurse led them into the darkness. There was an indescribable smell lingering in the corridor. Wen Shi felt that the smell was somewhat familiar. Thinking about it again, it was similar to the smell of the morgue in his previous copy.
At the end of the corridor is an "ice house" with a large number of buckets of ice piled up in the corner, and four stretchers covered with white cloth placed in a row on the concrete floor.
The fat nurse emphasized: "If you encounter a patient who died unexpectedly, they must be cremated within a day to prevent the spread of disease and disaster."
Wen Shi didn't know what happened last night, so he asked quietly, "Did any patient die last night?"
Song Yan shook his head: "Not when I was feeding the medicine."
Wen Shi suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
The discerning players actively carried the stretcher in pairs and were praised by the fat nurse.
Unfortunately, this act of kindness did not work out well. The stretcher was made of bamboo poles and hemp ropes, and was crudely made. Years of use had caused partial deformation. The two players failed to lift the body firmly, and the body fell to the ground.
After hearing the thud, the fat nurse pointed at their noses and yelled, "You can't even do such a small thing? How did your instructor teach you..."
The string of insults was full of different words, but the player being insulted couldn't hear a single word and stared at the corpse that rolled to his feet.
The corpse's mouth gaped open, its chest stained with vomit. Its hair, stained with dark red blood, lay wet and plastered to its forehead. Its eyes remained open until death, their blurred, bloodshot pupils meeting the player's, forcing the player to take a step back.
"Zhao..." His chest heaved violently, and he almost called out the deceased's real name.
The person who died was not a patient, but a player, and one of the top 50 players in the leaderboard.
Yu Xingzhou's eyes suddenly changed, and he walked forward and uncovered the white cloth on the other bodies.
They were all relatively familiar faces. When he saw that Ji Yuanzhi was not there, Yu Xingzhou's shoulders slumped slightly, but this little relief was far from enough. Six players had been called away last night, and four had died, in horrific circumstances. One had half his face shattered.
The fat nurse had stood behind Yu Xingzhou at some point, looking at the lifted white cloth, her cold breath spraying on the skin on his face: "What are you looking for?"