Friendship Day.
The host was not unfamiliar with these three words. 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. His eyes moved away from the content of the rules.
"The fifth-level curse is probably related to you keeping Dad's brain," Wen Shi said in a barely perceptible voice, as if speaking to the air. "Shouldn't you remove the curse on me now?"
After asking, he suddenly felt that the question was redundant.
He completed the inheritance mission and became the new director. 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 the discomfort he felt before was gone, and tentatively said, "I want to lift the curse on the host team."
While still pondering whether or not to host a joint report on Friendship Day and the ghost world, his shoulders suddenly felt lighter, and his 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 back in Fengguan Village that I have someone to back me up."
It's never wrong to follow the first generation!
After inquiring about Jian Qingrong's whereabouts, Wen Shi turned and headed 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. As Wen Shi moved the body away, he smelled an even stronger smell of blood.
He took out his lantern and for the first time realized that the corridor was littered with corpses. There were bodies of patients, nurses, and so on, piled high on top of each other, the facial muscles of both men and women frozen in the contorted state of 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. Wen Shi had no place to step.
He suddenly raised the lantern and saw the president of the Seven Commandments lying on the escalator at the corner of the third or fourth floor. He was motionless, with no visible 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, they should hide in the hidden map first and try their luck. How could they die outside?
"Forget it, he deserved it." Wen Shi was too lazy to explore the cause of the other party's death. He looked back at the corridor. The lantern had a limited illumination range and he didn't see Jian Qingrong in the bright area.
Just as he was about to take out the phone to make a call, he suddenly heard light footsteps in the corridor opposite. Wen Shi looked carefully and saw a cold 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 opportunity to destroy the photo, Wen Shi didn't return immediately, but Jian Qingrong wasn't worried about his safety. Just after midnight, the hospital's patients began to be subject to regular checks and balances, and the unrest showed signs of calming down. This confirmed that Wen Shi was fine, and there was even a good chance he would receive the inheritance that was rightfully his.
Jian Qingrong was worried about something else: "If my hand grows back early, will you still beat me?"
The look on his face, as if he was afraid of getting beaten, made Wen Shi's temples 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 as he spoke, and the scene overlapped with the scene when he first met No. 82 in the flashback. 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.
The emotion of pity is very dangerous, it can lower a person's bottom line. Wen Shi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Do you still remember..."
The word No. 83 was ruthlessly blocked by the rules.
Wen Shi sighed softly.
I had originally held onto a glimmer of hope, but reality was cruel. The game certainly wouldn't let Jian Qingrong completely retain that memory. It could intervene in many ways, such as causing the subject to contract a fever, lose a memory, and so on. 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."
Frank Hospital needs some renovation.
Room 51 was near the end of the corridor. Wen Shi had already changed the subject as he walked towards it, but Jian Qingrong suddenly brought it back: "I wonder 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 think I 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 a trace of confusion clearly flowed between his brows: "I can't remember what exactly happened."
In fact, he really wanted to say to Wen Shi, I seem to have known you for a long time.
Worried that the other party would compare him to the little octopus who had been saying a lot of cheesy love words recently, he forced himself to hold back.
Glancing at his profile out of the corner of his eye, 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: "When we get 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 brand new identity?
These few words brought about a throbbing sensation no less than a storm. Jian Qingrong's mind instantly became a mess. All the dark memories of the past seemed to have turned into colorful blocks 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 stated his purpose: "I'd like to borrow those two photos." He paused, then, looking at No. 51, who seemed friendly but actually indifferent, he said, "We should let them witness the hospital's return to normalcy in a brighter environment."
No. 51 was silent for a few seconds.
"I'll only borrow it for half a day."
In the end, 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 likes quietness, so Wen Shi tactfully closed the ward door before leaving.
As soon as the door closed, Wen Shi inquired 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, and 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 directly. The latter walked towards the prayer room alone. Before he even reached 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 really is."
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 leader was thrown out by the players to block the monsters. But before he died, he said that if you can plot someone else's death, you can recover special items like keys. And when the Seven Commandments leader said this, he was holding a lie detector..."
Wen Shi rubbed his eyebrows, 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 everyone else 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.
Wen Shi shook his head after hearing this and walked straight to the cross under the vigilant gaze of the surviving players.
The cross remained unchanged, proving that the True Spirit 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 prefer me to die or live?"
This question is destined to remain unanswered.
Not to mention the real spirit, I'm afraid even the game doesn't know.
After that, everyone hardly communicated with each other and 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 to 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 party to come down.
After the host and camera crew appeared, Wen Shi made an incredible move. He took out a [small loudspeaker] and shouted towards 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 photographer and said, "Quick, film it all. We can edit it into a documentary later."
During the passionate 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. The hospital will undergo a major renovation in the coming period!"
The host was stunned. He would never forget the madman he saw during the martial arts competition. He was so frightened that he ran ten miles in one breath. On the day when the Earl sent Wen Shilai to work the night shift, the host watched from the fifth floor as the other party beat up Ao.
"How could he possibly 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 do evil and abuse your power!
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 on the pretext of an upcoming tea party, asked him to do one last favor and to draw the two photos.
The owner of the castle has first-class painting skills, and the portrait of the bride he created can even turn the virtual 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 completing 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 bonus! A total of 66,666 points!]
"..."Have you been infected by Song Yan? You only know how to deduct six.
[Based on your performance in the dungeon, your title has risen to "Dean"]
Doctor Cat finally achieved his long-cherished wish and became a real cat dean! Wen Shi's shoulders relaxed, and he was about to stretch out facing the clear sky when the game's 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 calm.
"The nesting doll is over."
All the gambles, calculations, and contradictory and twisted thoughts have completely ceased like a rainstorm last night.