''Do you feel better?''
''Y-Yes! I feel very ... good.''
''Ok, I'll give you a medical order.''
Sitting in a chair in a hospital room in a poor countryside area was a doctor. Not only did he look professional, but he was also undeniably handsome. He was typing quickly on the keyboard, his focused eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of him.
His concentration broke only when the final words appeared on the screen to his left, and The Rise of King Arthor in the Apocalypse – Final version displayed on the laptop to his right. It seemed the download had just finished.
''Done.'' He let out a deep breath. Then, he glanced at a printer on a desk nearby.
Rustle.
Rustle.
Rustle
A medical order was printed slowly, and the young doctor took it in a state of burnout. He examined the entire medical order closely, hoping there wouldn't be any errors.
After he had done it, he glanced at his patient, who was standing on the side in front of the glass of the room.
His old patient looked extremely frail, his head nothing but a bald patch. He was too thin, revealing the bone in his skin as soon as he was wearing clothes and standing on his shaking legs.
What a pitiful.
This old patient had a serious disease: lung cancer, which had spread to his brain. His fate was certainly death, though not quickly, just later.
(The aftermath of too many cigarettes)
"Here! It's yours." The young doctor tried to smile while he handed it to his patient.
The young patient smiled weakly in response.
"T-Thank you very ... much!"
Then, he took the medical order from his young doctor's hand and stuffed it into his pocket.
The next moment, the old patient turned to the doctor in hope and eagerness.
"D-Doctor… you did go on a date with my daughter, didn't you? A-And what do you think about marrying her… if that happens, at least I can rest in peace."
The patient went on rambling about his beautiful daughter. It seemed to be what he was truly proud of.
However, the doctor simply ran a hand through his black hair after hearing all that.
A few sweat ran down his forehead.
He actually dated her… but there was a big problem—she wasn't beautiful at all. She was the most hideous pig he had ever dated.
One that day, she had eaten all the food in the restaurant, and he had to pay 10,000 dollars for it.
He shivered every time he remembered that nightmare.
After that, he was forced to live on instant noodles and even stay in a morgue for a few months before he could receive his salary the next month.
Even worse, she always stuck to her twisted logic: men must serve women and live for them. In short, she had the worst personality imaginable.
Of course, he had broken up with her on the spot. He could already picture the hell his life would become if he married her.
"Ah… sorry, but your daughter is too good for me. I think she can find someone better than me."
"Y-You refused?… D-Doctor! W-Why?! …My precious daughter doesn't deserve you?"
The young patient's expression turned awkward and angry.
He slowly stepped back in gasp while trying to lean on his intravenous pole to control his balance.
The doctor felt a tinge of guilt as he recognized his reactions were actually affecting his patient. He never expected it. Yet, his expression also quickly changed as he saw the patient's twisted face.
And then, immediately, the young patient's emotions exploded into anger and gripped his intravenous pole. Without hesitation, he struck the glass partition between the two rooms with all his strength.
Crash.
Shards of broken glass were scattered everywhere, making the young doctor panic.
Luckily, the blouse he was wearing was long-sleeved. If it hadn't been, he would have certainly been injured by the sharp glass fragments.
After that, he slowly lowered his right arm, which had just defended his face from the flying shards.
After that, what appeared before him was the young patient's angry expression. The patient looked like a wild demon, and the young doctor was silent in worry.
He gulped, all the while he cursed in his mind.
''I wasn't trained for this fucking thing.''
The young patient shouted with a loud, powerful voice, completely unlike his previous tone.
"F*CK YOU! I'll KILL YOU!"
He instantly lunged at the young doctor behind the glass partition with unbelievable speed, willing to grip his neck tightly.
''Aahhh…''
Surprised by all things happening, the Doctor fell into panic and lost his calm. He tried to run and shout in desperation to someone who might save him.
"G-Guard!.. N-Nurse! Is someone here?"
However, he also quickly realized his situation, as the hospital where he had been working was just a small and shabby place, where a single doctor would have to do everything, including nursing and guards' business.
He couldn't do anything, as in just a few seconds, his neck was locked tightly by the patient's grip.
The young doctor managed to resist this damn patient, but he couldn't do anything. The grip on his neck was too strong.
'I-Impossible!'
This was truly abnormal. The damn patient's hand was thin, just skin wrapped around his bones. How could he be so powerful?
'Die!...Die!...Die!....Die!'
The damn patient, with a distorted expression, kept slamming the young doctor's head down onto the floor over and over.
"It hurts too much!" The young doctor grimaced in unbearable pain. His head grew dazed and disoriented.
A few seconds later, his mind began to spiral into chaos. Everything around him became unclear, fading into a blur. And he also began to feel the vicious stream of blood below his head during the impact with the hard floor.
It was probably that his skull was being broken.
However, he might die from suffocation instead of loss of blood since the patient's grip on his neck tightened more and more.
Eventually, he gradually gave up resistance, and his body slowly became limp and unresponsive.
He thought in a vague mind.
"If I survive, I'll definitely quit this job."
"Damn it, no more chance?''
The last bit of his strength faded away. Everything before his eyes turned into endless darkness. Yet, the patient showed no sign of stopping his killing, his murderous intent unrelenting.
Ting!
[Congratulations, beloved player, who has gained countless unprecedented achievements in The Rise of King Arthor in the Apocalypse during the first five versions.]
[You should have been able to set a new record, even surpassing 1,400,004,003,000,02 respawns in total in the previous five versions.]
[Please choose the game difficulty as usual.]
[Woman – Pregnant man– Hell]
[Because you are neither a woman nor a pregnant man, the system has automatically selected Hell difficulty.]
[You will be sent into the game in 10 seconds.]
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