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Chapter 506: The Cursed Hospital (Part 4)
Chapter 506: The Cursed Hospital (Part 4)
“So this is how it works… This Hospital’s layout doesn’t follow normal physical laws… It’s a three-dimensional map…” Feng Bu Jue pondered as he sprinted up the staircase. “Viewing a single floor plan naturally feels confusing, but if you overlay all the Floor maps together, you can form a 3D Model. Of course… even if you construct such a Model in your mind, its usefulness is limited in a place where gravity shifts with the terrain…”
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, his feet had already reached the end of the staircase.
Feng Bu Jue entered another corridor. The artificial light here matched the earlier sections—white, yet veiled by shadows that cast everything in a grayish hue.
“This is the second level too?” Feng Bu Jue muttered, reading the distant door numbers. “Hmm… The outpatient department I was in earlier was also on the second floor… So these sideways stairs lead players to the same Floor Plan. To my past self, my current position would be a ninety-degree shift sideways.”
His mind raced, but his movements never slowed—there was no room to relax with pursuers behind him.
He strode quickly to a door marked only with the number -216, lacking any other labels. This likely meant it was a ward room.
A soft click sounded as the doorknob turned smoothly.
At that moment, Chad’s two heads emerged from the staircase, roaring as they charged forward.
Feng Bu Jue had no choice. He couldn’t afford to cautiously test the door or check the room carefully—his item slot was locked, preventing him from using the adamantine bell to probe ahead. Even if he could use it, the bell’s special effect would likely trigger chaotically amid the immediate life-threatening danger.
With a helpless sigh, Feng Bu Jue pushed the door open and slammed it shut behind him.
The moment the door closed, Chad’s footsteps abruptly halted, as if the hulking giant had vanished into thin air.
“What kind of Setting is this…? Can a common door really stop him?” Feng Bu Jue leaned against the door, catching his breath. “Did he give up the moment he saw the doorway because of his size?” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “What’s the difference between that reaction and a small monster seeing a staircase?”
During those few seconds of catching his breath, Feng Bu Jue quickly scanned the room.
It was a large ward with the lights off and curtains drawn over the corridor-facing windows. However, faint artificial light seeping through the curtain gaps allowed him to make out silhouettes of objects.
“One, two, three…” Feng Bu Jue counted six beds, all arranged against the walls—three on each side, facing each other. Each bed had a U-shaped iron frame with curtains around it, forming a private space when drawn.
“This must be the worst kind of ward…” Feng Bu Jue muttered. Having lived in Hospitals for extended periods, he was intimately familiar with such environments.
Generally, better wards housed two patients with amenities like Tvs. Six-person or larger communal wards like this were the lowest tier—conditions comparable to crowded shared housing.
Of course, private single rooms existed too. Some were available for money, others required a certain status or faction affiliation. Special cases, like extreme illnesses requiring sterile environments, sometimes necessitated specialized facilities—though lower-tier Hospitals might lack these healing resources altogether.
Feng Bu Jue knew all this well. Back when he first fell ill, he had explored nearly every Hospital in S City, experiencing facilities firsthand—from communal wards to Vip suites, from local hospital physicians to world-renowned experts. As a patient, he’d seen it all. His illness had earned him a reputation, leaving a bold mark on the medical community in the mid-21st century.
“Hmm… Since I’m already in…” Feng Bu Jue reached toward the light switch but paused halfway. “Hm… If there are really ‘patients’ here and turning on the lights triggers some Flag, I’ll be in trouble…”
After a few seconds’ thought, he decided to stand silently by the door for a minute before switching on the lights.
Caution was always wise—it was just a minute, after all. By then, Chad would surely have left, and even if some deadly situation occurred, Feng Bu Jue could retreat back to the corridor.
So Feng Bu Jue waited by the door for over a minute before opening it to check that Chad was gone. Only then did he shut the door again and flip the light switch.
Four ceiling-mounted lights illuminated the room. Feng Bu Jue turned them all on at once, bathing the space in brightness.
All six hospital beds were fully enclosed by curtains.
“Hmph… This trick…” Feng Bu Jue pulled out his folding knife, flipped the blade open, and advanced cautiously. “It’s like those games where you have to check each toilet stall…”
He moved to the window at the room’s far end and pulled back the curtain.
Suddenly, a rapid, eerie sound erupted from beside him.
Feng Bu Jue spun his head around to see six bloodstained handprints appearing on the adjacent wall.
“Triggered by looking out the window…” He muttered, returning his gaze to the window as if the handprints were mundane.
Outside was pitch black, but the glass reflected Feng Bu Jue’s—or rather, Lester’s—figure.
As Feng Bu Jue focused on the window, the reflection smiled.
At the same instant, a chilling laugh echoed faintly in his ears.
“Definitely horror-style…” Feng Bu Jue murmured thoughtfully. “For ordinary people, the sudden shock of seeing bloodstained handprints would already be startling. Then turning back to see the reflection smiling? That’s probably enough to trigger a scenario panic.”
After these words, Feng Bu Jue casually pulled the curtain shut again.
“Alright… Let’s see what’s on the hospital beds.” Knife in hand, he approached the nearest bed and reached for its curtain.
Suddenly! A pop sounded as a pale hand shot from the curtain, gripping Feng Bu Jue’s wrist in a deathlike hold.
(End of Chapter)
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