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Chapter 516: The Cursed Hospital (Fourteen)
Chapter 516: The Cursed Hospital (Fourteen)
Feng Bu Jue burst out of the elevator and sprinted down the corridor. He hadn’t expected it—no sooner did he round a corner than an unexpected crisis erupted.
Before him, the corridor was packed with ghostly figures.
“Where did these come from…?” Feng Bu Jue muttered, staring at the semi-transparent specters. “The lights are still on, and I’m not even wearing sunglasses… How can I see them so clearly?”
Doubts swirled in his mind, but his feet never slowed. He couldn’t afford delays now—no matter the anomaly, he’d have to force his way through.
The ghosts had already noticed him, reacting instantly. They turned their heads in unison, groaning with indistinct anguish, their bodies moving at an eerily slow pace as they stretched their arms toward him, as if trying to grab hold.
“This can’t be…” Feng Bu Jue had only run a few steps when he realized something was off. “They’re actually affecting me…”
He’d said “affecting,” not “touching.” The ghosts couldn’t physically contact him yet, but they weren’t harmless either.
As Feng Bu Jue “passed through” their semi-transparent bodies, a clear resistance gripped him. It felt like swimming on land—each ghost was like a mass of invisible, thickened air. Every brush against them slowed his movement.
“It really looks like time’s running out…” Feng Bu Jue focused, battling the creeping cold as he twisted through the phantoms, maintaining his speed. “The closer Lester’s ‘body’ gets to death, the stronger their influence becomes. Until… I become one of them too.”
Luckily, not every corridor was packed with ghosts. After passing this gauntlet, the situation improved. Though a few stragglers blocked the path here and there, their numbers were too sparse to hinder Feng Bu Jue’s progress.
After running for ten minutes, Feng Bu Jue reached Room 216 again. Pushing the door open, he found—
Viktor and Count Belmont had left the hospital bed and were fighting a Phantom leaning in through the window.
“Ah! It’s you! Help us!” Viktor shouted as he heard the door creak, glancing sideways.
“Don’t forget to shut the door!” Count Belmont added.
Without hesitation, Feng Bu Jue slammed the door closed and rushed forward.
In those few seconds, Feng Bu Jue’s eyes locked onto the Phantom emerging from the window. It wore a green coarse robe, its face twisted into a hideous mask. Its head resembled a torn sack—hairless, noseless, earless, with three hollow voids for eyes and mouth.
“What now?” Feng Bu Jue had arrived quickly, but his skills were nonexistent, and his only equipment was a kitchen knife. The Phantom’s upper body dangled outside the window, entangled with Viktor and Count Belmont. Even if he wanted to strike, there was no clear opening.
“You idiot! Use that thing you just swindled from me!” Viktor barked.
“I get it now…” Feng Bu Jue mused. “So that’s how this works…” At Viktor’s prompt, clarity struck him like lightning.
[Name: Moonlight Grenade]
[Type: Consumable]
[Quality: Fine]
[Special Effect: Creates a “Moonlight Explosion.”]
[Background: Crafted by elves, it detonates on impact, releasing stored moonlight from the explosive core.]
Though labeled a consumable, the vague special effect and background description hinted at its purpose. The question was—where to use it?
The answer came instantly.
Before Viktor’s words faded, Feng Bu Jue had already slipped on his sunglasses and hurled the grenade.
Boom! The light explosion erupted. A piercing, agonized scream followed.
The explosion was strange—though blindingly bright, it didn’t hurt the eyes. Count Belmont and Viktor remained unaffected, not even blinking. They simply stepped back a few paces as the Phantom, drenched in moonlight, began “burning” alive.
“Hmm… Did I overcomplicate things?” Feng Bu Jue muttered, watching the scene.
Replaying the plot in his mind, he realized the truth: if he hadn’t extorted Viktor during the [Victor’s Key] quest, he’d have returned to this room to find the battle already over.
This path was more challenging…
The Moonlight Grenade wasn’t essential—it could only be used under specific conditions. To reach this point, several flags had to align: “successfully extorting Viktor,” “completing Viktor and Harper’s task without visiting the Blood Bank,” “not having visited the third floor and completing the transaction with the little girl.” Only then would the “player killing the Mirror Demon” branch activate.
That Feng Bu Jue had stumbled into this outcome through his usual scheming was, in itself, a feat…
“He’s escaping! Find a mirror to trap him!” Viktor’s sharp voice rang out again.
Simultaneously, the burning Mirror Demon’s body was retreating into the window. The monster still clung to survival, trying to flee back into the mirror realm.
“I’ve got it!” Feng Bu Jue pulled out his small mirror and raised it.
As expected, the moment the mirror’s light struck the Mirror Demon, the creature froze. Stuck in the window frame, it gradually disintegrated into ash…
Its death cry faded, and the room fell silent again.
Count Belmont and Viktor returned to the hospital bed in perfect sync, exhaling deeply.
Feng Bu Jue relaxed too, murmuring, “So he was the one who smiled at me and created those blood handprint visions…”
“Heh! Staff, I smell blood,” Count Belmont suddenly said. “You brought it, right? I’m parched.”
Feng Bu Jue hurried over, handing him the two packs of Type B Blood from the Blood Bank.
Count Belmont didn’t waste time. As though sensing Feng Bu Jue’s urgency, he accepted the blood and swiftly retrieved the reward item from his hospital gown pocket.
The reward… was a single white sock.
That’s right—just one. The item lacked even a description, looking like trash at first glance…
But Feng Bu Jue knew its purpose. Pulling out another sock from his pocket, he held both together. Sure enough—matching design, identical color. The item description interface appeared as the pair united.
[Name: Insulated Cotton Socks]
[Type: Plot-Related]
[Quality: Common]
[Function: Significantly reduces the effects of freezing on the body.]
[Can Be Taken Out of Scenario]
[Background: Keeping your feet warm is crucial. Of course, you don’t actually need to wear them.]
The background note was spot-on—it didn’t require wearing. The moment both socks merged, the cold gripping Feng Bu Jue’s body vanished. Clearly, these socks were symbolic in this space, easing Lester’s “suffering.” But… they wouldn’t extend his “body’s” survival time.
“Well then, everyone—I’ve got places to be.” Feng Bu Jue, task completed, promptly pulled out his [Teleport Stone to the Third Floor] and prepared to ascend.
“Good luck, Staff.”
“You did well, but I’m still filing a complaint!”
“That blood tasted great~”
The trio’s quirky lines echoed in the ward as the player’s farewell.
Seconds later, Feng Bu Jue activated the item. A blinding white flash erupted, and in an instant, his surroundings transformed completely.
His Teleport Stone, however, vanished immediately after use—a very poor omen…
The third floor of this Hospital was clearly isolated from the other Floors. The second floor had no stairs leading here, and the elevator didn’t reach this place either. Even the only Teleport Stone was one-way. All these details pointed to the same conclusion… the Boss battle was drawing near.
“Well… Director Mr. Hospital.” Feng Bu Jue drew his cleaver and strode forward. “Here I come…”
The Teleport Stone’s destination was fixed. Three meters behind Feng Bu Jue stood a blank wall, while directly ahead, there were no forks in the path—only a straight, endless corridor stretching into the distance.
The walls lining this corridor were uniformly white, with no visible doors or reference points in sight.
After walking about a hundred meters, Feng Bu Jue finally spotted a door on his right.
[Looks like it’s locked.] A system prompt flashed as he gripped the handle.
“Hmm… Could this be the director’s office?” Feng Bu Jue muttered, pulling out the [Dean’s Office Key] and inserting it into the lock. It didn’t fit.
“I knew it… Not this one either.” He quickly switched to another key—the [Lester’s Backup Key].
This time, it worked.
Pushing the door open, Feng Bu Jue encountered something completely unexpected. Beyond it wasn’t a room at all, but a narrow, three-meter-long passage. At its far end stood another door.
Feng Bu Jue cautiously stepped inside. Moments later, he reached for the second door’s handle when another system prompt appeared: [This exit allows you to leave the Hospital directly. Confirm you wish to leave now?]
“Oh… So convenient,” Feng Bu Jue remarked, withdrawing his hand immediately. “So after defeating Director Mr. Hospital, I can leave through here, huh?” He turned to head back to the corridor.
Unexpectedly, a second prompt followed: [This room can only be entered once. Once you leave, the room will disappear.]
“What?!” Feng Bu Jue’s eyes widened. “This is just blatant trolling! Setting up a room like this on the path to the Boss? Any normal person would walk in! And only after entering do you tell me it’s a one-time use? What’s the point?!”
Trapped in the claustrophobic passage, Feng Bu Jue rubbed his chin, strategizing: “The mission requires killing Director Mr. Hospital before leaving. If I exit now, the main quest fails. But if I leave to find the director, this room disappears…”
After a pause, he decided against opening the second door. Entering meant certain failure, but staying offered a slim chance. He could defeat the director first and find another escape route.
[Open this door to reclaim your freedom.] Suddenly, the system prompted again.
“Hmph?” Feng Bu Jue froze for two seconds before smirking coldly.
“Hahahahaha!” His smirk erupted into raucous laughter, escalating into a deranged cackle filled with biting mockery.
Before the echoes faded, Feng Bu Jue exited the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
“This is classic adding legs to a snake, Director Mr. Hospital!” He bellowed at the empty corridor, then sprinted down the path.
His gaze now burned with unshakable resolve.
After three minutes of running, the corridor’s far end revealed a massive golden door.
Keys in his left hand, cleaver in his right, Feng Bu Jue wasted no time inserting the [Dean’s Office Key] into the lock and swinging the door open.
The next instant, blinding golden light erupted. The room before him dwarfed the ground floor’s dining hall. The floor was paved with gold bricks, grand oil paintings adorned the walls, ornate sculptures stood in corners, and a dazzling chandelier hung from the ceiling.
Near the window sat a south-facing desk. Facing the window was a mysterious “figure” in a boss chair, leisurely puffing a cigar.
“You’re stubborn to the end… otherworld traveler?” Director Mr. Hospital said, swiveling his chair around.
The Hospital’s director appeared mostly human—around 1.7 meters tall, with a beer belly, a balding head, and gold-rimmed spectacles.
Naked except for one detail…
Covering his entire body was a dense layer of copper coins—round with square holes, their surfaces thick with patina.
“You’re quite sharp, I’ll admit…” Feng Bu Jue narrowed his eyes. “I know people who can interfere with the system voice… Like Bi Li, for instance.” He paused. “Didn’t expect there to be more than one…”
“If I hadn’t said that last line, maybe I’d have succeeded…” The director exhaled smoke.
“Oh, you mean ‘Open this door to reclaim your freedom’?” Feng Bu Jue countered. “Heh… Honestly, it didn’t matter. I’d already decided not to open that door before you spoke.” He shrugged. “But you saying it still proved useful…” His tone turned scathing. “At least now I know two things: First, you fear me. Second, you’re an idiot.”
“Hmph… Fear you? Why would I fear you?” The director retorted. “Do you think that cleaver in your hand can defeat me?”
“Too late for excuses, you moron.” Feng Bu Jue shot back. “From the moment I arrived in this scenario, your cowardice was obvious…” He grinned. “Your little speech was clever—it didn’t lie about Lester’s personality. He’s indeed a man with an open lifestyle. But when you said ‘nobody liked him’… that’s where things got strange.” Tilting his head, he pressed on. “If no one liked him, couldn’t you have fired him long ago for sexually harassing nurses and female doctors? One complaint of harassment, and you could’ve shown him the door.”
Feng Bu Jue paced the room like a detective delivering a climax: “Meeting Jenny confirmed it—there was no harassment, only flirtation.” His sarcastic smile deepened. “Hearing your speech again… I can now hear the sour notes of jealousy. ‘That pretty face’, ‘lacking self-discipline’… Hmph… Director Mr. Hospital, you were green with envy.”
The director’s expression twisted beneath his coin-covered skin.
But Feng Bu Jue wasn’t finished: “True, Lester broke many rules. But for the Hospital’s staff and patients, these were blessings—acts of compassion you’d never understand. His popularity made him untouchable, fueling your resentment until finally…” He raised a finger. “You, the director, kept pressuring HR until they caved. At last, you could rid yourself of that annoying brat.”
“Hmph… Perhaps it was fate,” Feng Bu Jue continued after a pause. “Lester’s final night shift fell on December 5th. And as you claimed… he was often late. So again, he was late that night…” His gaze sharpened. “But this time, that lateness saved him—keeping him from crossing the threshold of death.”
The director’s face contorted with fury. “Hmph… Are you certain?”
“Absolutely,” Feng Bu Jue cut in. “I figured it out on my way here…” He pointed behind him. “That room—the so-called ‘exit from the Hospital’—was never meant for Lester…” His eyes flashed. “It was your own escape route, wasn’t it…?”
(End of Chapter)
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