Blue Mountain Psychiatric Hospital 14

The second-floor clinic.

The closed door had been smashed open. Qi Chanyang lay on the floor, vomiting blood in great gulps.

Both his feet were already gone. Liu Hanyue stood in the doorway with a footprint on her face.

Just now, when Qi Chanyang had darted past her, Liu Hanyue had casually reached out again, intending to use the same trick.

Qi Chanyang had already figured it out. This monster wasn't slow, but she was treating him like a dog on a leash, toying with him as though he were a clown.

Don't underestimate a player who's cleared a horror game six times!

With the last of his strength, Qi Chanyang suddenly sped up and kicked Liu Hanyue square in the face.

But that kick was his last.

Liu Hanyue's sharp claws seized his ankle. Like she'd gone mad, she swung him around like a meteor hammer, slamming him wildly into the floor before hurling him into the door of the second-floor clinic.

I can't go on...

Qi Chanyang could no longer feel pain.

He stared at the unfamiliar ceiling of the clinic, his one remaining eye moving as he nearly reflexively took in the clues around him.

But it was useless.

Qi Chanyang wanted to sigh, but his body felt like a leaking balloon.

Forget it... He'd struggled for so long. He'd done well enough.

The monster's face drew closer and closer. Liu Hanyue roared in his ear in a shrill voice.

"You dared to kick me! You dared to kick me!!"

The hell is there not to dare about that?

If he hadn't run out of strength, Qi Chanyang would have wanted to flip her off.

When he didn't respond, Liu Hanyue angrily reached out and plunged a hand into his abdomen.

Even a body that could no longer feel pain spasmed at that. Qi Chanyang violently spat out a mouthful of blood, splashing it right across Liu Hanyue's face.

"Aaaaaah!!!!"

Perhaps it was a final flash of life, but Qi Chanyang even laughed at that moment.

"What are you laughing at?!"

Liu Hanyue raised her hand high.

Qi Chanyang relaxed his body and closed his eyes.

With bitter self-mockery, he thought of how, before entering the instance, he'd told his friends that a Level-One Instance was for relaxing. It wasn't hard.

But he'd never expected that he, someone who had cleared a Level-Two Instance, would die at the hands of an NPC in a Level-One Instance.

Sure enough, this game required teamwork. Going it alone wouldn't do.

He only hoped the remaining eight newcomers could find what he had left behind and pull together—

"Huh?"

A familiar voice sounded from the doorway.

Qi Chanyang's vision went dark.

He opened his eyes.

Jie Fangcheng, the strange player in whom he'd placed such high hopes, was standing in the doorway, standing on tiptoe to peer inside.

When their eyes met, Jie Fangcheng looked surprised. "It's only been a few minutes. How are you already dying?"

Fuck!!!

Qi Chanyang immediately vomited another huge mouthful of blood.

Liu Hanyue slowly turned her head, her eyes fixed on the person behind her.

Qi Chanyang stretched out a trembling hand and grabbed the NPC before him.

"Run..."

His voice was weak.

Liu Hanyue sneered. "No one is getting away!!"

With that, she thrust out a hand. Her sharp nails gleamed coldly—

"Bang"!!!!

After a deafening crash, Liu Hanyue flew into the wall like a baseball hit by a bat.

Qi Chanyang hadn't even reacted yet. Liu Hanyue was still gripping him in her right hand, so he followed her with a smaller "bang" into the wall.

The impact made Qi Chanyang cough up another mouthful of blood, and he fell to the floor.

Stars danced before his eyes as he lay there in a daze, watching the scene unfold.

After Jie Fangcheng swung that blow, the rod bent slightly.

Only then did Qi Chanyang notice that the rod seemed to be made by twisting together six thinner iron bars.

Whoever had made it was quite skilled. It even seemed polished, the entire rod looking like one solid piece.

It had bent from that swing, so Jie Fangcheng reached out.

The solid rod behaved as obediently as a rope in his hands. He easily bent it straight again.

"Aaaaaah!!!!" Liu Hanyue screamed and pounced again.

Jie Fangcheng was delighted. This one isn't running!

He raised the rod and swung it at her again.

Another enormous "bang."

Qi Chanyang now understood why he could occasionally feel the building shake.

With that blow, Liu Hanyue really did fly like a baseball, smashing straight into the wall and bringing the whole wall crashing down.

Even the dumbest NPC knew there was no way she could win. The one with the rod was terrifying!

After crashing into the next room, Liu Hanyue burst through its door and vanished at a speed even faster than Qi Chanyang's.

Jie Fangcheng hesitated for a moment, then went to Qi Chanyang first.

Qi Chanyang looked at him, tears nearly spilling from his eyes.

I'm saved!! Who wants to die when they can live?!

Jie Fangcheng crouched down and first examined his injuries. "Well, I'm not in this line of work, but you're obviously beyond saving. Go in peace, okay? Don't worry. Once you get down there, give them my name. I've got connections."

With that, Jie Fangcheng covered his eyes with a hand, like he was tending to someone who had died with their eyes open.

But when he removed his hand, Qi Chanyang was still staring straight at him. His lips moved, as though he were trying to say something.

Jie Fangcheng bent down. "What did you say?"

Qi Chanyang's weak voice came through. "Room No. 9..."

Jie Fangcheng immediately got it. "Oh, there's something in Room No. 9, right?"

Qi Chanyang nodded, looking at him hopefully.

Jie Fangcheng put his hand over his eyes again, as if humoring a child.

"All right, I get it. Once I've sent you off, I'll go to the room. Rest easy."

When he removed his hand again, Qi Chanyang was still looking at him... No, he seemed to be glaring at him, his eyes filled with swear words.

Jie Fangcheng frowned and bent down again. "Any last words?"

Qi Chanyang's lips trembled. "I need... medicine..."

"What do you want?" Jie Fangcheng asked.

"Medicine..."

"?? What?"

"Medicine!"

Jie Fangcheng said helplessly, "This isn't the time to rap, is it?"

With a "pfft," Qi Chanyang vomited another mouthful of blood.

Seeing the expression on his face, like he was about to be pissed to death, Jie Fangcheng finally understood. "Oh!! There's medicine in Room No. 9? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Qi Chanyang closed his eyes. He didn't want to look at him even once more. He felt that half his injuries came from being beaten, and the other half from being angered.

"Hang in there." With that, Jie Fangcheng hurried into Room No. 9.

There was, quite obviously, a handbag on the bed by the door.

When Qi Chanyang had thrown the things in there, he'd even considered Ge Juan, who had to keep cleaning the floors.

Jie Fangcheng grabbed the bag and ran back toward the clinic, muttering to himself as he went.

This guy looks so big and burly, but he's got quite the girly side!

The bag is pink!

When he reached Qi Chanyang, Jie Fangcheng took out the items. "Which one is it? Hey??"

Qi Chanyang had held on that long only through sheer willpower. By then, he had long since passed out.

He vaguely felt a few slaps on his face, but his eyelids were heavy, and it seemed someone was muttering beside him.

"...How am I supposed to give him medicine while he's unconscious? Is there a funnel or something...?"

But at last, a familiar potion brimming with vitality was poured into his mouth.

Potions made by the system worked miracles.

Qi Chanyang's feet sprouted like seedlings. Twisting buds of flesh formed new feet.

His blinded eye gradually healed as well, and the hole in his chest was plugged by newly grown flesh.

Qi Chanyang slowly opened his eyes.

Before him, Jie Fangcheng held a bottle in one hand and a syringe in the other, staring at him as though he were some magical creature.

When he woke, the man even smiled.

"Hi~"

Qi Chanyang looked at him and roared, completely earnest and heartfelt, "Fuck you!!!!"