Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 411 Patient Shangguan He

Chapter 411 Patient Shangguan He
Wu Wang's figure slowly disappeared at the door of the ward.

The light in the eyes of the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled who had long since given up hope for life gradually faded away.

They are like forgotten statues.

They can only be covered in dust in unattended corners, eventually losing all their original charm.

Only the elderly man with late-stage Alzheimer's disease by the window glanced around.

He muttered to himself, "Where did that little brat go again?"

He was clearly referring to the only little kid in the ward.

That's the kid with leukemia who teased Wu Wang and got beaten up.

In the blink of an eye, he was nowhere to be found in the ward.

They've probably run off to play in the hallway again.

The clarity in the old man's eyes was momentarily replaced by turbidity.

This made him scratch his head and ask, "How did I get here? Who are you?"

The patients around him had long been used to his occasional forgetfulness.

No one paid any attention to him.

In the end, only the old man's own voice remained echoing in the ward—

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?"

"Can anyone answer me...?"

"..."

It's as quiet here as a morgue.

The brief liveliness caused by Wu Wang's appearance just now seemed to be just an illusion.

In fact, no one believed he could help them get out of this predicament.

Because this clinic had long been Shangguan He's domain.

Here, no one can disobey him.

Distrusted by no one, Wu Wang left the inpatient department and soon arrived at the office building next door.

Fortunately, he did not encounter any so-called cleaning ghosts along the way.

Unfortunately, he found the office building to be clean and tidy as well.

This proves that the cleaning ghost did not only appear in the inpatient department; it could appear anywhere in the hospital.

"Fourth floor, the first room on the left."

Wu Wang glanced at the elevator that was functioning normally.

In the end, I chose to climb the stairs.

Who knows what kind of malfunctions might occur in the enclosed environment of an elevator.

Even if you've never seen pork, you've at least seen a pig run, right?

This is a classic scene from a horror movie.

But as he whistled and walked into the stairwell, the floor display on the elevator started flashing.

It gradually changed from [1] to [-18].

The once clean and tidy first floor of the office building has become rotten and dilapidated, covered with dust and cobwebs, and there is no sign of it being cleaned or tidied up.

As soon as Wu Wang entered the stairwell, he immediately felt a strange chill.

The red of the surrounding railings resembled flowing, viscous blood, and the same words were pasted on every step of the stairs—

Welcome to the world of happiness!

This chilling sensation was just like when I picked up my medicine at the pharmacy earlier.

Getting close to the ghost nurse's hand will make you feel its icy coldness.

Wu Wang knew perfectly well that the cleaning ghost was lurking nearby.

However, I don't have my second sister's ability to directly perceive the exact location of ghosts and monsters.

He could only shrug helplessly and say:
"Heh, so you're going to cause me trouble no matter where you go in the end, huh?"

He casually twirled the sword "Xiaochuan" in his hand a couple of times.

He walked upstairs without fear.

【1】【2】【3】【1】……

【1】【2】【1】……

However, the imagined scene of the cleaning ghost appearing and getting face-to-face did not occur.

Instead, the floor numbers painted on the wall with red paint were changing strangely.

No matter how far Wu Wang goes upwards.

He seemed to never be able to reach the fourth floor.

The floor numbers will only repeat randomly on the three floors of 1, 2, and 3.

"This thing doesn't want to kill me, it just wants to trap me?"

Wu Wang raised an eyebrow and sighed.

This seems to be one of the reasons why the patients in the inpatient ward are unable to leave.

It's estimated that no matter which way they go, they'll only be able to linger in the inpatient department.

"Then what about going out? Going up from the outside of the building?"

Wu Wang's thinking was never limited to one place.

Since the stairs are blocked, the elevator may be malfunctioning.

Why don't I just climb up the wall from the outside of the building to the fourth floor and climb in?
For a player like Lingzai, whose physical abilities far exceed those of an average person, achieving this is incredibly easy.

But when Wu Wang returned to the floor marked with [1],

When opening the fire escape door.

To their surprise, they discovered that behind the main entrance was another stairwell marked with number [1].

The original hall is completely gone.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that not only are the upper and lower spaces of this stairwell connected by a maze, but even the entrances and exits are linked together.

The stairwell is now a completely enclosed box.

"This seems to be a bit troublesome. Abyss God, give us some help!"

Wu Wang patted the red vertical pupil on his wrist, trying to make the other party strengthen [Vision of Truth] to see through the true location of the passage.

However, its red vertical pupils remained tightly closed.

It was as if there was nothing here that interested Him.

Wu Wang had always been quite averse to this kind of spatial ability, especially after experiencing it in the [Spirit Disaster Joy Show], he found it utterly disgusting.

"Try breaking down the surrounding walls? Or try to find the cleaning ghost lurking in the shadows?"

He gave up communicating with the mark of the Abyss God and instead raised [Laughing River] to try to sense the spirits around him.

However, before Wu Wang could even sense the presence of the spirit.

【Xiaochuan】itself underwent a strange change.

Buzz-buzz-

The purple patterns on the sword flickered in and out of focus.

This is an unprecedented phenomenon.

For a moment, Wu Wang was a little confused.

"Hmm? Wait a minute... you mean go down?"

Suddenly, Wu Wang realized the key to the intermittent brightness of [Xiao Chuan].

The sword tip brightens when it's pointed downstairs.

The stairs leading upstairs suddenly darkened.

"By the way, the eldest sister is very likely the spokesperson for [Supreme Joy], so she should have special privileges in this instance."

The spokesperson is not someone like myself, a half-baked figure as the "Saint of Desire".

Having witnessed the Tarot Society's president, the witch, wield the law of "Order," Wu Wang understood that the spokesperson, in a sense, also inherited some of the Venerable One's authority.

Of course, all he knew was the authority to apply the rules.

As for whether there will be any further bonuses.

That's something Wu Wang can't know at this stage.

At least, judging from the current situation, if a representative is in their own Venerable's instance, they will definitely have some kind of privilege, since the representatives of the laws here can also be mobilized.

The eldest sister is still in a state of spiritual slumber.

The [Xiaochuan] she possessed could only perform actions that were partly instinctive.

So, what would attract a spokesperson?
The answer is the corresponding Law of the Venerable One.

In other words, in Xiaochuan's view, the aura of the law of Zhile would become even more intense if they went downstairs.

With the sword in front of him, Wu Wang walked down to floor [1].

After coming down, the floor number on the wall showed the number [2].

The sword tip still pointed downwards, and Wu Wang lifted his leg and continued forward.

This time, the number returned to [1].

It seems to be no different from the previous situation where I was trapped in a maze.

But Wu Wang had a strange premonition in his heart—

I made the right choice.

The chill in the air seemed even more intense, clearly because the hidden cleaning ghost was angry about Wu Wang's fate.

The more he resists, the more it proves that he is on the right path!
Wu Wang then acted without any hesitation.

Following Xiaochuan's instructions, the train sometimes went up continuously, and sometimes went down and then up again.

After climbing about 18 floors in total, back and forth.

He finally saw the different numbers—

【4】.

I also saw the fire escape door corresponding to floor number 4.

He was leaning against a dark figure holding a broom. This must be the culprit that caused him to get lost in the maze just now.

To be honest, when you're in a stairwell, you only have the option to go up or down.

It seems like a 50/50 choice.

The probability of guessing correctly 18 times in a row is almost impossible.

If it weren't for Xiaochuan's guidance...

Wu Wang didn't know how much more effort he would have to put in downstairs, or perhaps he would have to find another way to get out.

"You promised me..."

"As long as I stay here, my wife can live happily ever after on the island."

"You promised me..."

The cleaning staff kept repeating the same two sentences.

Clearly, his consciousness should have dissipated on the day he died.

Only a lingering obsession remains, imprinted deep within the soul.

Wu Wang stepped forward without changing his expression.

With a single swipe, [Xiaochuan] thoroughly chilled the cleaning ghost to the bone.

The opponent did not dodge, and the ghost's spirit was continuously devoured by the sword, becoming transparent.

A photograph fell from his arms to the ground.

Wu bent down and picked up the photo.

Inside is a photo of a man and a woman—the man's features are blurry and unclear, while the woman has delicate features and is smiling radiantly.

You can tell from the photo that they are a very loving couple.

The only drawback was that the woman was wearing a hospital gown, and her face looked somewhat weak with a slightly sad expression.

Of course, what's important now is that Wu Wang, the woman, has met her.

Among the islanders who initially welcomed the newcomers.

Inside the group of islanders dancing joyfully around the campfire.

The woman's figure is always present, and her smile remains unchanged, just like in the photograph.

The only difference was that the hospital gown had been replaced with a Heaton robe.

Her pale and weak complexion became rosy and radiant.

Clearly, she is now completely cured.

She was probably one of the patients mentioned by the group of patients in the inpatient ward who recovered and were discharged on the day Shangguan He completely changed the hospital.

But... does she really still remember her husband who was still thinking of her until his death?
The islanders dancing around the bonfire had such happy expressions on their faces.

They felt no sadness or pain.

Wu Wang still remembers the heartfelt happiness he felt when he met Liu Qiang and Liu Yanfang.

And when they create those tangible embodiments of happiness, every object representing past memories is burned to ashes.

For this woman, memories of her husband are also included in the painful memories of her illness and hospitalization.

In her happiness, she couldn't remember any painful memories.

Is the price of happiness the forgetting of all memories, including pain?

Wu Wang sighed.

He pulled a lighter out of his pocket.

He lit the group photo in his hand and then placed it at the ghost's feet.

She said softly, "Go in peace. Whether the other side is a paradise of happiness or a hell of suffering, you should go there."

He wasn't some saint, and he didn't intend to save everyone.

Not to mention those who have long since died and become ghosts.

All Wu Wang could do was perform a physical ritual to send him to the afterlife.

At least, I no longer have to wallow in painful obsessions.

Perhaps it understood what Wu Wang said, or perhaps its spirit had been almost completely devoured by [Xiao Chuan].

The ghostly figure stopped struggling and silently leaned against the wall, vanishing into nothingness.

Only a single, crystal-clear tear fell to the ground.

Push open the door on the [4]th floor.

Wu Wang finally arrived at the floor that might contain the answers to all his questions.

However, he did not open Jiang Sze's office directly.

Instead, he stood outside Shangguan He's office.

Because the [Xiaochuan] in his hand was pointing at this office, emitting a faint purple glow.

The atmosphere of supreme bliss here far surpasses that of Jiang Szeze's former office.

boom--

Without any hesitation, Wu Wang kicked open the door.

In this messy office, he actually saw a figure crouching in the corner.

The other person seemed to have been in this closed office for a long time, and the sudden opening of the door and the direct sunlight made them curl up and tremble even more violently.

"It hurts...it hurts...close it! Close it now!"

Upon hearing this voice, Wu Wang's expression became even stranger.

He casually closed the office door and turned on the lights in the room.

The figure then calmed down a little.

He raised his head, panting heavily, and looked at Wu Wang, asking, "Excuse me, are you... a patient who came to me for treatment?"

Under the office lights, the thin figure in the white lab coat slowly sat down in the chair, his face as pale as a corpse. His name tag clearly stated—

Shangguan He, Associate Chief Physician

That's right! There's actually a Shangguan He here!

He looked at himself with a face full of doubt and confusion, as if he didn't recognize himself at all.

Clearly, the memories of these two Shangguan Hes do not seem to be shared.

Or...

"Interesting. Which of you was created?" Wu Wang's tone became intrigued. "Or rather, which is the painful memory?"

No wonder the cleaning staff, besides cleaning the inpatient ward where patients are trapped, also come to clean the office building next door.

So there's someone here who needs to be trapped and can't leave.

Just as I thought!
Shangguan He is more than just a doctor.

He was also a patient!
However, the outcome was different from that of other patients who were cured.

It seems that Shangguan He was not directly cured by the law of [Supreme Bliss], but instead became himself in two states: one of recovery and one of illness.

"What do you mean? What creation? What suffering?"

Shangguan He No. 2, or rather, patient Shangguan He, frowned, somewhat puzzled.

He subconsciously rubbed his forehead and said, "I haven't been feeling very well lately. If you don't mind, you can tell me about your symptoms. If you feel it's bothering you, then you can go see Dr. Jiang next door."

Not feeling well?
Wu Wang raised an eyebrow and surveyed his surroundings.

Looks like there's no need to guess anymore.

The person in front of me has painful memories, and his memories are stuck at least six to three years ago, between the time his personality changed drastically and the time that caused the strange changes in the hospital.

He didn't even know that Jiang Sze had been euthanized.

Snapped--

Wu Wang bent down to pick up the overturned chair, then sat down abruptly at the desk, facing the patient Shangguan He.

He grinned and said, "I suffer from a very serious mental illness. Yesterday, an unscrupulous doctor even planned to perform brain surgery on me without my consent."

"But now, compared to my heartache..."

"I'm actually more curious about your situation."

"Would it be convenient for me to profile you?"

Upon hearing this, the patient, Shangguan He, was taken aback.

Over the years, countless people have sought his medical treatment since he arrived on the island.

This is the first time someone has come in without discussing their illness.

Instead, what kind of profiling should be done?

He subconsciously frowned and said with disgust, "Please don't waste my time. If you're not sick, then just get discharged as soon as possible. Turn right when you leave, and don't bother seeing me out."

But the next second, Wu Wang said to himself:
"Don't rush, let's talk about why you vandalized your office like this first."

"Let me guess, did you learn something that was enough to break down your psychological defenses, which is why you couldn't help but vent your emotions?"

The patient, Shangguan He, was taken aback.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How did he know that he was the one who smashed up the office?
Or……

How much did he know about the changes that had happened to him?

Was this person sent by Jiang Sze or the dean to talk to me?

Countless thoughts raced through my mind.

Finally, the patient, Shangguan He, sighed and said:

"Tell me, what do you intend to do with me?"

"Are you planning to fire me? Or will you keep me on the island as research material? Will you be the surgeon?"

Wu Wang: “?”

No, buddy! Do I look like some inhuman, crazy, psychopathic doctor?

So what if I smashed up an office?