I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 313 What the hell is this disease? (46)

A thousand mana may seem like a lot, but if you invest it in marketing and promotion, you won't even make a ripple.

The promotions it purchases can only stay on small ad slots for one day, after which they will automatically disappear.

In one day, it only attracted a few hundred users.

The author's name being "anonymous" is not a good sign, because behind the anonymity could be a big shot or a small-time dream weaver who is too bad to reveal their real name.

However, because "The Haunted Hospital" is inexpensive—compared to other dreams that cost tens or hundreds of dollars, this dream only costs 24 dollars and allows for a 24-hour refund—it's clear that the creators are very confident in their dream.

Because of these two factors, the user conversion rate is relatively high. Most users who enter the dream page choose to purchase and prepare to play. If they are not satisfied, they can get a refund within 24 hours.

In Fukuzawa City, nurse Li Cheng had this idea.

In the break room, Li Cheng chewed gum. The calming ingredients were all gone, but her desire to kill her boss still hadn't subsided.

What an idiot boss!

Stupid colleague!

Stupid doctor!

Back then, I was young and ignorant. I heard that nursing was a good job, so I went to become a nurse. After graduating from junior college, I went to Fuze Rehabilitation Hospital and worked there for five years.

Over the past five years, she has watched her colleagues rise through the ranks, from nurses to head nurses, some of whom have become department head nurses, and some have even been transferred to subordinate hospitals as directors.

But she was still a nurse.

The reason for this is that she doesn't work enough overtime.

The system in rehabilitation hospitals is quite unique. Patients who come here need to receive meticulous care, which is relatively easy to achieve.

However, some patients need genuine care and encouragement from medical staff so that they can gain the motivation to live, recover sooner, and contribute a large sum of money to the hospital.

In order to make patients feel genuinely cared for, rehabilitation hospitals can only achieve satisfactory treatment rates by exploiting their staff, keeping nurses and doctors constantly smiling.

After mentally cursing everyone, Li Cheng picked up her phone, resisting the urge to chew another piece of gum, and continued reading the description of "The Haunted Hospital".

"A dreamlike masterpiece of a simulated hospital, another masterpiece by an anonymous author."

"From hospital construction to staff training, from patient care to end-of-life care, everything is available here."

"Whether it becomes a top-tier hospital or a dead city is entirely up to you."

After reading the description, Li Cheng felt like laughing.

These dreams nowadays are truly shameless.

These claims sound amazing, but once you go in, it might just be a dream where you're thrown around pills.

For a 24-yuan mini-dreamscape, it's already quite an achievement if you can use the free materials without feeling out of place.

If the character model is used well, she doesn't mind giving it a good review.

If it had more gameplay and a better storyline, then this dream would be a masterpiece in her eyes, the kind she could recommend to others in the future.

"24-hour unconditional refund, but only once. Okay, I'll buy it and see what kind of dream you are." Just as Li Cheng finished paying and was about to immerse herself in it, she heard the head nurse shouting outside the break room, "Where have you all been? The call bell has been ringing for so long! Get back to work after your break, don't you want your wages?!"

Spitting the chewing gum aside, Li Cheng left the break room grumbling and began her work.

The moment she stepped out of the lounge, the expression on her face instantly changed from a worried look to a warm and cheerful one.

Her lips involuntarily parted into a smile, her eyes were filled with laughter, and her bent back straightened, making her look healthy and radiant.

My steps have become much longer, and all the gloom in my heart has disappeared, leaving only loyalty and desire for my work.

The director of the rehabilitation hospital is the temple keeper of the God of Bliss. When the hospital was built, the statue of the God of Bliss was placed here, making the entire hospital a temple of the God of Bliss.

Every month, he would spend a lot of money to invite the blessing of the God of Bliss, which would fill all the staff within the temple with passion and energy, enabling them to receive patients with the best attitude and provide them with the best service.

Then they make a killing off the patients!

The smiles here are also part of the service. Patients who come here for rehabilitation receive care from doctors and nurses at all times. This meticulous care makes them feel extremely comfortable and achieves the best rehabilitation efficiency.

However, this method also has its drawbacks.

The feelings at this moment are not those of the doctor or nurse themselves, but rather those of someone who has been exploited.

It did not come into existence out of thin air, but was "borrowed" from later.

Each medical worker has an indicator on their arm. When the indicator starts to vibrate, the medical worker needs to go to the rest room to rest and pay the emotional price for their previous actions.

The rest room is the only area without the blessing of the God of Bliss. Only here can medical staff be free from the interference of the God of Bliss and show their true selves.

There's mood-enhancing gum everywhere here. It contains one-thousandth of an ice crystal, and taking it can relieve depression and pain, allowing people to calm down temporarily.

The interior walls were thoughtfully padded, and all sharp objects had to be handed over before entering to prevent medical staff from suffering so much pain that they committed suicide.

After working outside for ten hours straight, Li Cheng felt his indicator start to vibrate, and his heart skipped a beat.

She didn't want to go into the lounge.

Once inside, the emotions she had previously borrowed would be taken away, and she would then have to pay the price with pain and depression, making each instance extremely painful.

However, not going in is not an option either. A colleague once feared going in and facing reality, so he secretly destroyed the indicator. When he was discovered, he was completely destroyed; his soul was burned and he could only be sent to reincarnation.

The thought of still having student loans to pay off, and knowing that if she didn't pay them off now, she would have to pay them off in her next life, made Li Cheng sigh, and then she walked towards the lounge.

As soon as she entered, a wave of exhaustion washed over her like an avalanche, causing her to hunch over and sit weakly in a chair.

After resting for a long time, she heard a low sobbing sound coming from the corner of the lounge.

Looking in the direction of the sound, she saw a nurse huddled in a corner holding her phone, her shoulders twitching uncontrollably.

Upon recognizing her friend Zhao Ting, Li Cheng sighed and stepped forward to comfort her, "What's wrong? Did the payment reminder text message arrive early this month? Wait! Why are you holding my phone! What did you see!"

"Nothing! Pfft, this person's illness is hilarious! It's butt syndrome, his face has turned into a butt!"

(End of this chapter)