Zhao Gang and the other candidates stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a single word.

They looked at Hong Yuan, then at the "cured" patient, and then at the nurse next to them with a "we already told you" expression. A huge sense of absurdity and powerlessness swept over them.

This isn't just favoritism, this is the rule itself wagging its tail at Hong Yuan!

"Did you see clearly?" The nurse coldly swept her gaze over the stunned Zhao Gang and the others. "How could you possibly fathom the 'Simplicity is the Ultimate Soothing Technique' of the Divine Physician Hongyuan? Now, do you still have any questions?"

Zhao Gang's lips trembled, his face turning from red to white, then from white to green. He looked at Hong Yuan's equally bewildered face, then at the glaring nurses and the unfriendly eyes of the "recovered" patients, and finally, a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He understood that reasoning with Hong Yuan or talking about fairness here was futile. The rules, or rather, the entity that manipulates the rules, were clearly on Hong Yuan's side. Further questioning would only lead to their demise.

"...No, no more questions." Zhao Gang squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant. He staggered back two steps and lowered his head in dejection.

The other candidates exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with fear and despair. They dared not look at Hong Yuan any longer, silently dispersing and returning to their respective death-threatening wards to continue their desperate "treatments."

In the monitoring room, the members of the Seventh Sequence fell into a long silence.

After a long while, Bai Jin finally murmured, "I...I fucking...how do you explain this?"

Shadow rubbed his temples: "Unexplainable. This goes beyond all known copy logic."

Iron Fist stared blankly: "Sister Red Kite... could she really be a hidden medical genius? How come we never discovered her before?"

Lin Chen looked at the nurses and patients on the screen, whose explanations were forced and riddled with loopholes, then glanced at Shi Mo, who looked completely innocent (?), pushed up his glasses, and said in a deep voice, "The only explanation is that some kind of force we cannot understand is forcibly distorting the rules of the instance, favoring Hong Yuan. And this force..."

His gaze, like everyone else's, involuntarily drifted towards Shi Mo once again.

Bai Xu took a deep breath, walked up to Shi Mo, and this time he didn't lower his voice but asked directly, "Shi Mo, what exactly happened? You know the reason, right?"

Shi Mo was watching with great interest as the nurses and patients on the screen racked their brains to come up with excuses, finding it quite amusing. Hearing Bai Xu's question, he turned his head, his heterochromatic pupils still calm, with just the right amount of doubt: "Reason? What reason? Hong Yuan's medical skills are excellent, isn't that obvious?" He pointed to the patient on the screen who was kowtowing to Hong Yuan's "longevity tablet," "You see, even the patient acknowledges it."

Bai Xu was so angry at his feigned ignorance that he almost choked: "You! Shi Mo! We all saw it! That wasn't medical skill at all!"

"Oh?" Shi Mo raised an eyebrow. "Then what do you think it is? It can't be that I made her so 'powerful,' can it?" He shrugged, looking completely innocent. "I'm just an ordinary candidate with slightly higher attributes. I don't have the ability to influence the rules of an A-level dungeon."

Seeing his expression, Bai Xu hardened his fist.

He was 100% certain that Shi Mo was behind it, but the guy refused to admit it, and they had no evidence whatsoever! This feeling of knowing the truth but being unable to expose it was incredibly frustrating!

"...Fine, very well." Bai Xu stared at Shi Mo, practically spitting out the words through gritted teeth, "You'd better pray I don't find any evidence."

Upon hearing this, Shi Mo not only remained calm but also took a step forward, lowered his head slightly, and approached Bai Xu, staring at him with his eerie heterochromatic eyes. His voice carried a lazy smile: "Found the evidence... and then what? Captain, what do you intend to do to me?"

His sudden approach, along with the subtle ambiguity and provocation in his words, instantly reminded Bai Xu of the scene where he had been hugged around the waist before, and his ears began to burn uncontrollably again.

He abruptly took a step back, creating distance, and glared at Shi Mo with a fierce but weak expression: "You...you stay away from me!"

Seeing their captain suffer another defeat in front of Shi Mo, Bai Jin and the others wanted to laugh but dared not, and could only desperately hold it in, their shoulders trembling slightly.

In the dungeon, although Hong Yuan was still confused about the situation, she made her way through with her incredible "luck" or rather, "medical skills". The patients she encountered were all more "understanding" and the treatment process was more and more "simple and efficient", earning her more and more five-star reviews.

This stands in stark contrast to the dire straits and rising death rates faced by other candidates.

This blatant and undisguised double standard not only made the candidates inside the instance feel desperate and absurd, but also made the people of the Seventh Sequence outside the monitoring room feel extremely complicated.

They were relieved that Hong Yuan was safe and sound, but at the same time, they felt a deeper sense of apprehension and curiosity about the root cause of all this—Shi Mo, who remained calm and pretended to be clueless.

How did this man manage to do all this? Who exactly is he?

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