A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

No sooner had she finished speaking than the sound of high heels clicking came from outside the door.

A nurse carrying a tray stood at the door, her face as stern as a block of iron.

"Bed 304, why aren't you taking your medicine?" The nurse's pupils began to dilate, and the whites of her eyes filled her entire eye sockets.

A violation, a harbinger of something eerie.

Old Wu was so frightened that he crawled under the bed.

The nurse's fingernails grew at a visible speed, gleaming with a bluish-black sheen, as she stepped into the ward. The temperature in the ward plummeted, and water droplets began to seep from the walls.

Zhou Lang didn't back down. He walked towards the nurse, his right hand behind his back.

Just as the nurse screamed and lunged at him, Zhou Lang suddenly raised the fire extinguisher, pulled out the safety pin, and shoved the nozzle directly into the nurse's open mouth.

Press down the handle.

High-pressure dry powder is sprayed out instantly.

White powder filled the nurse's mouth and nasal cavity, and even sprayed out from the gaps in her eye sockets. The nurse's scream turned into a muffled whimper, and her whole body was pushed backward by the huge recoil, and she sat down on the ground with a thud.

Taking advantage of the nurse's obstructed vision and momentary paralysis, Zhou Lang split open a gash in his left palm, and a yellowish bandage shot out like a venomous snake, wrapping around the nurse's neck three times around the metal frame of the hospital bed and tying a tight knot.

A series of moves, executed with fluid grace.

The nurse was strapped to the bed frame, her head and face covered in white powder, looking like a cheap plaster statue, only able to make meaningless hoarse sounds.

A notification sounded in my mind:

[Surprisely frighten a novice vengeful spirit, causing 30% psychological trauma and gaining +50 Yin energy points]

Zhou Lang placed the fire extinguisher on the ground and patted the lime off his hands.

"That's called physical sedation." He kicked Old Wu under the bed. "Come out, you're safe now."

Old Wu crawled out, looked at the nurse who was bound hand and foot, and swallowed hard. This intern doctor was more like a living devil than a monster.

At this moment, Han Yingying walked in from outside, holding a walkie-talkie in her hand.

"Something's happened on the top floor." She spoke quickly. "Young Master Li is on a hunger strike in the VIP ward and smashed the head nurse who was delivering meals. Now all the medical staff on the top floor are going berserk. Taishan is holding the line over there, but he's about to break down."

Zhou Lang glanced at the clock on the wall. 21:45.

There are fifteen minutes left until curfew.

"Let's go to the top floor." Zhou Lang pulled out the scissors from his waist. "If we're too late, that fat sheep will be gone."

Young Master Li is the son of an investor; such a person is definitely a key NPC and ATM in the game. We can't let him die too soon.

The two rushed towards the stairwell. Never take the elevator; that's common sense in horror games.

As soon as I pushed open the fire door on the top floor, a strong smell of blood hit me.

The corridor was a mess. Taishan was covered in blood, his rubber baton broken in two, and he was being cornered by three doctors in white coats. The doctors' necks were twisted grotesquely, and they held scalpels in their hands.

The door to the VIP ward was wide open, and Li Shao's screams could be heard coming from inside.

Zhou Lang ignored Taishan and rushed into the ward.

The head nurse was lying on top of Li Shao, holding a thick syringe in her hand, which she aimed at Li Shao's eyeball.

"The dean said that you are in excellent physical condition and are very suitable to be the final piece of the puzzle for the special drug." The head nurse's voice was no longer dry and thin, but full of enthusiasm.

Zhou Lang closed the door behind him and locked it.

He took an oil lamp out of his pocket and lit it.

The eerie green light instantly illuminated the ward. The head nurse paused for a moment, turning her stitched-up face to stare at Zhou Lang.

"Intern? Who gave you permission to come to the rooftop?"

Zhou Lang didn't answer. The bandage ghost inside him was fully awakened, and a large amount of yellow bandages poured out from his cuffs and collar, quickly wrapping around his right arm.

"Let me see if this medicine is guaranteed to be effective." Zhou Lang swung his right fist, which was wrapped in bandages like an iron hammer, and smashed it directly at the head nurse's face.

10 o'clock sharp.

The clock struck a dull thud. The corridor lights went out instantly, replaced by a pale green glow from the emergency signs.

Rule 2 is in effect. Curfew begins.

Zhou Lang's punch landed squarely on the head nurse's face. The resentment attached to the bandage collided with the yin energy within the head nurse's body, producing a piercing corrosive sound.

The head nurse was thrown into the air, crashing into the glass coffee table in the ward and shattering it.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Shao rolled off the hospital bed and scrambled behind Zhou Lang, his crotch soaked.

"You've broken the rules." The head nurse crawled out of the pile of broken glass, twisting her broken neck with a cracking sound. Her body began to swell, her white uniform tearing to reveal bluish-black skin covered with compound eyes.

Being outside the designated area during curfew will result in certain death. The head nurse's combat power skyrocketed, leaping directly from a novice vengeful spirit to a mid-level evil spirit.

The ward door was being violently pounded on by the doctors outside, and the wooden door was on the verge of collapse.

Zhou Lang glanced at the oil lamp in his hand. The flame flickered violently in the cold wind.

"Zhou Lang, the intern, I am now, in the name of the head nurse, sentencing you to death." The head nurse opened her mouth, which was full of fangs.

Zhou Lang placed the oil lamp on the bedside table and stretched his neck.

"Coincidentally, I hate it when people tell me what to do."

He clasped his hands together, and the bandaged ghost inside him left his body. A humanoid monster, covered in yellowish bandages and emitting a foul stench, appeared in the center of the ward.

The bandaged ghost had no facial features, only a pair of empty eye sockets. It raised its hand, and countless bandages shot out like tentacles towards the head nurse, binding her tightly.

The head nurse struggled frantically, her sharp fingernails severing several bandages, but more bandages kept pouring in.

Zhou Lang walked up to the head nurse and took out the rusty chainsaw from the inventory.

Pull the engine. The motor roared deafeningly, the saw blade spun at high speed, and a gust of foul wind followed.

He pressed the chainsaw against the head nurse's shoulder and cut open a gash, from which black blood gushed out.

"What's the formula for the miracle drug? Where's the old director?" Zhou Lang shouted, his voice drowning out the noise of the chainsaw.

The head nurse's face contorted in pain, but she remained defiant: "You little worm... the great vice-president will chop you into pieces..."

"Not going to talk?" Zhou Lang pressed the chainsaw down further. "Then I'll slice you up and see if your brain is full of mush."

Just as the chainsaw was about to sever the head nurse's collarbone, the entire hospital building suddenly shook violently.

It wasn't an earthquake.

It was an extremely pure, spine-chilling sense of oppression that surged upwards from the depths of the earth.

The temperature in the ward plummeted to freezing. A layer of frost formed on the walls.

The head nurse's fanaticism vanished instantly, replaced by extreme fear. Ignoring the chainsaw on her body, she desperately curled up, her voice trembling.

"He's awake... the old man's awake..."

The banging outside the door stopped abruptly. The violent doctors seemed to sense something extremely terrifying, and they all fell silent, leaving only the heavy sound of retreating footsteps in the corridor.

An S-level, eerie pressure.