After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

Xiao Zhao's mushroom hot pot was indeed undercooked.

Tang Li stood downstairs at the outpatient building, holding hands with a female ghost bleeding from all seven orifices, feeling somewhat desolate.

Yes, she trusted people too easily and ate the mushroom hotpot that Xiao Zhao cooked.

Yes, she was a little afraid of food poisoning, but Xiao Zhao assured her that if she did have hallucinations, he would take her to the hospital immediately.

But no, it shouldn't be like that. Tang Li had only taken her second bite when the dilapidated ceiling and peeling paint in Xiao Zhao's old, run-down rental apartment started to spin.

She spun and spun, the rooftop flew off, and when she looked up again, she was in a wide-open outdoor space. The enormous white building in front of her was clearly a hospital, and the person she was holding hands with...

Tang Li cautiously shifted her gaze, only to meet a pair of tearful eyes streaming down her face.

Tang Li turned her face away expressionlessly.

The female ghost was around 163 cm tall and weighed about 55 kg. She had waist-length hair, a delicate fringe that made her face look small, and wore only a familiar, thin white nightgown, which seemed to have been worn in a panic when she left home. Her behavior was intimate, her hands were cold, and her expression was guilty.

—This is obviously Xiao Zhao!

"I...I'm sorry..." the female ghost stammered.

Tang Li sighed painfully, her heart softening, and she didn't let go of Xiao Zhao's hand.

"I forgive you," Tang Li said. "Take me to register."

She gazed at the building before her—its pristine white facade and gleaming windows—it looked no different from any other modern hospital building, except for the signage.

Large red characters are painted on the building: Ghostly Private Hospital.

The white background and red lettering were particularly glaring. In a daze, Tang Li seemed to see the red paint winding down like blood.

Tang Li: ...

She was also at fault. What was she thinking? Why watch a horror movie while eating hot pot!

Meanwhile, out of Tang Li's sight, her eerie livestream room number 1414174 quietly opened.

The chat was flooded with comments: "Hahaha, he got caught by the female ghost as soon as he entered the dungeon, I bet the streamer will be the first to die~" "Is the streamer scared out of his wits? Why is he still spacing out?" "Streamer, streamer, did you not turn on [self-visible comments]? Can't you see us?" "Let's go, let's go, he's definitely dead, it's no fun for this kind of stupid newbie to die"...

The number of viewers in the live stream dropped rapidly.

Xiao Mei is a female ghost on probation at a newly hired ghost story private hospital.

Her new workplace persona is that of a hardworking, diligent, and ambitious young woman who is always striving for success.

A new batch of players was deployed at the hospital entrance. Ignoring the bewildered and terrified newcomers and the solemn-faced veterans, Xiao Mei precisely locked onto a lone figure in the distance.

She silently teleported to the person's side, her white silk sleeves swaying gently. Xiao Mei reached out and grasped the person's hand, revealing the most terrifying expression of blood flowing from all seven orifices, ready to receive the most melodious scream from humanity.

The humans remained silent, and Xiao Mei felt a little awkward.

The man turned and glanced at her expressionlessly, his face calm and even a little speechless.

She seemed a little disappointed in me.

Xiao Mei realized this in a panic. What was she disappointed about? Was she disappointed that I wasn't scary enough?

"Tales of Private Hospitals (49)"

Receptionist Mary: Ahhhhh, what is Xiaomei doing? Didn't she see the group notification?

HR Sister Liu: Oh no, the intern wasn't added to the group chat.

HR Sister Liu has invited Xiaomei to join this group.

HR Sister Liu: @Xiaomei, look at the pinned post in the group chat!

"Buzz—"

Xiao Mei heard a buzzing sound that only she could hear.

This is a warning sound from a superstitious organization.

Guixin, a bizarre real-time brain communication tool.

Xiao Mei was pulled into a large group chat about a private hospital full of bizarre stories, and at that moment, a message flashed in her mind.

Group pinned post: Urgent Notice:

Dear colleagues, this week a member of management (a mysterious boss who's a nightmare to mess with) will be making an unannounced inspection of the hospital as a regular patient to provide guidance. Please note:

1. Please continue to provide standardized services, diligently perform your duties, and conscientiously avoid harming others.

2. The visiting leader has the appearance of a person in their twenties, with good looks and temperament, wearing black clothes, a steady personality, and a name containing a character pronounced (lí).

3. Internal reminder: Strict confidentiality required; do not disseminate or discuss.

Xiao Mei read the emergency notice in a daze, her eyes blurry with bloodshot vision as she looked at the people around her.

A twenty-year-old human, with a beautiful face, wearing a black denim jacket, and a calm and composed expression.

And there was that disappointed look in her eyes regarding her terribly clumsy skills.

What should I do if I offend the supervisor on my first day of internship?

Xiao Mei burst into tears, truly feeling sorry for herself: "I'm...I'm so sorry..."

The leader sighed and grasped her hand in return.

Xiao Mei swore she had never met a leader with such a broad mind.

"I forgive you," a gentle voice, like heavenly music, said. "Take me to register."

Tang Li swore she had never seen a hospital with such attentive service.

"My name is Tang Li. Please help me register for the emergency internal medicine department." She took out her medical insurance card and handed it to the receptionist.

The receptionist murmured her name, her hands trembling slightly as she took her medical insurance card. As she handed it back, she stood up, bowed deeply, and exclaimed with overwhelming confidence, "Welcome to our hospital!"

It also included a five-minute explanation of hospital culture, a medical brochure, and a handful of candy freshly pulled from a drawer.

Xiao Zhao went to arrange hospitalization, while Tang Li went to the 6th floor for treatment by herself.

She followed the signs to find the elevator.

Before she found it, a bullying incident had already taken place next to the elevator.

Rule 4: The elevator must carry a weight of at least 100kg at a time. If the weight is less than 100kg, please do not ride the elevator.

Having participated in three horror games, the blond-haired man lazily read from the medical brochure in his hand.

The comments section exploded: "These rules look pretty realistic! Go for it, blondie! Take a gamble, you'll get straight into the elevator!" "Isn't there a scapegoat he's prepared, the 'meat pig'?" "What's a meat pig?" "It's a newbie that veteran players force to try out the rules." "This meat pig is a bit skinny, haha."...

"Please don't be impatient, everyone," the blond-haired man said with a smile, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect. "Please be merciful and let me off the hook. There's no need for me to test the rules as soon as I enter the instance."

The skinny guy next to him smiled ingratiatingly: "Whether this rule is true or not is easy to verify. You wait here, bro. I'll go move over a hundred kilograms of stuff into the elevator and see if there are any problems."

But the blond-haired man wouldn't let us through.

"It's not that complicated," he said, a malicious smirk playing on one corner of his mouth. "Dude, if the audience wants something exciting, why don't you just try the elevator yourself?"

The skinny man's smile froze on his face: "Brother... I... I'll go move some things, I'll be quick, quick..."

The blond-haired man shoved him, threateningly grinning menacingly, "I'll tell you to get on top, so get on top!"

The skinny guy was a newcomer to this strange world. He originally wanted to cling to the blond guy and survive the game, but he chose the wrong person.

Compared to helping others clear the game, the blond guy clearly enjoys sending people to their deaths more.

But just then, a calm female voice asked, "What are you doing?"

The skinny guy and the blond guy turned around at the same time; one looked pleading, while the other's eyes lit up.

The chat exploded with comments, and the number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed: "Force her into the elevator!" "I love watching beautiful women die!"

The blond-haired man's mouth twisted into an excited smile: a new scapegoat, the "meat pig," had arrived.