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

Tang Li wanted to watch the hospital's promotional video again.

This is not a difficult request to fulfill, as promotional videos for the bizarre private hospital are already ubiquitous in their world.

Fang Yingjie temporarily put aside his investigation of Dr. Jiang, and after a short while, he moved his computer in front of Tang Li.

The familiar hospital building appeared on the screen, and the progress bar fast-forwarded to the actual surgery footage. Tang Li's memory was correct; the tall male patient was indeed covered from head to toe in clumps of writhing, purplish-black flesh.

Doctors surrounded him, vying to use various tools to isolate the purplish-black flesh, even if it meant removing a part of the patient's body.

"Is Dr. Jiang among these doctors?" Tang Li asked.

The eeriness is contagious; doctors and nurses are fully armed, and their identities can only be identified by the names drawn in blood on their shirts. However, these doctors are often bent over, busy at work, or have most of their bodies out of the camera's view, making it difficult for viewers to see them clearly.

Fang Yingjie remained silent. Another page had already appeared on the computer screen—the hospital's entire doctor database. Images of doctors busily working in the promotional video were continuously captured, a progress bar loaded, and the two began to be rapidly compared.

"They've caught them all in one fell swoop," Fang Yingjie muttered coldly as he looked at the comparison results. "They've brought in almost every doctor they could possibly be involved with, getting involved in this surgery."

The bizarre private hospitals are truly rotten to the core, down to every single branch.

"But Dr. Jiang isn't in there?" Tang Li looked at the doctors' portraits that were being listed in real time on the side of the screen. Familiar names like James, Jerry, and Liu were all listed, but Dr. Jiang's elegant and handsome face was nowhere to be seen.

"Not yet." The seasoned office worker, who had already witnessed the darkness of human nature, frowned and couldn't help but remind him, "Don't let your guard down because of this. In the eyes of the doctors at the Whisper Private Hospital, participating in this surgery is a stepping stone that everyone is scrambling to get involved in."

"Dr. Jiang's medical career had a clear turning point. Before that, he was riding high, but afterwards he was ostracized from the center of power. If this surgery had been performed during the period when Dr. Jiang was ostracized, perhaps it wasn't that he didn't want to participate in the surgery, but that he simply wasn't qualified to participate."

Tang Li realized that Fang Yingjie was right, and she nodded solemnly. The two continued reading.

A doctor cut open the man's abdomen and took out a baby.

The baby was clean, smooth, and fair-skinned, so healthy and so pure. The baby's eyes were closed, and it slept peacefully.

All the doctors were cheering and applauding.

When Tang Li saw this scene again, goosebumps rose all over her arms. She now fully understood what the doctors were cheering for: this baby was not a real baby, but a healthy person who had been completely stripped of their strangeness through the "dream-come-true machine".

Tang Li took a deep breath and said softly, "Was Meng Wanwan also cut out of Old Ding's belly in the same way?"

Fang Yingjie couldn't help but show an uncomfortable expression: If Lao Ding and Meng Wanwan had foreseen what would happen, it's no wonder they chose to self-immolate in the corridor.

Tang Li, however, was thinking about something else. The image of Nannan lying on the operating table, the doctor cutting open her abdomen and pulling out the strangely shaped Gu Xiaoying... Could it be like this? The mother seemed to have given birth to the child's life, but the child took away all the pain?

However, the hospital kept strangely emphasizing that "Gu Xiaomei and Gu Xiaoying are mother and son." Tang Li felt that something was amiss.

"Who is the doctor holding the baby?" Tang Li suddenly asked.

"Dr. Jerry," Fang Yingjie zoomed in on the image with a single click, "is he your attending physician? Looks like he's doing quite well at the hospital."

Tang Li clicked her tongue in annoyance.

From the moment she discovered the file folder detailing human experiments beneath the rat figurine in Dr. Jerry's office, she began to avoid any interaction with him. Now, however, it seems she has no choice but to deal with him.

Tang Li stood up and said matter-of-factly, "I need to leave for a bit. The restaurant isn't open yet at this hour. Should I call a nurse to take you back to your room?"

Fang Yingjie realized that he was being worried about, but he smiled and didn't feel the slightest bit annoyed at being looked down upon: "Don't worry about me, the logistics personnel are capable of protecting themselves."

He asked, "Do you want to see Dr. Jiang or Dr. Jerry?"

"Dr. Jerry," Tang Li said. Dr. Jiang was like a slippery fish; whether it was her, Qiu Wanting, or Jiang Hui, they had all tried to stop her and talk to her, but they always failed.

Fang Yingjie nodded and slipped something into Tang Li's hand: "Self-defense tool, customer feedback pack. Dr. Jerry was able to lead that surgery, so he must be a powerful supernatural being. Be careful he doesn't harm you."

"He hurt me?" Tang Li smiled inwardly, not refusing Fang Yingjie's kindness.

"Thanks, see you at the restaurant tonight!" Tang Li waved to him, turned around decisively, and walked towards the other end of the corridor.

Fang Yingjie stared at her carefree retreating figure for a few seconds, then called out from behind her, "You're going the wrong way! His clinic isn't over there!"

Tang Li didn't turn around, but simply waved her hand leisurely with her back to him.

At 3:50 p.m., Tang Li appeared in Dr. Tom's office and had a pleasant conversation with him about traditional medical methods. She greatly expanded her knowledge in areas such as bloodletting therapy and mercury beauty treatments.

At 4:35 PM, Tang Li appeared in Dr. Zhao's office. The two of them, ignoring the patients queuing in the corridor, found kindred spirits and reached a consensus on the principle of "chop off the head if it hurts, cut off the foot if it hurts."

At 5:20 PM, the room outside Dr. Liu's clinic was empty. Tang Li pushed open the slightly ajar door with suspicion and found Dr. Liu inside, his mouth gagged with a rag and bound to a bundle by the curtains. Tang Li had a premonition and generously rescued him. Dr. Liu burst into tears at her feet and passionately recounted for twenty minutes how cruelly and viciously he had been treated by that woman.

—Oh, Jiang Hui, then it's alright.

Tang Li gained another fan. She said goodbye to Dr. Liu and left the consultation room with light steps.

She was calculating the time in her mind.

It's almost six o'clock. The restaurant will open for business at six o'clock.

Your "adult" is about to go to dinner. If you miss this opportunity, you will have several more chances to win back your adult's favor.

A tiny fragment silently burst open in the dark pupil, a strand of hair fell gently, and an inconspicuous little figure of Tang Li secretly hid on the windowsill, watching the corridor behind her.

Who is following behind me, looking ahead and behind, full of resentment, hesitant and indecisive?

A familiar figure caught Tang Li's eye. "It's the little mouse," Tang Li whispered. The little mouse was sneaking behind us, staring at us with longing eyes, its eyes bloodshot, as if it hadn't slept well for a very, very long time.

Both the large and small pears smiled happily.

Hooked.

Tang Li didn't slow down; she was about to turn the next corner.

"My lord...my lord!"

A desperate voice rang out, its trembling echo reverberating through the corridor.

Dr. Jerry finally emerged from his corner, head bowed, and appeared behind Tang Li.