I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

This appears to be a special-purpose hospital bed.

Lu Ban wasn't quite sure, but he went to the hospital very infrequently.

Every year when the flu season arrives, while everyone else is constantly sneezing, he remains perfectly healthy and rarely catches a cold or fever.

He felt it was a great pity.

According to Lu Ban's theory of immunity, colds and fevers indicate that one's immune function is working normally, which is equivalent to daily exercise. However, if one does not catch a cold for many years, the body's immune function will not be exercised, and if one does get sick, it will be a serious illness.

Pulling his thoughts back to the bed, Lu Ban tried to lie down on it.

Sure enough, the bed was too short for him.

Moreover, there were strange armrests on both sides of the bed. He couldn't touch these armrests when he lay down, but he could put his legs on them to form an open position.

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Lu Ban felt that his current posture of luring the enemy into a trap was a bit off.

Just as he was about to put his leg down, he heard a metallic clanging sound.

That was the sound of a scalpel being picked up from the instrument tray. Lu Ban looked down and saw a doctor in a white coat standing next to his hospital bed.

The doctor was tall, and his white coat was filthy, stained with what looked like mud or blood. He wore a thick medical mask, and his hair was tied up in a cap. The doctor had dark skin and lifeless eyes, as if he had been dead for a long time.

He held a scalpel in his right hand and pliers in his left, walking towards Lu Ban without saying a word.

Is he going to have surgery on himself?

In Lu Ban's [True Vision], the doctor's figure is ethereal, not like a real person, but more like an air friend. The scalpel in his hand, however, is real and can easily cut through a person's skin.

"who are you?"

Lu Ban hurriedly tried to put his feet down, but found that his body was as if it were being pressed down by a heavy object, and he could only watch as the doctor approached, the scalpel in his hand gleaming coldly.

A sense of dread rose up Lu Ban's spine. Without hesitation, he conjured a silver revolver in his hand.

[Last Words] Loaded, the bullet accurately hit the doctor.

Lu Ban had no time to consider the effects, so he used the most powerful one: the verbal bullet from the great being's murmur.

In an instant, Lu Ban saw the other person stop. Then, the restraints on Lu Ban's body were released, and he immediately jumped off the bed.

The doctor covered his head, seemingly in pain, and curled up into a ball.

Lu Ban grabbed a crowbar and struck him on the head.

A solid tactile sensation came through, and Lu Ban was a little curious; this thing actually had a physical form.

He saw that the doctor who had fainted was motionless, seemingly unconscious.

So, Lu Ban boldly picked up a crowbar and used it to remove the mask from the doctor's face.

He saw the other person's face.

Perhaps, that cannot be called a human face.

This face has no skin, only flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood are not complete, with many stitches. In other words, this face, this head, was stitched together.

Such suture marks have spread to the body, and it is clear that these suture marks are not simply stitching up wounds, but forcibly blending tissues from different bodies together.

This doctor, like Frankenstein, was like a person made of body parts.

Lu Ban listened, but there was no heartbeat.

Lu Ban even felt that this guy might not even have a heart.

Shila-

A metallic clanging sound came from the corridor, as if something was moving around inside. Lu Ban peeked out and saw a tall man wearing a white coat.

However, what the doctor was holding was not a scalpel, but an orthopedic saw used for amputation.

The rusty saw made a sharp, rattling sound that echoed through the corridor.

"Are these monsters mutated from humans?"

Lu Ban guessed that he was leaning against the wall, hiding in the shadows, when he heard the footsteps and sawing sounds gradually approaching from outside, pausing briefly behind him before continuing forward.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief, but suddenly a head popped out from the right side of Lu Ban, near the door of the clinic.

The doctor, wearing a mask and hat and holding a saw, peered inside.

Chapter 141 The Vanished Workers

Lu Ban instinctively reached for the crowbar, intending to strike its head, but a certain inspiration prevented him from moving.

It wasn't just because of the increasing footsteps outside, but also because the doctor blankly looked around the examination room, and even when his gaze swept over Lu Ban, he didn't react at all.

"It can't see me?"

Lu Ban quickly realized what was going on.

Once the other person pulled their head back, they continued dragging the saw forward and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

"But why did it look in here at first? Was it because of the sound?"

"No, that's not right. It didn't notice its own kind either. There must be some other reason that made it look into the examination room."

Lu Ban thought for a moment, then directly ripped off the white coat from the doctor who was lying on the ground, turned his mask inside out, put it on his face, and draped the white coat over himself.

From this perspective, Lu Ban is no different from these doctors.

Both the clothes and the mask had a musty smell, but it was still bearable. Hiding the flashlight in his sleeve and leaning on the crowbar with his other hand, Lu Ban left the room.

As Lu Ban walked out the door, he turned back and glanced at the offices in the room.

Obstetrics and Gynecology.

At first, he was only somewhat enlightened, realizing that those strange hospital beds were examination beds in the obstetrics and gynecology department, but he soon fell into another kind of confusion.

Neither the previous nurses' records nor the hospital's own records mentioned that this hospital had an obstetrics and gynecology department. Some nurses even found it strange that this hospital did not have an obstetrics and gynecology department.

But why is there an obstetrics and gynecology department here now?

The task is called "Crying," what does it have to do with obstetrics and gynecology?

Why doesn't Nanhua Private Renji Hospital have an obstetrics and gynecology department?

Lu Ban recalled the location; according to the hospital's design plan, this room should be a storeroom for the medicines needed on this floor, not a gynecology and obstetrics clinic at all.

However, there was no point in staying here any longer, so Lu Ban decided to continue exploring.

He had just stepped out of the consultation room when he saw a nurse sitting at the nurses' station.

The nurse wasn't wearing a mask, so her chapped mouth was exposed. Her mouth had no lips, and her brownish-yellow teeth were exposed. Her nurse's uniform was dirty. She seemed unaware of the strange changes outside and remained at the table, as if she was taking notes.

But Lu Ban saw that there was nothing on the table.

Or is it that what should have been there is now in my hands?

He touched the red-covered notebook in his arms.

Lu Ban saw the stairwell; he first had to pass the nurses' station.

The nurse blankly repeated the writing process, even using her own fingernails, the nails that had long since been peeled off, her fingertips repeatedly erasing and writing on the wooden desk, filthy black blood flowing from her fingertips, leaving marks on the table.

Lu Ban slowly walked past the nurses' station, glancing at the blood-written words on the table.

As Lu Ban tried to decipher the characters, the nurse suddenly looked up.

Her eyeballs had long since withered, leaving only two clumps of rotting flesh that kept throbbing. But for some reason, Lu Ban felt as if he were looking into her eyes.

But the nurse simply looked up, her head motionless as she stared at the path Lu Ban had passed, as he moved forward.

Lu Ban felt relieved and took a look to confirm.

He saw that it read, "Watch out behind you."

In an instant, Lu Ban felt as if there really was something behind him.

He slowed his pace and peered behind him out of the corner of his eye, but found nothing.

As Lu Ban stepped onto the stairs, his steps were steady, and he was wary of his surroundings.

As soon as Lu Ban reached the corner of the stairs, he felt as if something was tugging at his trouser leg.

He looked down and saw only his shoes; there was nothing unusual there.

Continuing upwards, Lu Ban arrived at the second floor.

He saw a nurse wandering in the corridor, pushing an IV stand. The IV tubing was connected to his own arm, drawing blood from the nurse and pouring it into the bottle. He was oblivious to this, and continued to make clanging noises as he staggered down the corridor.

Lu Ban didn't disturb it, but continued upwards.

This time, he was a little more careful when turning the corner, slowing down his pace and paying close attention to his feet.

Just as he lifted his leg, Lu Ban clearly saw a fair, baby-like hand emerge from the shadows and tug at his trouser leg.

Lu Ban's movements froze.

His eyes were veiled in a hazy, grayish-white mist. His [True Vision] allowed him to see the hand, and Lu Ban knew very well that it did not belong to this world.

Even in this hospital, where it's pitch black outside the window and filled with unknown humanoid monsters, the owner of this hand is still a visitor from another world.

His gaze moved toward the shadows, trying to make out the owner of the hand. Although his instincts told him it was best not to try, he looked anyway.

Unfortunately, there were only shadows there; there were no monsters or children.

However, when Lu Ban shifted his gaze from the shadows, he clearly saw behind him, in the dusty stairwell, a series of marks in addition to his own footprints.

The marks were like those left by a baby, stumbling and crawling up the stairs.

The mark extended all the way to where he was standing now.

Lu Ban looked at the last spot of the mark, which was right next to his trouser leg, where the shadow was the darkest.

He lifted his foot and climbed a few more steps, but this time, he kept looking behind him at the footprints that didn't belong to him, trying to catch the other person's movements.

However, the footprints remained unchanged, as if they had stayed in the same place.

Lu Ban turned around and quickly went up to the third floor.

He turned around and saw the stumbling marks that had somehow extended behind him.

Moreover, the mark spread to his shoes, trousers, and white coat.