Wen Shi: “”
Xu Jie: “”
He couldn’t help but laugh out loud, nearly dropping the short blade in his hand.
What kind of shameless scoundrel was Gu Hua? His face was thicker than a brick wall.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have the ability,” Wen Shi smiled faintly. “Sorry, but I’ll have to ask you to die.”
Just as the sharp scalpel was about to slice through Gu Hua’s carotid artery—
Gu Hua trembled and pleaded, “Boss, I was wrong, I’m sorry! I promise I’ll never act so shamelessly again!
I’m a pig, I’m a dog, I’m worse than both.
Please give me a chance to turn over a new leaf.”
Wen Shi remained unmoved, ready to finish off this arrogant piece of trash, when suddenly a line of text appeared on the snow-white wall.
Nurse: 【Boss, Gu Hua’s flesh and blood can regenerate.】
His detoxification agent couldn’t be mass-produced.
One of the reasons was the lack of a certain type of renewable, infinitely replicable gene. Keeping Gu Hua alive might still be useful.
“There won’t be a next time,” Wen Shi said coldly.
Xu Jie and the rabbit instinctively glanced at the white wall.
The bloodstains on the wall had long since vanished.
Releasing Gu Hua, Wen Shi returned to Room 208.
The nurse had placed the female neighbor’s head in the room. He needed to find a place to hide it to avoid Xu Jie discovering it.
Tonight, he had to explore the neighboring room.
Early in the morning, one player, one patient, and two family members had died. The players were now on high alert, focusing on their tasks and striving to survive until the seventh day.
Fortunately, in this F Rank Instance, completing the task only required choosing one of two options.
Soon, however, the players grew anxious again.
This instance’s difficulty was far beyond what an F Rank should be. It was highly likely that they needed to meet both conditions—achieving 100% strategy completion and surviving for seven days—to leave alive.
The players began scheming to win Xu Jie’s favor.
Gu Hua was immensely relieved that the dungeon boss wasn’t Wen Shi. Otherwise, he’d have found a tree branch to hang himself.
Glancing at Shen Shushu, who was fawning over Xu Jie and serving him tea and water, Gu Hua felt nothing but disdain.
What bullshit!
Anyone with half a brain could tell Shen Shushu was trying to make Xu Jie fall in love with her.
Could a dungeon boss fall in love so easily?
Gu Hua then looked at Feng Zhouzhou, who was assisting the nurse, and sneered at him for being an idiot.
Instead of currying favor with the boss, he was helping an NPC. What a fool, a complete fool.
“Go take care of that patient,” Wen Shi ordered as he came downstairs and saw Gu Hua idling around.
The commanding tone made Gu Hua seethe with resentment. He stiffened his neck and retorted, “Fine, I’ll go! But I’m not afraid of you—I’m just showing you respect!”
Despite his words, Gu Hua ran faster than the wind.
Less than a second after entering the ward, he dashed back out. “Can I switch to another patient?”
Wen Shi replied leisurely, “No.”
Gu Hua’s heart sank. Pointing at the patient with the mosquito head, he took a deep breath, inhaling in small gasps. “He… he’s the mosquito monster that tried to kill me yesterday, not a patient.”
Wen Shi kicked him without hesitation.
Of course, he knew it was the mosquito monster.
It was a patient in the mutation phase. As long as it could control its urge to eat humans, it would soon regain its human form.
Gu Hua was tasked with feeding the patient.
But the patient refused to eat, preferring to gnaw on Gu Hua’s fingers instead. After each bite, it would giggle and gesture for another.
After all, there were still five fingers left.
Gu Hua: F*ck, fingers -1.
The worst part was, when Gu Hua asked every player if they could see the monster, they all shook their heads, insisting it was just a weak, pitiful, and helpless patient. He was on the verge of a breakdown.
The patients coming to the clinic were all Aberrations—some conscious, some not.
Wen Shi had to keep an eye on Xu Jie to prevent him from being eaten by patients or carelessly prescribing medicine that would cause trouble.
“Wen Shi, come here. Let me check your pulse.” Xu Jie greeted him with a smile.
As soon as Wen Shi approached, Xu Jie’s slender, bony fingers rested on Wen Shi’s wrist. “You have a slippery pulse!”
Wen Shi: “…”
A slippery pulse was a sign of pregnancy in women.
Shen Shushu, who was nearby, suddenly looked up at Wen Shi, her clear black-and-white eyes filled with shock, wide-eyed and stunned. “In the game, can men get pregnant too?”
Xu Jie spoke with an air of seriousness: “Nothing is impossible. If you want parthenogenesis, come to me.”
Shen Shushu shook her head like a rattle-drum.
The doctor was too perverted!
Forget about the Strategy.
Run, run without stopping.
Wen Shi withdrew his hand and stood by as Xu Jie’s assistant.
He watched as Xu Jie amputated a patient’s limb for a minor scrape.
Prescribed ‘wealth medicine’ to poor patients seeking treatment.
Prescribed a KFC Thursday V50 meal deal to a patient with no appetite…
Wen Shi couldn’t bear to watch any longer. “Doctor Xu, you’re holding the pen upside down.”
He had never seen such an outrageous quack in his life. Xu Jie couldn’t even pretend convincingly.
Xu Jie was the one putting on the act.
But it was him, the Dungeon Boss, who ended up embarrassed.
Thankfully, it was only seven days.
Otherwise, Wen Shi’s lifelong reputation would be ruined.
“Oh, then I’ll hold it properly.” Xu Jie twirled the pen, looking utterly unserious. “Wen Shi, have you noticed? No matter how absurd my prescriptions are, they all accept them willingly.”
He had realized that all the patients coming in were S Rank Anomalies, and not a single one dared to make a move.
Wen Shi’s lips twitched.
Those who didn’t accept were already dead.
Not long ago, Xu Jie had killed a patient and their family members, earning a notorious reputation. Which patient entering the clinic wouldn’t keep their head down and behave?
“Normal,” Wen Shi said calmly. “If they don’t cooperate, they violate the ‘No Medical Disputes’ rule and die even faster.”
Xu Jie raised an eyebrow. This rule had a hint of a conceptual deity to it.
As long as the doctor was dissatisfied, all patients or Players could be considered within the scope of medical disputes.
Thinking this, Xu Jie became even more mischievous. While checking on patients, he provoked them—making an amputee so angry they ran five kilometers on the spot, and a blind patient so furious they chased after him, causing a chaotic uproar.
Despite the commotion, Xu Jie made sure none of the patients touched even a corner of Wen Shi’s clothes.
In the end, leaning against the wall, he asked with a smile, “Wen Shi, do you like me just a little bit?”
Wen Shi’s hand, hanging at his side, clenched tightly.
Many of the patients Xu Jie provoked were in their mutation phase, unable to control themselves and turning directly into Monsters. He had caused trouble for himself and still wanted Wen Shi to like him?
“Mhm.” Wen Shi forced a smile, devoid of emotion, filled only with indulgence. “As long as you’re happy.”
Xu Jie beamed with joy. He had caused such a ruckus to lure out the Dungeon Boss.
Even if he didn’t catch the Boss, making the beauty smile was still a good outcome.
At night, the tense Players gathered together, all looking grave except for Wen Shi.
“This can’t go on,” the lop-eared rabbit hopped onto the dining table.
“After ten o’clock, the nurse will randomly select a Player to stand guard. There’s no way to tell whether the one knocking is an Aberration or the nurse.
I suggest we all stay in one room and watch out for each other.
If it’s an Aberration, we work together to kill it.
If it’s the nurse, the person on duty must stick to the nurse without leaving their side.”
Compared to Gu Hua, who enjoyed being admired but was selfish, the lop-eared rabbit was more reliable.
The players nodded in agreement, especially the college student Feng Zhouzhou and Little Red Riding Hood Shen Shushu—the two youngsters were practically ready to kowtow to the lop-eared rabbit.
“I’m used to being on my own, so I won’t be joining,” Wen Shi said, turning back toward room 208.
“Big shot, even the strongest fists can’t defeat four hands,” Feng Zhouzhou worriedly said. “You should stay with us.”
The lop-eared rabbit added, “Young man, I know you’re exceptionally capable. Even though this Instance isn’t a team game, the survival rate for fighting alone is very low. If you join us, we’ll be like a tiger with wings—we just need to make it through the remaining six days.”
Wen Shi’s strength was obvious to everyone. The players were eager to have another powerful ally for protection.
The mute Taoist also gestured, urging Wen Shi to join them.
“No need,” Wen Shi replied, turning to leave.
With a single leap, the lop-eared rabbit blocked the doorway, transforming mid-air into a three-meter-tall figure that completely sealed off the exit. Its crimson eyes rolled around, and its voice turned rough and grating: “Stop pretending—you’re the Dungeon Boss!”