“Boom—”
The snake head exploded just before it touched Wen Shi.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Half of Shen Shushu’s head fell to the ground.
The other half reverted to a human appearance, hanging from his neck by torn flesh and skin, his eyes wide open in death.
Wen Shi calmly took out a handkerchief and wiped the mixture of blood and flesh from his face, as if this were a routine occurrence.
When Shen Shushu attacked, Wen Shi invoked the power of the rules.
Rule 3: No medical disputes allowed.
Wen Shi had refused Shen Shushu’s request to take the patient away, but Shen Shushu not only ignored him but also dared to launch a sneak attack.
This naturally fell under the category of a medical dispute.
“Thud—”
Shen Shushu’s corpse hit the ground, twisted and contorted, coming to rest beside the Female Ghost’s head.
“This is…” Wen Shi caught sight of a photo in Shen Shushu’s pocket and casually pulled it out.
The photo showed a pair of siblings.
The girl was youthful and beautiful, the boy sunny and cheerful.
Wen Shi immediately recognized the girl as the patient before her mutation—Shen Ling.
“So they really are siblings.” Wen Shi took the card that sealed the patient and placed it in his pocket.
He couldn’t recall how Shen Ling had arrived at the clinic.
Her medical records stated that she had suffered persecution from men, leading to mental instability. She often fantasized about being a black widow spider, with eyes covering her back that could see through all men’s disguises.
She wanted to kill all men.
The Y chromosome was a virus—brutal, bloody, perverted, treacherous, and devoid of any ethical or moral code etched into its genes. Men deserved to die!
Wen Shi didn’t know why Shen Ling harbored such hatred for men.
But she must have endured inhuman torment from men to become so extreme.
Wen Shi pulled the scalpel from Shen Shushu’s back.
Cold blood splattered onto his hand.
Wen Shi froze for a moment, as a fragment of Shen Shushu’s memories surfaced in his mind.
Unlike other Players who had accidentally entered the Instance, Shen Shushu had spent a million Points to specifically choose Wen Shi’s Instance.
His sole purpose here was to take his sister away.
Shen Shushu, skilled in disguise, had always presented himself in the game as an innocent-looking loli, feigning weakness and pretending to be someone in need of protection.
In life-or-death situations, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill Players who had helped him to monopolize the Points. He was also accustomed to using his fragile disguise to play the fool and prey on the unsuspecting, a tactic that had never failed him.
Confident in his strength and hidden cards, Shen Shushu had left his room in the latter half of the night to search for his sister in the ward.
Shen Ling was special.
Once she left the clinic, she would become frenzied.
Wen Shi remembered the last time she left the clinic. She had killed ninety-nine men before regaining a sliver of rationality, returning to the clinic only to break down in tears.
“I didn’t mean to, Dr. Wen, I couldn’t control myself!”
Wen Shi remembered the blood-soaked patient returning to the clinic, spreading her blood-stained hands, weeping helplessly: “I didn’t want to kill them, but every time I wake up, my hands are covered in blood.”
Shen Ling was a classic case of schizophrenia.
“Thump, thump, thump—”
Urgent footsteps approached. Wen Shi quickly stored the card sealing Shen Ling and the photo, then deftly plunged the dagger into the Female Ghost’s head, causing it to dissolve into Blood Mist.
“Bang—”
The door was kicked open.
It was Xu Jie who rushed in.
“Are you alright?” Xu Jie placed both hands on Wen Shi’s shoulders, an unusually anxious expression on his face.
Xu Jie had sensed the moment the SS Plus-grade Female Ghost appeared.
He should have arrived immediately.
But he had been intercepted by a patient along the way and had struggled to get here.
“I’m fine.” Wen Shi thought about the kick Xu Jie had used to open the door. If he hadn’t reacted quickly, he would have been bruised and battered by now.
“Covered in blood and still saying you’re fine.” Xu Jie kicked over the monster lying on the ground, sneered, and hoisted Wen Shi onto his shoulder before running.
Run, damn legs, run faster!
Any slower and Wen Shi would bleed to death.
Wen Shi: “…”
Was it possible that the blood on him belonged to someone else?
When they reached the treatment room, Xu Jie frantically searched for gauze and cotton swabs for wound cleaning, rummaging through cabinets and scattering medicines everywhere with a clatter, finding nothing.
He suddenly turned around.
Only to discover Wen Shi had already cleaned up most of it.
There wasn’t a single wound on his face.
Not only that, Wen Shi had also neatly arranged the scattered medicines back to their original places, looking rather pleased.
“Thank goodness you’re okay.” Xu Jie cupped Wen Shi’s face in both hands, carefully inspecting it, the heart that had been lodged in his throat finally settling back into his chest. “Seeing you drenched in blood scared the soul right out of me.”
Wen Shi pulled his face away. “I told you I was fine. You’re too tense.”
“Anyone would be terrified seeing their beloved standing before them covered in blood.” Xu Jie slumped into a chair, nearly collapsing from exhaustion.
If Wen Shi had truly died in the Instance…
Xu Jie would have razed the Instance to the ground and ground the Dungeon Boss to dust.
Wen Shi chuckled. “Smooth talker.”
Even so, the sight of Xu Jie charging over and carrying him away was something Wen Shi would recall with joy.
Xu Jie’s affection burned like the sun, crashing recklessly into Wen Shi’s heart, stirring up the once calm and placid spring waters into chaos.
“I swear, it’s not just smooth talk, nor is it frivolous—I was genuinely afraid.” Xu Jie sprang up and darted in front of Wen Shi, pulling his hand to his own chest:
“I can tell you, this Instance’s level exceeds SS Plus, possibly even reaching SSS-Class.
The Dungeon Boss is a master at playing with people’s minds, with the highest danger rating.
Yet he excels at disguising himself, presenting as a weak and innocent F-grade individual to deceive Players.
Wen Shi, if I die in this Instance, my soul will still love you, protect you, unwavering until death.”
Such intense and straightforward confession left Wen Shi unable to resist.
Beneath his palm was Xu Jie’s beating Heart.
Wen Shi pressed his palm firmly, drawing closer to that vibrant, pulsating, passionate heart.
“What if I want your heart?” Wen Shi asked seriously.
“If you want it, I’ll give it.” Xu Jie smiled brightly, like a little sun, answering with equal seriousness.
Wen Shi was momentarily dazed.
All things considered, they had only known each other for four days.
Just four days, and Xu Jie had fallen head over heels, willing to lay bare his heart and soul. Wen Shi couldn’t understand why his feelings were so intense, almost drowning him in a boundless, vibrant, and ceaseless love as vast as a sea of stars, leaving him flustered and overwhelmed by its weight.
“Aren’t you afraid that my attitude toward you is all an act, that it’s fake, that I don’t believe in so-called love at first sight?” Wen Shi tried to pull his hand back, but Xu Jie held it firmly.
“Mutual Affection is beautiful, but unrequited love isn’t so bad either. Besides, mine is open admiration—whether you respond or not is your freedom.” Xu Jie said with a smile. “It’s just a heart. What harm is there in giving it to you?”
Wen Shi froze.
He had heard countless sweet nothings from Players.
Xu Jie’s confession was plain and unremarkable, far inferior to the romantic words spoken by those Players.
Yet it stirred a tumult in Wen Shi’s heart, unleashing a tidal wave of emotion unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Wen Shi was about to speak.
A scream shattered all his thoughts.
4K chapter complete, mwah! Sister Xu is constantly professing her love, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers. Please leave comments and free little gifts, sending hearts your way!