Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 132 Ankang 4th Mental Hospital 15. Air Potion

The old man who loves to grow flowers is named Zhang. Thinking back to the time when He Feng was detained in the ward, he visited the ward three times a day. He was determined to talk this out with He Feng.

Old man Zhang’s famous saying: “My child, don’t be sad, smile.”

"Child, if you have anything on your mind, just tell us. We are all alive, and we will listen to you if you speak."

"My child, if you hold it in like this, you'll get sick if your emotions collapse. Be careful!"

In response to this, He Feng gave the following: "Laugh, what is a laugh, can I hit it."

"You are not alive, so are you dead?"

"Sickness, I, Wudi He, never get sick."

All I can say is that every sentence has a response, but none of the responses are good.

Nowadays, Wudi He is a little weak. Every step he takes seems unsteady, his limbs are sore and weak, and he has to cough after walking every two steps. It’s like I’m sick, which directly hits me in the face.

The flag from that year has now been successfully recovered.

[Wow, is Brother He really sick? I always thought Brother He was invincible, and the savior is also a human being. Wow.]

[“The savior is also a human being”, I really, I burst into tears.]

[Woo woo woo woo! He Ge! How can I live without you! He Ge!]

He Feng, who had no other major problems except feeling a little weak, said: …

"No, I'm not dead yet. Why do you guys keep saying things like I'm dying?" He Feng was speechless. Looking at the barrage of people crying, he couldn't help but laugh and curse, "A bunch of little drama queens. You only dare to make a fuss when I'm fine. Otherwise, when I was injured, weren't you more anxious than me? You're just being naughty, aren't you?"

[Hey! I’ve been seen through~]

[Brother He, you really understand us.]

[There’s a saying that goes, when we stick our butts out, Brother He knows what kind of shit we’re going to poop!]

He Feng silently silenced all these people.

In fact, there is only one person who wants to be muted, but he doesn't have the energy to go to that person's homepage to mute him, so let's just mute them all.

The barrage was forced to disappear, and colorful rewards were flying all over the sky. He Feng snorted disdainfully.

Although Wudi He is not so invincible now, he can still deal with a group of little guys.

He Feng felt a little tired after recovering from a serious illness. He stretched and took the first step very seriously.

To be honest, although he had a sour face every day in the real hospital, he really forgot why he had a sour face.

So when Old Man Zhang asked him, he couldn't answer and could only refute.

but.

He Feng's heart was a little confused now. He kept thinking of Fu Hua, but he also felt that his sour face in the hospital was not just because of Fu Hua, which made him a little confused.

Speaking of Fu Hua, He Feng always thinks of the scene where the woman fell in her own tears, which is a bit irritating.

"Fu Hua, didn't Fu Hua surrender to the Gou system?" He Feng pursed his lips, but couldn't speak out the words: "She became like this and was trapped here. Is it because of us?"

Shen Zishu supported He Feng and walked forward step by step. He did not answer, but his silence seemed to answer many questions.

He Feng took a deep breath.

No wonder the achievement system said they were lifelong enemies. He and the horror game system had probably been at war to the death for a long time. Now with new hatred and old grudges, one of them must die. This evaluation of lifelong enemies was very accurate, and the achievement system gave a good summary.

Thinking of this, He Feng subconsciously looked at Shen Zishu. It might be because of his sudden illness that Shen Zishu had been very silent. The number of words he had said since he woke up could be counted on one hand.

"Boyfriend." He Feng leaned slightly towards Shen Zishu: "What are you thinking about?"

His confused thoughts were interrupted, and Shen Zishu turned his head to look at He Feng.

The light in the elevator was cold, and the young man's face looked even paler. Shen Zishu frowned and said, "I'm thinking about you."

He Feng coughed lightly, and suddenly became a little shy, "Miss me, I'm right beside you, what do you miss about me?"

Shen Zishu didn't reply. The elevator reached the eighth floor and the silver door opened and then was forced shut.

He Feng's waist was embraced, and Shen Zishu lowered his head and leaned into He Feng's arms, looking like a big dog that was about to be abandoned.

"I'm scared." Shen Zishu said sullenly, "I'm just scared."

"I'm here." He Feng hugged Shen Zishu, and he stroked Shen Zishu's back again and again: "I'm fine, standing right in front of you."

The two hugged each other for a while, and Shen Zishu's uneasiness finally disappeared.

After getting up and moving around for a while, He Feng felt that he had regained some strength. He took the initiative to hold Shen Zishu's hand and led him out of the elevator.

Ever since the small boss on the eighth floor was killed by Shen Zishu with one knife, Ye Qingqing has been stationed on the eighth floor with the medical staff to take care of the real patients.

He Feng greeted the medical staff who waved at him. Perhaps it was his illusion, but he always felt that there was some pain in the nurse's eyes when she looked at him and Shen Zishu.

But why? He Feng didn't understand. Did someone set them up? Who was so bold as to stick their head out for He Feng to see.

Ye Qingqing, who was checking the medical records, sneezed twice. She rubbed her nose, confused, and thanked Dr. Xiao Yu for caring about whether she was sick.

But the question is, have you ever seen data that is sick?

Ye Qingqing didn't understand, and continued to look at the messy medical records.

He Feng had already pushed open the door of ward 811. He greeted Mr. Cui, unceremoniously drove him off the bed, and then lifted up his mattress.

Cui Minglang widened his eyes. He looked at He Feng, who was as strong as an ox, in disbelief. He turned to look at Shen Zishu, who had a smile on his face, with an uncertain look.

He clearly remembered that the boy was sick, so what was going on now? How could he, a man who had just recovered from a serious illness, lift up his mattress with his bare hands?

If He Feng knew what Cui Minglang was thinking, he would refute him seriously. Although Wudi He was sick, he was still invincible.

As for why Cui Minglang's mattress was lifted up, we have to talk about the last piece of information on the paper.

This painting clearly shows an old man, an old man sitting with his hands tied.

Who else could it be but Mr. Cui?

If Mr. Cui wants to sit, where can he sit?

On the bed, of course!

So He Feng lifted up the mattress and touched the frame of the bed, and sure enough, he found a syringe stuck to the frame.

He Feng pulled it out with all his strength. He was a little proud, and when he was about to show it to Shen Zishu, he suddenly glanced at the syringe in his hand. The pride disappeared and only confusion remained.

Well, although the syringe they took out from the second floor was filled with medicine violet, it at least contained something.

But what does this empty syringe mean?

He Feng didn't quite understand, and Cui Minglang didn't quite understand either. The two people who didn't quite understand found Ye Qingqing with an empty syringe.

"This is air potion." Ye Qingqing said with some nostalgia in her tone: "It contains the air from when the dean was still in office."

He Feng: ...

"Sister, please don't be too outrageous."