Chapter 106 The Game of the High-End Players

Zhou Ze turned around and saw a familiar figure.

Doctor Lin, wearing a mask, was standing in front of him.

If Zhou Ze wasn't clear that everyone was playing the "Mortal Game" now,

and everyone had become ordinary people,

the first reaction of Boss Zhou upon seeing Doctor Lin in front of him might have been:

Begone,妖精 (yao jing, demon)!

Or he might have simply treated it as an illusion created by the Bodhisattva for him, and gone up to shatter it directly.

But considering the current situation,

the Doctor Lin in front of him,

was indeed Doctor Lin.

Wearing a long black dress, small high-heeled sandals, with her long hair draped over her shoulders,

genuine,

no substitutions allowed;

the professional air she used to have at work was gone,

and she looked a lot fresher and more beautiful.

After all,

she was still young.

………………

In the green belt in front of the hospital ward building, many patients and their families were walking around, most of them exercising their bodies to recover.

Next to the fountain pool, Zhou Ze took out a cigarette, lit it, and asked with a smile:

"Are you here for a vacation?"

Zhou Ze knew Doctor Lin's current situation; she couldn't be a doctor anymore, and she certainly wouldn't be hiding her identity and going all the way to Hainan Island to resume her old career.

"Yes, I just arrived yesterday. I have an uncle who is a chief physician here. I'm here to see him on behalf of my dad. However, it seems like something happened at the hospital. He seems very anxious."

Doctor Lin took off her mask,

revealing her beautiful face.

AIDS can bring endless despair, but its incubation period is very long. During the incubation period, you can live almost like a normal person.

"You're injured."

Doctor Lin said calmly.

She didn't act all sentimental and concerned, nor did she show any particular anxiety. She knew some things about Zhou Ze, so she didn't think these things would have much of an impact on him.

Moreover, she was also aware that Zhou Ze resisted her getting too close to his life, so she had always kept her distance.

"Heh, you could say that."

"Are you busy?" Doctor Lin asked.

"Busy."

"Okay, then I'll go first."

The divorce agreement had not been signed for various reasons.

The two of them, husband and wife in the eyes of the law, were now even more respectful than husband and wife in ancient stories.

"Don't come to this hospital again for a while."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Doctor Lin nodded very seriously. She didn't ask why, but she knew she needed to do as Zhou Ze told her.

"Then continue to enjoy the sun and the beach."

"Okay, be careful too."

Doctor Lin waved her hand, turned around, and walked away, without any hesitation.

Zhou Ze touched his nose. Lao Dao was still lying in the intensive care unit, and he really didn't have the time or energy to accompany Doctor Lin.

The only thing he could do was to keep her far away from this hospital.

The battle between the Yama and the Bodhisattva,

wasn't over yet,

God knows what would be left of this hospital in the end.

He turned around,

preparing to go back to the ICU,

but Zhou Ze immediately stopped,

He saw the Crippled Man limping towards him, but the other party shouldn't have noticed him. Zhou Ze quickly leaned his body into the flowerbed.

Really,

you had to admire this guy's tenacity, comparable to a cockroach!

First, he suffered a serious leg injury,

and after lying down for a day, he secretly discharged himself from the hospital.

Then, he was hit in the head by falling objects from a height,

and after wrapping a thick bandage around his forehead, he was able to come out and continue moving!

This was simply cheating.

With him helping the Bodhisattva to bear and absorb damage,

and being so resilient,

it was really unfair.

The Crippled Man continued forward, missing Zhou Ze's location.

Everyone was an ordinary person now, divine senses couldn't be used, and神通 (shentong, supernatural powers) naturally couldn't be activated, so Boss Zhou really didn't have any psychological pressure from this kind of sneaky peeking.

If it were in the past,

daring to窥觑 (kui qu, peep at)谛听 (Di Ting, a mythical beast with the ability to discern truth) at such close range,

would really be like an old man eating arsenic, tired of living.

Even,

even if you were hiding at home in bed, covered by quilts, and saying something intimate to your wife,

it was only a matter of whether Di Ting wanted to listen or not, not whether he could hear clearly.

Zhou Ze saw Di Ting enter the hospital supermarket again.

About ten minutes later,

the Crippled Man came out again,

with,

another brand new plastic痰盂 (tanyu, spittoon) in his hand.

This style,

was really…………

Was he fixated on spittoons? Did he have to buy one back?

Just then,

a group of orderlies pushed a stretcher and started running outside, probably another emergency.

This was common in big hospitals. After all, in such a big city, there would definitely be accidents and injuries every day, car accidents, jumping off buildings, falling into manholes while walking;

Through the shade of the trees, Zhou Ze noticed that the Crippled Man had also stopped, seemingly paying attention to the situation over there.

He was observing,

he was searching;

Just as Zhou Ze was preparing to leave and return to the ward,

he suddenly saw the Crippled Man silently walking towards the northwest corner.

That was the only deserted place in the hospital. The parking lot was behind there, and it was also a newly built oxygen inhalation area. In earlier years, it should have been outsourced to outside companies to do some oxygen health projects, but because of the relevant national regulations, it had to be terminated, and that small building was left empty there.

After hesitating for a moment,

Zhou Ze decided to quietly follow and see.

After the Crippled Man went inside with the spittoon,

Zhou Ze came out from behind the flowerbed and moved along the corner of the wall towards the entrance.

The door wasn't closed. Inside, other than those health and pyramid scheme project posters, there wasn't even a chair left.

Zhou Ze cautiously peeked inside from the doorway;

The Crippled Man was sitting on the ground with his back to Zhou Ze,

the spittoon was placed beside him,

and then,

he took out a knife.

Immediately afterward,

he stabbed the knife hard into his abdomen.

There was a sound when the knife cut into his abdomen, and the sound wasn't small. Of course, it definitely wasn't as exaggerated as in martial arts movies.

"噗 (pu)!"

"噗 (pu)!"

"噗 (pu)!"

Zhou Ze watched the Crippled Man mutilate himself there, one knife at a time.

So ruthless?

Was he planning to give up the game and delete his account?

Was he admitting defeat?

Blood began to flow out, and the Crippled Man collected it in the spittoon.

After stabbing himself about seven or eight times,

the Crippled Man stopped.

He even carried bandages in his pocket, and then he began to wrap the bandages.

The whole process was smooth, without the slightest pause.

Zhou Ze felt a little wet on his nose,

the other party,

wasn't committing suicide.

The other party was learning from Lao Dao; he was sacrificing himself!

Boss Zhou really couldn't learn this kind of high-end player's game style, and he didn't understand it. Of course, even if you asked Boss Zhou to imitate them, he probably wouldn't be willing to do it.

Once again, Zhou Ze was shocked by the Crippled Man's vigorous vitality.

He was already so badly injured,

and he could still continue to mutilate himself.

Could an ordinary person's body really be so resilient?

Or was it that a strong will had been supporting him from falling?

Seeing that the other party was about to finish,

Zhou Ze didn't stay any longer,

and quietly left first.

On the way back to the hospital building,

Zhou Ze cautiously stayed far away from the lawnmower,

Several gardeners were trimming the flowerbeds there, the machine was very loud,

and it looked scary.

Zhou Ze also went around the fountain pool, fearing that something would go wrong with the sprinkler.

When he got to the hospital building,

Zhou Ze walked along the wall, avoiding the big chandelier above the entrance.

He didn't dare to take the elevator,

he walked up the stairs,

slowly climbing one floor at a time,

and constantly watching carefully to see if there was anyone else walking above.

After arriving at the ward floor, the corridor was a bit wet because it had just been mopped.

Zhou Ze touched the tiles on the wall with both hands,

one step, two steps,

one step, two steps,

amidst the strange gazes of the medical staff and family members passing by,

he safely arrived at the door of his ward.

Having gotten here,

Zhou Ze finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no other way,

everyone was in a 2v2 situation now.

Lao Dao was using his powers over there, while the Bodhisattva and Di Ting were enduring accidents;

Now that Di Ting had started to mutilate himself, according to the game rules, this accident would either happen to Lao Dao or to himself.

Lao Dao was in the ICU, and hadn't woken up yet. It would be a bit difficult to cause an accident.

But he was still outside, jumping around,

being careful,

was never wrong.

He pushed open the door of his ward,

and Zhou Ze walked in.

The bathroom was right at the entrance of the ward. Zhou Ze first washed his face inside. When washing his face, his left hand was always tightly holding the railing, and he washed with one hand.

Walking out of the bathroom,

Zhou Ze walked to his bed,

and looked up at the fluorescent light above.

The fluorescent light was right above his bed, near the window.

Zhou Ze thought about it and took all the bedding off his bed and put it on the bed on the side near the door.

It was far from the window, and there was nothing hanging overhead.

This bed was the one that had been added when the Crippled Man was hospitalized last time, and no one had removed it yet.

After tidying up,

Zhou Ze was exhausted and covered in sweat.

His body was already weak, and he would get tired easily with a little movement.

Plus, the summer in Sanya was already unbearably hot, and even if the air conditioner in the ward was always on, it wasn't very effective.

There was no other way,

Zhou Ze could only enter the bathroom again,

still holding the railing with one hand and wetting the towel with the other,

while preventing himself from slipping, he took off his shirt and wiped his body.

After wiping his body,

he felt much refreshed.

Next,

Boss Zhou decided to lie in bed and not go outside until it got dark and until tomorrow morning.

Lao Dao estimated that he would wake up tonight or at the latest tomorrow morning.

He put the towel away,

walked out of the bathroom,

and Zhou Ze was stunned in place,

He saw that in this ward,

on the three beds,

there were people lying!

On the far left was an old man with white hair,

in the middle was a young woman,

and on the far right, on the bed that he had just made, was a five or six-year-old boy.

Everyone was lying in bed,

receiving an IV drip,

and whether they were deliberately reducing the difficulty or really wanted to directly tell Boss Zhou that they were not human,

the faces of these three people,

were pale,

and there were purplish-black circles around their eyes.

When Zhou Ze came out of the bathroom,

the three people on the three beds all turned their eyes to Zhou Ze,

with cold smiles on their faces,

and said:

"You're back..."

"............" Zhou Ze.