Chapter 201 Frog Hospital (I) Hemophobia

"Quack, quack, quack..."

The sound of frogs came one after another, coming from all directions, connecting into one, and reaching the sky.

The sound was separated by the building and was very far away. Because of the reverberation, it seemed distorted, and it sounded like a baby crying.

Qi Si was upset by the noise. He opened his eyes and saw the ceiling covered with mold spots.

The smell of disinfectant water unique to the hospital rushed into his nose. He had just smelled it a few days ago. But this time the smell was worse, mixed with a faint smell of blood, urine, and the stench of deteriorating flesh and blood, which almost made him vomit.

Under him was a cold and hard iron bed, without a mattress, which was particularly uncomfortable; moving his eyes to the side, he could see a short iron frame with a pair of black flat-frame glasses on it.

Qi Si sat up, and his head suddenly felt dizzy, like the feeling of hypoglycemia, and his eyes were white.

He almost fell back on the bed.

[Instance name: "Frog Hospital"]

[Instance type: Team survival]

[Pre-prompt: "Life" is born from "death", "death" ends in "life"]

The instance information was refreshed, and the frog calls gradually became lighter, and finally returned to silence half a minute later. Qi Si's dizziness also eased.

The pre-prompt was still vague, but new text was refreshed soon:

[This instance is an advanced role-playing instance. You need to strictly play your role in the instance to avoid arousing suspicion from NPCs in the instance]

[Note: If you arouse suspicion from NPCs, the failure rate will increase by 5%~20% depending on the situation]

A role-playing instance? It was like it was tailor-made for him...

Qis looked at the [Rose Heart] and [Human Skin Mask] in his item bar, and didn't think the weird game would be so kind.

Throwing him, who has a clear advantage in role-playing, into a multiplayer instance was very unfair to other players. He didn't believe that other players would have similar accomplishments in role-playing as him.

Unless, give him some troublesome negative effects to balance the strength...

The [Failure Rate] column refreshed in the upper left corner of the vision, and the value behind it was [0%].

Followed by a line of annotation: [The higher the failure rate, the more likely it is to be rejected by the dungeon world; when the failure rate reaches 100%, it is determined to be a clearance failure]

In other words, after failing in this dungeon, it is not like in ordinary dungeons that you can rely on off-site operations to recover.

Once the failure rate is full, no matter if he has [Fate Pocket Watch], [Cursed Pendulum] or [Scarlet Priest], he will still be rejected.

Qis asked: "What are the specific manifestations of being rejected by the dungeon world?"

[You will be more likely to suffer hostility from NPCs and targeted by ghosts]

Qis thought for a while and asked again: "Then can you provide the specific information of the role I play? Identity, personality and characteristics, etc."

He waited for two seconds, but there was no response. It seems that he has to figure out all this information by himself.

Qi Si noticed that he was covered with a white coat that had been washed so much that it was pilling. The cuffs and corners of the clothes were spotless.

It seemed that the character he played loved cleanliness, which was good news. If he was asked to play a sloppy person, he felt that he could immediately use the cursed spirit to poke his eyes and end his miserable life.

He picked up the white coat and shook it twice, then put it on. He saw a plastic card on the right side of his chest, which was also polished. On the business card inside, the name column was empty. The unit was [Blue Frog Hospital] and the position was [Doctor].

It was not clear what department the doctor was in. The handwriting in front was smeared with a black pen, and a neat black rectangle was drawn. I don’t know if the game intentionally increased the difficulty or hinted at something.

There was a pen in the pocket next to the plastic card. When Qi Si’s eyes swept over it, a line of prompt text popped up in the void:

[Please write your name]

It seems that the name of the role can be set by the player. The game still has some bottom line, and there is no threshold in such boring places as names.

Qi Si was not in a hurry to write his name, but got up from the bed and looked around.

This is an operating room, which has obviously been abandoned for a long time. Various miscellaneous items such as mops, brooms, mattresses, and washbasins are piled in the corners. The walls and corners are quite tidy, and it seems that someone cleans them frequently.

The door is half-closed, and the lights are on outside. A ray of white light leaks in from the crack of the door and hits Qi Si obliquely.

He pushed the door open and saw rows of wards arranged like refrigerators in a funeral home, and a banner with the words "Humans must control themselves" hung from the ceiling.

The walls of the corridor are inlaid with iron benches, and men and women in hospital gowns sit sporadically.

Without exception, they are pale and thin, with blue blood vessels protruding from their skinny arms, sunken and empty eyes, and teeth under pale lips are scorched yellow like soil, like zombies just dug out of a grave.

They were probably all patients of the Blue Frog Hospital. It was hard to tell what diseases they had, but it was obvious that they were in poor condition.

After seeing Qi Si, the patients made eye contact with each other. A kind of awe mixed with hostility spread in the air. Qi Si noticed it and quietly clenched the pendulum on his right wrist.

Fortunately, due to some unknown deterrence, these patients did not show any intention of making trouble in the hospital except keeping silent.

Qi Si also pretended not to see them and looked at the posters hanging on the wall.

The most eye-catching poster is a portrait of a middle-aged man in a white coat, black-rimmed glasses, and a kind smile. From the small print below, we can tell that this person is called "Cheng Ping" and he is the director of this hospital. long.

The remaining posters are all certificates and banners obtained by the hospital. They are nothing more than saving lives and healing the wounded, rejuvenating people, or meeting health standards and medical qualifications. The place where the date should be written is blank.

Qisi retreated into the room, avoiding the sight of the patients, picked up a pen and wrote the word "Cheng Ping" on the name bar of the badge.

The next second, the word "平" dissipated like ink falling into a bucket, and a line of prompt text popped up:

[You cannot have the same name as an important NPC in the dungeon]

Well, it seems that the dean is the key figure.

Qisi obediently wrote the word "an" in the blank space behind "Cheng" - [Cheng An].

This name seems to be closely related to Dean Cheng Ping. Although I don't know if it will affect the recognition of NPCs, it's not a bad idea to give it a try.

Then he picked up the glasses on the iron stand and put them on. The prescription of these glasses was not high, and he got used to it after only being dizzy for a moment, and he even felt that the world was much clearer.

He adjusted his appearance in front of the iron fire door, and the reflective iron sheet reflected his face wearing a human skin mask. He is elegant and elegant, with a touch of dark red in his pupils, looking like a college student majoring in liberal arts.

After getting ready, Zis pushed the door open again.

A nurse wearing a mask walked through another corridor. When she saw him, her eyes lit up and she quickly changed direction and walked towards him.

The nurse was wearing old white clothes, stained with stains of blood that could not be washed away. Standing on the street was definitely not associated with "saving lives and helping the wounded", but more like a perverted murderer cosplaying as a nurse.

Qisi looked at her, his head felt dizzy for no reason, and he felt like he had low blood sugar again.

The nurse stood in front of Qisi and asked with concern: "Dr. Cheng, are you feeling better after rest? You suddenly fainted on the operating table. We are all worried about you."

Zeiss then understood that he was sent to the abandoned operating room to take a rest after fainting.

Judging from the nurse's attitude, the character he plays is very popular, but I don't know if he is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, or if he is the same on the outside and on the inside.

Considering that he had just passed out once, he held his forehead and smiled palely and weakly: "It's better, thank you."

The failure rate has not increased, it seems that others have done a good job with the design.

The nurse said hesitantly: "The director already knows about your situation. He recommends that you stop working first and receive treatment with peace of mind, and then go to the operating table after you are cured."

Chiss lowered his head and said nothing.

It seemed that his fainting was not due to fatigue or hypoglycemia, but to some kind of disease. In real life, the illness is gone, but in the dungeon, the illness continues. In a sense, it is quite humorous.

However, what is his illness in this copy?

The nurse didn't wait for a reply. She just assumed that Qisi was dissatisfied with the dean's arrangement. She raised her right fist and said, "Comrade Cheng An, we all know that you work hard, but 'the sharpening of the knife does not stop the chopping of firewood.' Only then can the body continue to fight on the front line.”

"The dean has made the decision and the bed is available for you, the same one as before."

[The current task has been refreshed]

[Current task: Check into the ward as a "patient"]

Qisi's words of refusal stopped on his lips, and he wanted to ask "who is 'that'", but once he did this, the failure rate would definitely increase.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." He nodded, as if something suddenly occurred to him, and asked, "Have you finished handing over all my work?"

"The operation has been handed over to Dr. Wan. Just relax and recuperate." The nurse's voice was filled with a smile. "If you really can't sit still, just come with me for ward rounds."

This was exactly what Chiss wanted.

He smiled and said "Okay", and went straight to the nurse who was mopping the floor in the corner of the corridor with a mop. He said politely: "When you finish mopping the floor, could you please put the mop at the door of my ward?" ? I want to clean it myself."

The nurse apologized and said, "Dr. Cheng, you're so polite. I'll hold it off for you when the time comes."

"Oh, just leave it alone." The nurse said with a smile, "Dr. Cheng has such a personality, he can only rest assured if he takes care of his own hygiene."

Ziss smiled and added: "If possible, could you please hang the rag on my bed rail?"

After the nurse responded, she also joked a few words.

When you have less information, you may be wrong if you say too much. Zeiss acted as if he had just woken up and was still very weak, and maintained a peaceful silence.

He always felt that the style of this dungeon was different from the several dungeons he had experienced in the past. The NPC's behavior is too natural and real. It doesn't seem weird, but like a living person.

If he exposes a flaw, there is a high probability that he will not be able to get through as easily under the cognitive distortion of the weird game as he did in the past.

The nurse held the white-on-yellow registration book and entered each ward for rounds. Qiss followed closely behind her and inspected the environment and personnel conditions.

He found that the decoration of the wards was simple and there were no facilities such as showers, toilets, and televisions. However, there were radios on the bedside tables in several rooms, which were from the last century.

Most of the patients looked hungry and looked like they had been hungry for a long time. Along the way, you can see many pregnant women. Their bellies are only slightly bulging. They are far from the time to give birth. They don't know why they are here.

The end of the corridor is the operating room. There are gray and black stains on the rusty door, and the tiles on the edge have been damaged and fallen off. An unsettling sense of age comes to the face.

A skinny man is sitting on a chair outside the door, probably a family member of the patient.

Qi Si walked closer and heard the noisy frog calls again, but it sounded like a baby crying.

The sound seemed to come from the operating room.

He frowned slightly and stood beside the bench. Just as he was about to talk to the man, the iron door of the operating room suddenly opened in front of him.

A bed wrapped in a human figure was pushed out, accompanied by words such as "heavy bleeding" and "death", which made people feel suffocated.

And Qi Si could no longer hear more.

He saw large patches of bright red blood stains seeping out of the white sheets, and smeared in front of his eyes like free paint, quickly occupying the entire sight.

The frogs croaked with a loud bang, and it was as if countless iron pieces were filled in the brain, colliding and making sounds all the time. In front of his eyes, red and white patterns flashed, like a malfunctioning electrical screen, and fell into complete darkness after a few seconds.

Qi Si fell forward, and at the same time he finally knew what disease he had in this dungeon - or what the negative state was.

Hemophobia.

A doctor who was about to perform an operation actually had hemophobia, which was really funny.

Unfortunately, Qi Si couldn't laugh for the time being.

In the last second before his consciousness sank to the bottom, he had only one thought in his mind: If he wanted to kill someone next, could he only consider a bloodless method?

Thank you for the 1,200 coins reward from Ming'an Tusheng! Thank you for the 100 coins reward from Qi Zhining, Reese, and Fu Shichensheng! (I finally finished a new dungeon in an extremely crazy state. Who knows if it's a god or shit?)