Chapter 211 Frog Hospital (XI) Medical Records

On the way back, Qi Si moved his sight inconspicuously and observed the surroundings.

The overlapping and interlaced dense forests formed a natural wall, and the white fog rolled deeper. The only path that people could walk on was connected to the cement wall of the hospital. Even if someone led the way, they could only wander between the pond and the hospital, unable to go far or leave.

The corridor of the hospital building was dilapidated and lifeless. The corners of the first three floors, where the safety exits of the floors should be connected, were nailed with huge iron plates to block the players' sight and footsteps.

The only place in the whole building that could go was the fourth floor.

Cheng Xiaoyu went into the wide open doorway on the fourth floor and disappeared with his shadow.

Qi Si and Sun Dekuan, one after the other, once again returned to the bottom of the corridor that separated the morgue and the kitchen.

The iron bed parked in the middle of the corridor disappeared without a trace, and the iron door of the morgue was closed eerily, with the sound of iron wheels rolling from time to time.

Qi Si walked straight into the kitchen, put his hand under the faucet and rinsed it for a while, and then slowly washed the pendulum that had touched Cheng Xiaoyu.

He glanced at the time by the way, and the hour hand of the fate pocket watch pointed to a little before six in the evening - a trip to the pond seemed to take extra time.

Sun Dekuan followed Qi Si into the kitchen with his head held high, and watched the young man wash his hands in confusion, then took out the sugar jar from his backpack and poured out all the sugar inside.

He didn't understand and asked: "Brother Cheng, what are you doing?"

Qi Si put the empty sugar jar on the table, opened the lid of the iron bucket with one hand, picked up a long-handled soup spoon with the other hand, scooped out a spoonful of tadpoles from the bucket, put it on the edge of the bucket to drain the blood, and then put it under the faucet to wash it.

Sun Dekuan looked at his calm and leisurely movements, and suddenly had a terrifying guess.

Lin Chen, who was obviously familiar with Qi Si, had a task to have people eat 1,000 tadpoles. The dungeon lasted for five days, and the total intake of tadpoles on the first day was only 140, which means that at least 300 additional tadpoles needed to be eaten.

Lu Zimo had a can of tadpoles, and it looked like there were more than 300 of them. Normally, if there was a need in this regard, it could be brought to the table, and there was no need to think of a way in private, unless...

Sun Dekuan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Brother Cheng, let me be honest first, are you trying to feed people tadpoles secretly?"

Qi Si was known to be very repulsive to tadpoles, and he even risked increasing the failure rate by pouring tadpole soup in the morning. Naturally, these newly fished tadpoles would not go into his own mouth...

Qi Si said "hmm" to show his affirmation, and stared intently at the water flowing from the edge of the soup spoon until he could no longer see a trace of blood, and then he poured it out at the sink and threw a bunch of half-dead tadpoles into the sugar jar.

Sun Dekuan was shocked and relieved at Qi Si's matter-of-fact attitude. The other party even told him this plan frankly, probably already regarded him as one of his own.

He lowered his voice and reminded: "Brother Cheng, you may not know that Huang Xiaofei is not a simple woman. It seems that she has some deadly cards. If you want to place something, you'd better wait until the last day and run away after placing it..."

When he looked up, he saw Qi Si looking at him with a confused and playful look: "What are you thinking? I don't plan to feed it to others."

The young man tightened the lid of the sugar jar and sighed: "The tadpole may have a problem. I don't believe that the dean doesn't know this. He has too much home advantage and information advantage. If you don't want to fall into a passive position, you have to find a way to drag him into the water."

Sun Dekuan felt that he understood something, but he was still confused and unsure. After all, he didn't dare to expose his IQ, and quickly gave a thumbs up: "So that's it. I'm not saying that this trick is high!"

"It's just an idea. The specific effect depends on how it is implemented." Qi Si smiled meaningfully, put the sugar jar back into the backpack, and put the soup spoon back in place before walking to the kitchen door.

Sun Dekuan didn't want to stay in the kitchen any longer, so he turned around and walked out the door.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the light in the corridor seemed to dim a little, and the gray color was like a cloudy afternoon.

The moment Qi Si stepped over the threshold, a familiar feeling of dizziness surged up like a tide, as if sailing on a rough sea.

The color in front of him twisted like a whirlpool, changing from gray to completely black in a few seconds. Qi Si fell backwards, but did not fall to the ground as he imagined.

His back hit the cold and hard bed board, and his limbs were placed on his sides. It seemed that he did not fall suddenly, but had been lying on this bed board for a long time.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with moldy smell filled his nose, and a bad premonition arose from the unknown situation. Qi Si opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the white coat on his body and the sundries in the corner.

He seemed to have returned to the abandoned operating room where he had just entered the dungeon a day ago, with the same posture and physical sensation.

The time on the fate pocket watch showed six o'clock in the evening, and the [Failure Rate] in the upper left corner of the line of sight was still 25%, indicating that what happened just now was not a simple time reversal.

Maybe the dungeon was refreshed, and the various arrangements returned to the original state a day ago; or maybe some mechanism was triggered, and the whole person was teleported to a specific location; there is also the worst possibility, which is -

I died once inexplicably, but because the role-playing failure rate was not full, I did not die completely and returned to the living point.

Qi Si tended to the first explanation. After all, the crisis triggering mechanism of opening the door to kill is too luck-testing.

"My memory is still there, and others should be about the same. I just don't know whether the memory of the NPC and ghosts in the dungeon is preserved..."

The black-haired young man speculated endlessly, put on a white coat and flat-rimmed glasses, and pushed out the door.

In the familiar corridor, skinny patients sat in a row on the bench outside the ward door, looking at Qiss with the same hostile eyes as on the first day.

They didn't seem to remember that such a scene had happened before, and their expressions were as ignorant as if they were meeting for the first time, with just the right amount of consideration.

——Just like the NPCs in third-rate online games on the market that are refreshed at regular intervals.

This time, Qiss pretended not to feel the threat and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Have you eaten tadpoles today?"

The patients looked at each other for a long time, and finally a small man sneered: "I've eaten it every day, but it's of no use..."

As he spoke, his voice gradually became more crying: "My mother-in-law is still pregnant, and she is still going to go into this hellish place, and she is going to be killed by you..."

Zeiss interrupted him and asked, "Did you drink tadpole soup this morning?"

As soon as these words came out, all the patients turned their faces and stared directly at Qiss.

They talked a lot.

"What tadpole soup? Tadpoles are medicine, how can you make soup?"

"We don't drink soup in the morning, we only drink water, but my mother-in-law does have soup..."

The original male patients in the hospital did not need to drink tadpole soup in the morning, but the players, regardless of gender, were each given a bowl of tadpole soup and were required to drink it all.

Is it a special treatment that only belongs to the character played by the player, or is the player's role discovered by a certain entity and taking measures?

Although the prompt text of the weird game does not mention this aspect, similar hidden dangers may not exist.

Qisi has a vague feeling that the game system does not have very high control over this copy. The failure rate is modified according to the real-time situation. The information provided is also something that players can infer. The main tasks are step by step. of……

Weird Game seems to be exploring this dungeon simultaneously with the player. It knows more limited information than the player, and can only induce the player to do something to help it achieve a certain purpose.

To use a vivid metaphor, this feeling is like a serial writer without an outline, who often only knows the plot two hours in advance of the reader...

Therefore, it is very reasonable for the system to prompt that it does not know certain situations.

"Dr. Cheng, are you feeling better after rest? You suddenly fainted on the operating table. We are all worried about you." A nurse with blood on her white clothes came from a distance, saying something about the first day Exactly the same lines.

Chiss smiled at the patients calmly, as if it was just a normal doctor-patient interaction.

He looked at the nurse and asked bluntly: "The director suggested that I stop working and receive treatment. The ward is still No. 404, right?"

The nurse was robbed of her line, but did not show any abnormality. She continued like a normal chat: "Yes, yes, it turns out you already know. I thought I would have to persuade you for a long time."

Qisi was noncommittal and walked towards the direction of ward No. 404 in his memory. The nurse followed him, talking non-stop along the way: "Oh, Dr. Cheng, the director said you just put too much mental pressure on yourself. That surgery was really bad." It's not your fault."

"You performed the entire operation in compliance with the surgical specifications without making any mistakes. You even took your own blood and gave it to Wang Ying. It can be said that you have done your best. Wang Ying's life is not good, and her family can't understand it..."

Wang Ying?

Ziss heard a new name. Based on the context, he could tell that this was the woman he saw in the vision, dying on the operating table.

Through the rule of elimination, it can be determined that the "Xu Qing" appearing in the prompt text is one of the pregnant ghosts in the corridor at night.

But this is no longer important, it is enough to know that this ghost is connected to the dean.

The nurse was still chattering: "Those people really can't figure it out. This is a policy set by the superiors. We are only responsible for executing it. How can we be blamed?"

"I feel really sorry for you. It's not easy to work at the grassroots level. You are not a human being inside and outside, and you don't want to please anyone..."

Suddenly, a blue frog jumped out from the gap in the wall, its cheeks bulging in anticipation of the pedestrians passing by.

The nurse was startled and stopped talking.

Chiss spoke at the right time: "I heard that people who hurt frogs will be cursed. You said that operations in our hospital always fail. Is it because the patients ate tadpoles and were cursed by the frogs?"

The nurse was stunned for a moment, then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, Dr. Cheng, I guess they were cursed for eating tadpoles, which is why they ended up like this..."

Ziss interrupted: "I heard from several patients that our hospital secretly purchases some tadpoles from the Green Frog Hospital and uses them as medicine. Is this true?"

"How is that possible?" The nurse chuckled, "It's obviously because they are superstitious, thinking that eating fourteen tadpoles can prevent pregnancy. We all said that tadpoles have parasites, and they still have to find someone to buy them from outside in private. "

Qisi clearly remembered that yesterday a nurse called Lu Zimo out and handed him a jar of tadpoles and three sets of hospital gowns.

He smiled pretending to be funny: "I guess it's because those patients spread rumors. I'm a little nervous. But I heard that there is a custom of drinking tadpole soup in some places. I don't know how it is done."

He turned his head to look at the nurse beside him, studying the latter's expression.

The confusion on the nurse's face didn't seem to be fake: "Tadpole soup? Can you drink this kind of thing?"

Chiss stopped talking and continued to move forward at a slow pace. The first two digits of the room number along the corridor changed from "42" to "41", and Room 404 is at the end of the corridor not far away.

The nurse smiled and said, "Dr. Cheng, I will send you here. You can rest in peace and recover. I'm leaving first."

Qisi watched her leave with an expressionless face, and then walked towards the destination.

During the conversation just now, there were many things about him that did not fit in with the gentle persona that he tried out yesterday. He seemed distant and a little aggressive.

The performance failure rate has not changed at all.

"Normally speaking, a person's personality is diverse. Even if one day he suddenly behaves differently than before, as a semi-stranger in the relationship between colleagues, he will only think that the other person is in a bad mood, or has encountered something. There will be no unnecessary doubts.”

"Being suspicious just because of a different behavior, unless it's 'shoot first and then draw the target', knowing in advance that something may happen. Or simply - there is something wrong in your mind."

Some speculations emerged in Qisi's mind. He stopped in front of the ward door, raised his hand and pushed the door open.

Huang Xiaofei, Lu Zimo and Sun Dekuan were sitting peacefully on their respective beds. The situation was very different from the first day, but their faces showed varying degrees of solemnity.

When Sun Dekuan saw Qisi, he seemed to finally have a backbone, and whispered: "Oh my God, I suddenly fainted while walking just now. What happened?"

No one paid any attention to him.

On the bed against the wall, Huang Xiaofei asked lazily: "The main mission of [Searching for the Statue of the Holy Son] was triggered by you, right? Not long after that, we fainted and were lying here when we woke up." Now, you don’t know anything, do you?”

"Well, I don't know anything." Qisi said honestly.

He sat down by the bed, looking across Sun Dekuan at the jar of tadpoles on Lu Zimo's bedside table: "On the way here, I asked the nurse, and she claimed that these tadpoles were not provided by their hospital, but that the patients were superstitious and thought It can be used as a contraceptive, so I buy it privately.”

"Impossible." Huang Xiaofei looked at Qisi suspiciously, "You also made the call yesterday. The Green Frog Hospital made it clear that they would be responsible for raising tadpoles to supply to us."

"Someone lied." Zis said. "I also heard the news that many patients died on the operating table just because they hurt the frogs and were cursed. Taking tadpoles also meets the conditions for triggering the curse."

He lowered his eyes and added with a smile: "Of course, these words are just my one-sided words. It's up to you to believe it or not."

A heavy atmosphere spread in the ward, and Lu Zimo cast an inquiring look at Huang Xiaofei.

Sun Dekuan looked at Qisi, unsure of the intention behind his words, intending to act based on his expression.

After half a minute of lag, Huang Xiaofei said calmly: "Let's cooperate. You should also feel that it is not easy to complete the main task. There will be many crises in the next four days. Only by sharing information can we solve the mystery. Cooperation is the best option.”

Qisi remained calm and stared at her with a half-smile.

Huang Xiaofei stood up, neither humble nor overbearing: "I made a mistake in judging the situation of this dungeon before, and Yelang was arrogant. I would like to apologize to you. But we still have a lot of experience in clearing the dungeon and the ability to deal with emergencies. Advantage, you need us as much as we need you."

She pulled out four pieces of white paper covered with scrawled writing from under the pillow and handed it to Qisi: "Zimo and I secretly sneaked into the archives and found the medical records of the four of us and transcribed them. It may have some reference value."

Qisi took the white paper and put it aside without looking at it: "Just like you can't believe the authenticity of what I said, I can't judge the authenticity of this clue. After all, it has not been converted into prompt text on the system interface. Refresh on.”

Huang Xiaofei said: "I can take you to the archives tomorrow."

"But we can't be sure. The medical records will still be there tomorrow, right?" Qisi narrowed his eyes and smiled, not concealing the calculation in his eyes. "What I want to say is - I have a contract skill that can guarantee cooperation. Both parties abide by the agreement, what do you think?"

The long bloody contract scroll loomed in the air, with a series of terms conducive to cooperation including mutual trust written on it.

The words seem to be logical and reasonable, but on the contrary, they feel suspicious and like a trap, just waiting for people to dive into it.

Huang Xiaofei read the terms and conditions over and over again, guessing the origin and level of this skill, her eyebrows dim and unclear.

Lu Zimo sat next to him like a ghost and looked gloomy. At this moment, he suddenly said, "No problem!"

He looked directly into Qisi's eyes, with a hint of something special in his eyes: "Cheng An, if my sister doesn't want to, I can sign with you..."

"Zimo." Huang Xiaofei gave her cousin a warning look, and when she looked back her eyes were calm, "Cheng An, I can sign a contract with you on these terms, but I have two conditions: First, use the contract I’ll copy it with the pen and paper I brought; secondly, the original will be mine.”