Chapter 42 Sleep Sanatorium: Stop being a bitch

Author: Bai Siam conductor

The cynicism and sarcasm of the old patients were not important to Mr. Chung. The only thing he was worried about was the sanitary conditions in the room, especially the lower beds that the old patients gave them as "charities".

Mr. Chong stood beside the lower bunk holding the mattress and hesitated for a long time. He looked at Xiaoqiang and spiders escaping randomly on the bed, as well as some unknown yellow stains, and his face turned pale.

Gu Yan made the bed and caught a glimpse of Mr. Chung who seemed to be petrified. He felt ecstatic in his heart.

He finally discovered the weakness of this weirdo. He didn't expect that the big man who didn't even utter a sound when his wounds were so deep that his bones were visible, actually had mysophobia!

Mr. Chong knew that it was not that he couldn't accept such accommodation conditions, but when he was a cat, he used to clean himself very well. If he was allowed to lie on such a bed, he would have to do it in advance.

A little psychological building.

He could only throw the mattress away casually, barely covering up the unknown dirt and cobwebs, and silently said that out of sight is quiet.

When the new patients were almost ready, a series of footsteps came from the corridor on the second floor, followed by the announcement from the radio in each clinic:

"Due to the late arrival of new patients, a roll call in the injection room has been temporarily added tonight. All patients are asked to go back to their rooms and wait."

Mr. Chong was sitting on the lower bunk when he heard the patient on the upper bunk kicking the bed board under him in dissatisfaction and muttering, "Here we go again. These nurses in the injection room are the most annoying. Every time they come, we...

It will be even more difficult at night.”

The footsteps gradually approached, and the door of Room 213 was quickly pushed open, and three nurses in pink coats walked in. They were tightly wrapped and even carried small oxygen machines. They seemed to be afraid of being infected by the patients in the consulting room.

Same.

Even so, Mr. Chung could vaguely see half of the nurses' faces through the protective masks on their faces. He saw that their complexions were withered and yellow, and their eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, which were as turbid as a pot of boiled food.

Red bean porridge.

"Are you new here?" the lead nurse asked, pointing at Cherry.

As soon as Cherry nodded, he was held hostage by two other nurses, one on the left and one on the right. Just as he struggled, the leading nurse took out a heart-shaped badge-like thing from the cart they brought.

, pressed it on Cherry’s heart!

The other two nurses started working right and left. One sterilized Cherry's little finger and started drawing blood, while the other pulled out the wires that came with the badge and fixed it on Cherry's whole body with bandages.

Those red and blue wires were like spider webs on the bed, densely covered in a radial pattern all over his upper body.

Then the nurse immediately pressed the button on the remote control in her hand. Cherry frowned, her body tensed up, and the veins on her chest popped out, as if she was suffering from great labor pain.

Other new patients also underwent a similar series of operations and had the heart-shaped badge installed on their chests.

When the nurse finally installed the wires for Chong Jun, Chong Jun turned his back to her and asked in a low voice, "Are these things used to detect our heart rate?"

The nurse said without raising her head, "Yes."

Mr. Chung chuckled sullenly, "Will you monitor us all day long?"

The nurse paused for a moment before denying it, "It's impossible. The [heart rate monitor] cannot be on all day long. It's always off during the day and only turns on at night."

Mr. Chung was silent for a moment, "Why is it night?"

The nurse didn't seem to want to continue answering, but she still explained patiently, "Don't you know? Nighttime is the peak period for [syncope]."

Jun Chong also realized the NPC's impatience, so he planned to end the routine early, "Last question, beautiful lady, will the sanatorium really guarantee that we will recover? What are the criteria for recovery? Do you no longer want to [sleep]?

?”

The nurse simply stood up and said, "You have more than one question, sir."

Mr. Chung smiled at her sheepishly.

There's no other way, it's just a cliché, why not be more cheeky?

"I can only tell you that the sleep sanatorium treats all patients equally and will definitely allow you to leave well."

When the lead nurse heard this, her withered face suddenly turned red, and her lips pursed into a tight line. Mr. Chong stared at her for a while, but she didn't say a word.

After the nurses left, the dead silence in the room changed and there was commotion again.

Mr. Chong touched the detector on his chest and felt uncomfortable all over. This heart-shaped gadget was like a blood-sucking bug, clinging to his skin and biting the flesh.

He opened the World Store and quickly browsed through his memory to find the painkiller.

It was obvious that Cherry and the others felt the same as him, and their first reaction was to use medicine to relieve the pain.

But the World Store brought them some shocks besides the plot.

The cursors of [Hemostatic Potion] and all the props used for [Sedation] have all turned gray and entered the [This copy cannot be used] state.

In this dungeon, players cannot use props to restore health.

What's more, if you are fighting alone, without the help of teammates, the mortality rate will greatly increase!

Of course, this situation also caused the value of the recovery mage to rise in the dungeon.

The dull announcement sounded again on the radio:

"Due to the late arrival of new patients, the canteen of the nursing home is temporarily open. New patients can go to the canteen with their name tags to dine."

Mr. Chung rubbed his nose and took several deep breaths to adjust to the pain in his chest. This broadcast seemed to be a voice from heaven, providing him with a perfect opportunity.

He was able to meet Zhang Quanrui in advance.

The way he and Zhang Quanrui exchange information will not be restricted by the separation between the two places, but the best way is to meet. After all, Zhang Quanrui's "Panel Switch" is the same as Wang Shilin's "Alternating Current". After using it, regardless of whether it is successful or not, you will lose physical strength.

In the absence of recovery potions, it is more important to preserve health and stamina.

He stood up and met Wang Shilin's gaze, "Let's go, let's go eat."

Go down to the first floor and exit the inpatient department, pass through the entrance corridor, and the hall to the west is the cafeteria. The windows of the cafeteria face a small square with a flower garden, and outside the flower garden is the parking lot.

Chong Jun guessed that the small square should be their outdoor activity place. In this way, the area of ​​​​the nursing home is not large, and the layout of the inpatient department where they are located is even more cramped.

How can such a sleep sanatorium accommodate so many [sleeping people] from Fibroid City?

The only possibility is that in the sanatorium, the [Sleeping Man] has a very high probability of recovery.

It is not ruled out that the medical methods may be shrewd, and the "recovery standard" that Chung Jun has always suspected is also a giant.

The restaurant, like the inpatient department, was filled with a rancid smell, but this time Mr. Chong quickly identified the source of the smell.

On the fence outside the square, there was a row of rotting corpses covered with body spots. Their expressions were frightened and frightened, as if they had suffered a lot of pain during their lives, and they could hardly close their eyes after death. They were either lying on their backs or leaning over.

Clinging to the fence.

"Have you seen those patients who didn't get a treatment slot and still tried to crawl into the nursing home from the parking lot?"

A nurse behind Mr. Chung said with a contemptuous sneer on his face, "They don't know that when the security guards see someone on the fence, they usually turn on the power grid immediately and maximize the current!"

At this moment, Chung Jun confirmed his previous guess.

Xincheng's medical assistance is a scam, far from the charity it appears to be.

The cafeteria was a buffet, and Chong Jun picked out some vegetarian dishes. When he sat down with the plate, he still didn't see Zhang Quanrui.

He simply reorganized the information he already knew.

[Be the last patient in the clinic to leave the nursing home]

【Finding ways to relieve pain】

and【Diagnostic criteria for recovery】

Unexpectedly, after he waited for nearly twenty minutes, Zhang Quanrui walked into the cafeteria with a pale face and happened to bump into him.

Before Mr. Chong could speak, Zhang Quanrui grabbed his shoulders.

His voice was trembling as he said, "Chongjun, I saw those [guys]."

The spoon in Mr. Chong's hand fell onto the iron dinner plate, making a crisp sound.

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