stonecrandall Chapter 567 This is unfair! Cheating!
Chapter 567 This is unfair! Cheating!
The male doctor casually slapped Kuroki twice across the face.
Kuroki's eyelids twitched, and a muffled groan escaped his throat.
The doctor patted the middle-aged fat man twice more, and the fat man barely opened his eyelids a crack, staring unfocusedly at the ceiling.
"Don't stand there in a daze," the doctor said coldly, tucking the record board under his arm.
"Section Chief Su has already reserved work positions for you two today. Hurry up and get to work according to the instructions on your watches."
"Failure to arrive on time will result in consequences at your own risk."
Hideto Kuroki struggled to raise his right hand, and the watch on his wrist lit up. A line of text slowly appeared on the screen: [Corpse Transporter].
His face suddenly stiffened—he had just gotten up from the electrocution bed and was about to move the body?
The middle-aged fat man also flipped his wrist, and the dial displayed: [Proctologist].
He hadn't yet realized what those five words meant, his eyes were blank.
Kuroki Hideto glanced at the fat man's watch face, a weak but meaningful smile curving his lips. He reached out and patted the man's shoulder, his voice hoarse:
"Congratulations, you're going to be a very charismatic person today!"
The fat man was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale.
The doctor put away the record board and turned to walk towards the door.
Lin Feng's pupils contracted, and he grabbed Wasim's sleeve and darted back to 214.
The door was pushed open.
The doctor walked in, holding a dark blue folder in his hand, and his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses coldly swept over the two of them.
"Lin Feng? Wasim?"
The two nodded in agreement.
He pulled up a chair, sat between the two hospital beds, and opened the medical records in his hand.
"Don't be nervous. I will ask you a few questions. Just answer them truthfully, and I will assess your mental state."
The two swallowed hard, their saliva dry, and nodded.
The doctor began asking questions.
"First question, where are we?"
Lin Feng answered calmly, "This should be Yongshan Hospital."
Wasim followed closely behind: "The Psychiatric Department of Yongshan Hospital."
The doctor nodded and wrote a few words on the document.
"Second question. Do you feel like someone wants to harm you? Or do you feel like everything around you is orchestrated?"
Lin Feng paused for a second: "No."
Wasim shook his head: "No."
"Third question. Have you been experiencing insomnia, nightmares, or recurring thoughts lately?"
Lin Feng: "I have insomnia, but it's not serious."
Wasim: "I had nightmares, but I can't remember what they were like."
Fourth question: Can you distinguish between reality and dreams?
Lin Feng: "I can tell the difference."
Wasim: "It's alright, anyway, I didn't feel like I was dreaming when I was awake."
Fifth question: Do you frequently feel wary of strangers?
Lin Feng: "I've always been easygoing and never be wary of others without reason."
Wasim: "We only stay on guard against people who behave strangely; we don't keep an eye on ordinary people."
Sixth question: Are you always worried about encountering unexpected disasters?
Lin Feng: "Let nature take its course; I won't worry unnecessarily."
Wasim: "What's meant to happen will happen, and I rarely overthink things."
Seventh question: Do you believe your destiny is controlled by external forces?
Lin Feng: "Fate is in your own hands."
Wasim: "I only trust my own choices."
"Eighth question: Are your emotions usually stable? Do you suddenly become angry or depressed?"
Lin Feng: "My emotions are generally stable, with very few major ups and downs."
Wasim: "I've maintained a relatively peaceful mindset."
The doctor quickly wrote a few lines, looked them up and stared at them for a moment, then closed the folder.
"Diagnosis: Severe paranoia, accompanied by intermittent persecutory delusions and anxiety disorder."
"You are very ill and need to receive electroconvulsive therapy."
Wasim's face turned green instantly.
"Wait, doctor, I answered every question perfectly, where did this paranoia come from?!"
The doctor gave him a cold, sidelong glance: "Are you the doctor, or am I?!"
Just as the doctor got up to operate the wooden case, a series of staggering footsteps came from the doorway.
Kuroki Hideto leaned against the door frame, his legs still trembling, and the wet stains on his crotch hadn't been cleaned up yet.
He looked up and saw Lin Feng and Vassim lying on the hospital bed, the doctor preparing to put electrode pads on them. A weak yet satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
That smile carried a twisted, almost malicious sense of satisfaction.
"Haha...you guys...are going to experience the same pain as me..."
Just then, Lin Feng reached into his personal space and pulled out a stack of strange coins.
Lin Feng handed the strange coins to the doctor, his tone polite and natural:
"Doctor, I'm worried the ghost coins will be burned when the electric shock is administered."
"Could you please keep these ten thousand ghost coins for me?"
"As for the timeframe... let's say ten thousand years, is that convenient for you?"
The doctor's eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses lit up, like a cat spotting a fish.
He grabbed the stack of counterfeit coins, quickly stuffed them into his white coat pocket, and then pressed them down firmly.
He then cleared his throat, his professional expression returning to normal:
"I just remembered—this electroconvulsive therapy machine needs maintenance."
"Your treatment today... will be changed to mindfulness meditation."
Wasim breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Feng reached into his spatial storage again and pulled out another ten thousand ghost coins:
"Doctor, Vassim and I didn't sleep well last night, and we both have stiff necks. They hurt terribly."
"Could you please ask two pretty nurses to give us a massage?"
The doctor's eyes lit up again, and he quickly took the strange coin and put it in his pocket:
"No problem, you wait here, I'll arrange for two beautiful technicians... cough cough... nurses to come over. They're very skilled, I guarantee you'll feel very comfortable after the massage."
Hideto Kuroki, who was outside the door, witnessed the whole thing.
His mouth was agape, his eyes first filled with blankness, then disbelief, and finally a kind of intense, burning—splitting sensation.
"You..." He pointed a trembling finger at Lin Feng, "You...cheated...! You actually bribed the doctor...!"
His voice went from hoarse to shrill:
"Why—we were electrocuted and lost control of our bladders and bowels—and you're lying here—receiving massages from pretty nurses—it's not fair—! This isn't fair—! Cheating—! I'm going to expose you!"
The doctor turned around and appeared in front of Kuroki in a flash.
With his left hand, he grabbed Kuroki by the collar and swung his right hand down in a wide arc.
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound.
Kuroki's head suddenly tilted to the right, and two teeth flew out of his mouth, bounced off the wall of the corridor, and rolled into the shadows in the corner.
He staggered and crashed into the opposite wall, covering his face, blood trickling from between his fingers.
"If you don't want to die," the doctor stared at him, his voice low but each word like a nail driven into bone, "swallow your tongue."