The hospital seen by doctors and patients is completely different.
The originally empty file cabinets are suddenly stuffed with medical records. The pasty walls crawl with flame-shaped and eerie patterns. A statue is placed directly in front of the examination bed, and when a patient lies down on the bed, they are at the feet of the statue, resembling a sacrifice to a deity.
The statue has strong feminine features, with a charred and mottled color as if burned all over. The face is blurred by the burns, lacking the usual dignity and compassion of typical religious statues. The twisted face reveals an extremely painful and grotesque emotion as if constantly enduring immense torment, glaring at everything in the world with resentment and malevolence.
Little Darling manipulates the statue with its tentacles. In its perception, this thing is extremely strange, like a dead and decaying corpse, yet also like something with surging vitality inside. It’s the kind of thing that is both tasty and not tasty, and it’s unclear if it can be eaten.
It pokes Third Flora, wanting to ask how the butterfly of its younger brother sees it. Third Flora touches the butterfly and tastes the juice it produces. Indeed, the taste is sweet and rich, indicating that there is something to the statue. But whether its brothers can eat this thing is something it’s unsure of at the moment.
—If these brats had eaten a fruit called sugarcane, they would know how to describe this statue.
Xu Yintang doesn’t pay much attention to the statue. He focuses on searching for the medical record of Xu ZhongPing with the number 2222 in the file cabinet. Since Xu ZhongPing came in recently, it should be easy to find. The responsible doctor’s name, Dr. Wang, has automatically changed to Xu Yintang’s name. He flips through the record and changes the latest treatment plan to inpatient observation.
The moment the medical record is modified, the nurse who was guiding Xu ZhongPing to the treatment room stops in her tracks.
Her gaze is bewildered, shaking her head as if wondering why she’s here. She looked down at the trembling Xu ZhongPing, subconsciously checking the number. She realized that today’s treatment list didn’t have the number 2222, so she quickly guided Xu ZhongPing back to the ward before anyone noticed.
This patient looks foolish, like a mute. As long as she doesn’t say anything, no one will know she almost grabbed the wrong person.
Yu Kongyou breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xu ZhongPing being sent back to the ward halfway. He knew that Xu Yintang had successfully completed what they agreed upon – he helped Xu Yintang get the appointment letter, and Xu Yintang helped Xu ZhongPing escape the continuous “treatment.”
Soon, Yu Kongyou noticed that the ward belonging to Xu Yintang next door was empty. The number 3021 on the door has also disappeared, but no one seems to notice anything unusual, as if this ward was always meant to be vacant, and the patient with the number 3021 never existed.
…
—No, at least one person noticed something unusual.
Xu Yintang quickly received a message saying, “Dr. Xu, your mother wants to see you.” The nurse urged him to hurry to the third ward, with the only difference from when he was a patient being the absence of a caregiver constantly monitoring him.
“Okay, I’ll be right there,” Xu Yintang dismissed the nurse. Before leaving this time, he put Little Darling and Second Treasure into the pet space, while Third Flora lurked in the shadows ready for action.
He wasn’t sure how Tian Jiao would react to his change in identity. In the worst-case scenario, he might have to let his offspring eat her.
If possible, Xu Yintang wanted to avoid that. It’s not that his self-hypnotized affection for survival under Tian Jiao’s hands affected his judgment; it’s just that before figuring out Tian Jiao’s connection with this hospital, rashly taking action could backfire.
Xu Yintang had no sense of preferring death over loss of freedom.
Before leaving, he picked up the white coat hanging on the coat rack at the door. Dr. Wang was a bit shorter and rounder than him, but the white coat that originally belonged to Dr. Wang seemed tailor-made for him.
Xu Yintang even found an ID card in the pocket, with his name on it, and the position listed as attending physician.
He hung the ID card on his chest and checked his reflection in the shadow of the window, looking somewhat like a doctor. As he walked out, both caregivers and nurses respectfully called him “Dr. Xu,” and the patients brought in for follow-up looked at him with fear as if he were some kind of monster or demon.
No one noticed that under Xu Yintang’s white coat, he still wore the patient’s gown that he hadn’t changed. He smoothly made his way from the first ward to the third ward.
The path to the third ward was still dim and difficult to navigate. Xu Yintang patiently turned left and right, up and down stairs. He could even find the graffiti he left on the walls from his childhood—those crooked “run” characters that resembled elongated vines.
Looking at those traces, he couldn’t help but laugh at his childishness back then.
Xu Yintang spent most of his life in this building. It was his childhood room and playground, as well as a place of fear, nightmares, and solace.
Although calling it solace might not be entirely accurate, he did discover that one day he wouldn’t constantly think about escaping, nor would he feel jealous of the children his mother brought home with the question, “Why me?”
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He learned to appreciate the art formed by malice and filth in the hospital, much like a plant learning to accept the reality that it is born to be connected to mud, while still looking up to see the scenery in the sky.
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This was a secret passage that patients couldn’t see or access. So, sometimes Xu Yintang would clearly see a caregiver appearing from that intersection, but no matter how he searched, he could only find a high wall.
He looked at one side leading to his mother’s room, turned around, and walked into the junction he had often hesitated at but never entered.
The dark corridor emitted a stagnant, musty smell. It felt stuffy and cramped, like stepping into a hidden passage buried in the ground between the walls. Through the faint light on Third Flora’s wings, the colorful and eerie murals on the walls were vaguely visible.
The mural depicted a sacrificial scene – a tall woman, charred all over, standing in the flames, stepping on a platform built of skulls. Many tiny figures surrounded her, bowing and worshipping. Slaves, with ropes around their necks like livestock, were thrown into the fire. The rolling black smoke formed twisted and agonizing faces.
The image exuded a fully evil and bizarre atmosphere. In the dim light, faces in the painting swayed in the shadows, giving the impression that one could hear a chorus of countless wailing cries. A chill surged up the throat as if being dragged into the mural to be burned alive.
Xu Yintang gazed up at the charred face of the woman on the mural, suddenly feeling someone pressing against his lower back from behind.
“Don’t move!”
A man’s voice, rough and low, commanded. Xu Yintang could feel a slight sting as the tip of a knife grazed his skin. He obediently stopped, raising his hands. “Who are you?”
“Shut up!” Huang Anfu panted heavily, threatening harshly, “Take me to the basement!”
He had infiltrated the hospital, not to deliver groceries but with the intention of avoiding the hospital staff. With those two kids serving as shields, as long as he acted carefully and used the secret passage where caregivers couldn’t enter, he wouldn’t get caught. The doctor in front of him was like a key, willingly offering himself.
The place he needed to go had to be accessible only to internal hospital staff.
Startled by Huang Anfu, Xu Yintang stammered, “Wh-what basement?”
“Stop pretending!” Huang Anfu pushed the knife forward.
“There’s no second basement in the third ward!”
Xu Yintang hesitated, “I really don’t know about any basement. I just started today…”
He wasn’t lying. He had never seen any basement in the third ward, and even Third Flora, puzzled, claimed that butterflies covered every corner of the building, but they hadn’t found any path leading underground.
Huang Anfu cursed and threatened, “If you don’t want to die, show me the way.”
Xu Yintang nodded obediently, following Huang Anfu’s instructions to navigate through the passage. Even if he had to run into the wall, he was supposed to do it with determination. Behind the wall was an even more hidden passage, with faces on the mural becoming more densely ugly. Distorted and deformed, they seemed to be peeking out from the other side of the wall, eager to burst out and choose their victims.
This was a space even Third Flora hadn’t discovered, causing Third Flora to continuously tremble, and its scales to fall off like fluttering petals. Especially when it discovered that the faces in the wall would attack the butterflies—although the butterflies flew fast, losing only one or two, it still frightened Third Flora, who had never suffered any losses since birth.
Subconsciously, it summoned groups of butterflies from the hospital, flocking towards the shadow of Xu Yintang’s figure, attempting to make itself look bigger and stronger, like a small animal trying to puff up its fur to appear larger and more formidable.
The sound of numerous flapping wings gradually drowned out the eerie groans in the passage, and the scattering scales sparkled like exploding sparks. The passage suddenly seemed like a rushing waterfall, with white spray slamming against the walls, producing a deafening thunderous roar.
Huang Anfu was scared out of his wits. His face turned pale, and his legs went soft, kneeling on the ground and repeatedly knocking his head against the woman in the mural, muttering words like “Forgive me, Lady Ghost,” as if Third Flora’s butterflies were manifestations of the “Lady Ghost” he spoke of.
Xu Yintang had to stop and take some time to calm the panicked Third Flora. He then lifted the weakened Huang Anfu. “Where do we go next?”
Trembling, Huang Anfu cautiously raised his eyes to look up. With half of Xu Yintang’s face shrouded in shadow, he smiled at Huang Anfu, exuding a sinister and icy presence, not quite human.
—In his shadow, countless butterflies folded their wings, sucking in his fragile consciousness, suppressing the fear.
…
At the end of the corridor was a door, adorned with a more exquisite sacrificial scene. The burning flames were a bright red, resembling splattered blood. The woman immersed in it changed from standing to sitting, surrounded by grotesque faces that seemed to both worship and restrain her. The woman’s twisted and contorted face, burned into a mass, vividly conveyed a chilling sense of fear.
Huang Anfu’s pale face flushed with fanatic fervor. He knelt on the ground, continuously knocking his head while muttering something like scripture. He cut his wrist, smearing blood on the door.
“Lady Ghost, born from the fire, unharmed by the raging flames, her body charred but her spirit persists…”
“The flesh itself is the idol, the fire scene the altar. It shall receive the offering of flesh and blood… The idol remains indestructible, the altar enduring forever…”
As Xu Yintang listened, a deep contemplation crossed his eyes. He felt he had grasped a crucial thread in the tangled mess, and with a gentle pull, the hospital’s mystery might be unraveled.
After Huang Anfu finished his muttered words, he eagerly pushed open the door. A wave of heat, accompanied by the intense scent of burning, rushed out. Before he could clearly see what was inside, Huang Anfu was burnt into a piece of charcoal. The scene inside was filled with flames, crimson as fresh blood.
…
White beddings, soft cushions, cute rocking horses, scattered dolls, picture books…
Behind the door was the familiar decor of Tian Jiao’s room that Xu Yintang knew so well.
In the center of the room, a statue, made from stacked skulls, sat on a high platform. The statue, charred and mottled, exuded an elegant posture like a figure sitting on a lotus. Fresh blood flowed like a stream through the cracks, igniting flames in the air.
Xu Yintang recognized it – the statue of the Lady Ghost and the unrelieved corpse of Tian Jiao burned by the intense fire.
He stood quietly at the doorway, gazing at the statue. How should he describe the statue’s expression…
Resentful, angry, despairing, and ferocious…
Suddenly, Xu Yintang softened his gaze, smiling gently, “Mom, I’ve come to see you.”
The statue remained motionless, but the room echoed with the laughter of a woman.
‘Tangtang… Mom’s good child…’
‘Come over… come over…’
“Okay, Mom.”
The flames, as if alive, retreated from Xu Yintang. He walked over, eyes fixed on the statue, seemingly seeing the youthful and beautiful face of the woman through his eyes.
“Mom…” Xu Yintang reached out, touching the cheek of the statue as if bewitched. In an instant, his fingertips were burned, a layer of skin peeling off, and blood dripped onto the face of the statue.
The statue suddenly rose, lightning-fast, knocking him to the ground. Its mouth, filled with sharp fangs that almost traversed its entire face, viciously tore into Xu Yintang’s skin, greedily swallowing his fresh blood.
Blood… more, I need more…
The searing sensation of the skin being burned was excruciatingly painful. Xu Yintang, in pain, looked at the figure appearing at the door. He even had the mood to greet.
“Director Huang, long time no see.”
Wearing a white coat, Huang Shiping maintained his usual appearance.
Huang Shiping looked at Xu Yintang, about to be devoured by the statue, shook his head and sighed, “You’re too impatient.”
This was the child who survived the longest under the Lady Ghost’s control, so long that he wondered how much longer this child could survive. If Xu Yintang hadn’t found this place, Huang Shiping might have accepted the existence of this “Doctor Xu” himself.
Xu Yintang didn’t respond to him, seemingly having lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss. His lips moved, muttering incomprehensible nonsense, almost resembling the roar of some kind of animal.
The overly bright flames obscured Huang Shiping’s line of sight. He couldn’t see the strange web-like patterns spreading on the statue. The statue, sensing something, attempted to break free but was firmly restrained by Xu Yintang the next moment.
“Mom, don’t leave yet.”
The young voice was hoarse, letting a sense of intense disgust and hatred spread in his words for the first time.
“We agreed on this, to hang ourselves together…”
“Even until death, it won’t change.”
…
[Skill “Flesh Regeneration” used successfully.]
[Modification of the material “Lady Ghost Statue” completed, obtaining the item “Lady Ghost’s Cocoon”.]
[Seed retrieval in progress…]
[Adaptation seed found: Semi-Phantom Deity 1, Undying Zealot 1, Dai Yi (Juvenile Stage) 1. Would you like to implant all?]
[Confirmed implantation of seeds: Semi-Phantom Deity 1, Undying Zealot 1.]
[Seed implantation successful, item “Lady Ghost’s Cocoon” enters the metamorphic period. Please wait patiently…]
[Congratulations to the player for obtaining the item “Happy Sanatorium (an abandoned sanatorium that seems to still be operating normally)”, player information has been bound.]
Author’s Note –
Congratulations to Mother Xu Yingtang for getting an abandoned hospital.
Everyone needs to open up their minds.
If you are too deeply involved with the hospital and can’t escape, why not turn the hospital into your own and indirectly gain freedom?
How many people still remember Mother Xu Yingtang’s skill of flesh and blood creation
Here, I’ll post the setting again.
[Skill Name: Flesh Generation]
[Acquisition Conditions: Obtain and bind the item “Dream Wide Ritual,” Mystery > 40.1]
[Skill Effects: This skill can transform all items into “cocoons” and, after implanting “seeds,” gain spiritual transformation into “butterflies.”]
[Notes -]
[1. The quantity of “seeds” should be no less than 1. Races include but are not limited to humans, ghosts, monsters, deities, etc.]
[2. There is a 50% failure rate for transformation, and the quality of the “cocoons” has no guaranteed minimum level. Players should not have too high expectations.]
[3. It is recommended to use handmade items made by players, significant commemorative items, and special items with strong residual intentions as raw materials for cocooning. This will have a higher probability of obtaining high-quality “cocoons.”]
[In addition, this skill will not affect the player’s regular stats, so players can use it with confidence.]
Thank you for the chapter 😍
Congratulations to Xu Yintang!
Congrats again yintang!
Blink blink, wonder what will happen next.
Oooooh, I can’t wait to see what happens next
New cubs are about to be born!!
Aiyo~ What to do with such a Sanitorium? Maybe put in people/things he doesn’t like in it? Like a base or something also? Hahaha
Thanks for the chapters! ❤❤
Oh good God… This author blows my mind again
When is the next chapter comming out I’m so exited to see more little cubs and find out more about this Blueon? or something person.
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
I’ve never been so delighted by a story as much as this one (♡ω♡ ) ~♪ always something unexpected every few chapters. Thank you for your extra hard work!
Thank you for the chapter
Wow tangtang gets promotions really fast haha
Raise your hand if you saw this coming… waiting…
Congratulations again, Xu Yintang!
Thank you for the chapter
Totally forgot he could do that..i thought either flora or the brothers would have feast tonight or atleast flora just cocooning the statue…
Its kinda wild to own that thing that gave you nightmares…
Thumbs up to author n xuxu
Me who expected hospital to be last dungeon….well damn but still good job
Fo…four children!?….
Good thing they all can find their own food…
I don’t understand the skill flesh generation:’). Is it just a way to turn items or things into his children?? What does “after implanting “seeds”” mean exactly?? Tf are seeds and how r u supposed to implant them. From my understand “cocoon” is like establishing life of kid, and “butterflies” is the birth so how does “seed” fit into that?!???
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