I am a cat, I am a heartthrob in an escape game

The cynicism of the old patients is not important to Mr. Chung. His only concern is the hygienic conditions in the room, especially the lower beds that the old patients "donate" to them.

Mr. Chung held the mattress and stood next to the lower bunk, hesitating for a while, looking at the Xiaoqiang and spiders fleeing randomly on the bed, as well as some unknown yellow stains, his face was livid.

After Gu Yan made the bed, he caught a glimpse of Chung Jun who seemed to have turned into petrification, and felt ecstasy in his heart.

He finally discovered the weakness of this weirdo. He didn't expect that the big man who didn't even make a sound from the deep wound was actually a clean freak!
Jun Chun knew that it was not that he could not accept such accommodation conditions, but when he was a cat, he was used to tidying himself up very well. If he was to lie on such a bed, he had to do it in advance. A little mental construction.

He could only throw the mattress away casually, barely covering up the unknown dirt and cobwebs, meditating silently.

When the new patients were almost packed, a series of footsteps came from the corridor on the second floor, followed by announcements from the radios in each consulting room:

"Because the new patients arrived late, a roll call in the injection room was temporarily added tonight. Please return to your room and wait."

Mr. Chung was sitting on the lower berth, when he heard the patient on the upper berth kicking the bed under him in dissatisfaction, muttering, "It's here again, I annoy the nurses in the injection room the most. Every time we come, we It’s going to be a tough 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 up and even carried a small oxygen machine, as if they were 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. Their faces were withered and yellow, and their eyes were bloodshot, cloudy like a pot of boiled meat. Red bean porridge.

"Are you new here?" The lead nurse pointed to Cherry and asked.

As soon as Cherry nodded, he was held hostage by two other nurses. Just as he was struggling, the leading nurse took out a heart-shaped badge-like thing from the trolley they brought. , and pressed it on Cherry's heart!

The other two nurses can be said to work from left to right. One sterilized Cherry's little finger and then began to draw blood, and the other pulled out the wire that came with the badge and fixed it to Cherry's whole body with a bandage.

Those red and blue wires were like cobwebs on the bed, spreading radially across his entire upper body.

Immediately afterward, the nurse pressed the button of the remote control in her hand, Cherry frowned, her body tensed up, and the veins on her chest bulged out, as if she was in great labor pain.

Other new patients underwent a similar sequence of procedures to have the heart-shaped badge installed on their chests.

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

The nurse didn't look up, "Yes."

Chung Jun let out a muffled laugh, "Will you watch us all day long?"

The movement of the nurse's hands paused, and she denied, "Impossible, the [Heart Rate Monitor] cannot be turned on all day long. It is always turned off during the day, and it is only turned on at night."

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

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

Mr. Chung also realized the NPC's impatience, so he planned to end the cliché early, "The last question, beautiful lady, will the nursing home really guarantee that we will be cured? What are the criteria for judging recovery? Don't you want to [sleep] any more?" ?”

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

Jun Chung smiled at her embarrassedly.

No way, it's just a cliché, what if you don't have a thick skin?
"I can only tell you that the sleep sanitarium treats all patients equally, and will definitely let you leave after recovering."

Hearing this, the leading nurse's withered and yellow face suddenly turned red, and her lips were tightly drawn into a line. Mr. Chung stared at her for a while, but she didn't say a word after all.

After the nurses left, the silence in the room changed, and commotion broke out again.

Mr. Chung touched the detector on his chest and felt uncomfortable all over. This heart-shaped gadget was like a bug that sucked human blood, adhering to his skin and biting the flesh tightly.

He opened the World Store, quickly digging through his memory to find the painkiller.

Obviously, Cherry and the others felt the same way as him, and their first reaction was to use medicine to relieve the pain.

But the world store brought them some shocks other than the plot.

[Hemostatic Potion] and all the prop cursors used for [Sedation] are all grayed out, entering the state of [This instance cannot be used].

In this dungeon, players have no way to restore blood with props.

What's more, if you are fighting alone, without the help of your teammates, the death rate will increase greatly!
Of course, such a situation would also lead to a rise in the value of the recovery mage in the dungeon.

The dull announcement sounded again in the radio:
"Due to the late arrival of new patients, the canteen of the nursing home is now temporarily open, and new patients can go to the canteen to eat with their name cards."

Chung Jun rubbed his nose and took several deep breaths to get used to the throbbing pain in his chest. This broadcast seemed like a voice from outside the sky, providing him with a perfect opportunity.

He was able to see Zhang Quanrui in advance.

The way he and Zhang Quanrui exchange information will not be restricted by the separation of the two places, but the best way is to meet. After all, Zhang Quanrui's "Panel Switching" is the same as Wang Shilin's "Alternating Current", after using it, it will lose stamina no matter whether it is successful or not.

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, go through the entrance corridor, the hall to the west is the cafeteria, the window of the cafeteria faces a small square with a flower garden, and the parking lot is outside the flower garden.

Mr. Chung guessed that the small square should be the place for their outdoor activities. 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 sleeping sanatorium accommodate so many [sleeping people] from Fibroid City?
The only possibility is that in the nursing home, the [Sleeping Man] has a very high probability of recovery.

It is not ruled out that there may be shrewdness in medical methods, and the [healing standard] that Mr. Chung has always suspected is also a giant.

The dining room, like the inpatient department, was filled with a rancid smell, but this time Mr. Chung quickly located the source of the smell.

On the fence outside the square, there is a row of rotting corpses covered with corpse spots. Their expressions are terrified, as if they have suffered a lot during their lifetime, and it is even more difficult to rest their eyes when they die. They lie on their backs or bend over clinging to the fence.

"Did you see that, those are the patients who didn't grab the treatment places, but also 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 pull the current to the maximum!"

At this moment, Jun Chung confirmed his previous guess.

Xincheng's medical assistance is a scam, far from being a good deed as it appears on the surface.

The canteen is in the form of a buffet. Mr. Chung picked out some vegetarian dishes, and when he sat down with a plate, he still did not see Zhang Quanrui.

He simply reorganized the information he knew.

【Be the last patient in the consulting room to leave the nursing home】

【Find a way to relieve pain】

And 【Diagnostic Criteria for Recovery】

Unexpectedly, after he had waited for nearly 10 minutes, Zhang Quanrui walked into the cafeteria with a pale face, and just bumped into him.

Before Mr. Chung could speak, Zhang Quanrui grabbed his shoulder.

He could only hear him say in a trembling voice, "Mr. Chung, I saw those [guys]."

The spoon in Jun Chung's hand fell on the iron dinner plate, making a crisp sound.

The benefits of May Day are here!This is today's second update!
Because I have to go back to school tomorrow, there should be only one update tomorrow (scratching my head, when will I get rid of the naked update)