My Iyashikei Game

The doctor's lips were torn around, revealing the dense, crooked teeth inside.

This one just walked out of the doctor from the cleft lip and palate center, his whole face was torn apart, and he bit Han Fei's head!

In the face of such a terrifying scene, Han Fei did not take a step back.

With his death in hand, he even dared to kill with hatred.

The dazzling light of the knife fell, and the eccentric and ugly doctor seemed to realize that something was wrong, and it was the critical moment of the collision that he stepped backwards.

In his death, he only cut off a "flap" of his lip, leaving a bloody wound on his face.

"what!"

The screams sounded, and the doctor covered his face, which was different from ordinary people. His eyes gradually turned blood red, and he stared at the lips on the ground.

The toothy lips fell to the ground like a petal made of human flesh.

"you wanna die!"

The blood and water were mixed with roars, and the doctor took out two blood-stained scalpels from his pocket: "I will make all of you like me! Then those who are intact will become a minority! And the minority is patient!"

The doctor's speed was very fast, and Han Fei himself was secretly shocked. He just aimed the knife at the doctor's neck, but the other party actually dodged within such a short distance. .

The departments in the seventh building are full of terrifying monsters, and Han Fei made a decisive decision: "Go to the fourth floor first!"

The doctor in front of him was pretending to be a patient in the cleft lip and palate center. If they were seen by other doctors in the hospital, both of them would be targeted, so Han Fei also wanted to lead the cleft lip doctor upstairs.

After receiving Han Fei's order, Ah Chong ran up hard with Du Jing on his back, not daring to waste the precious time that Han Fei had won with his life.

"Don't even try to run away!" The doctor was already insane. He was holding two scalpels and his speed was ridiculous. He was like a beast lurking in the dark night, desperate to bite all living things he saw.

In order not to hurt Du Jing, Han Fei could only bite the bullet and delay the doctor.

The doctor was extremely perverted. The knife in his hand directly attacked Han Fei's cheek every time, trying to destroy Han Fei's charming face.

For most actors, the face is always more important than other places, but Han Fei is an exception. He began to think in his mind, whether to use his face to sell a flaw and win a chance for himself.

As long as it can hit the opponent's vital points, the opponent will surely die with the sharpness of the previous life.

The doctor is a sick lunatic, and Han Fei is an extremely calm lunatic. Both have experienced the worst and most desperate things.

"Han Fei! Be careful!" A Chong's exclamation sounded from the corner of the third floor. Han Fei didn't look back at all, and just kicked off the ground.

Where he stood just now, some orange-yellow, nearly transparent mucus was dripping.

"Is this dripping from upstairs?" Han Fei didn't dare to be distracted, but just glanced around with his peripheral vision, mucus was constantly flowing down the gap between the stairs, looking very disgusting.

There was a stench in the air, and Han Fei was worried that he would not be able to deal with other dangers after his desperate efforts.

He gave up the idea of ​​exchanging injuries with the doctor, quickly retreated, and ran upstairs.

The doctor who had a lip cut off by him chased after him, holding two scalpels, vowing to turn Han Fei into his appearance.

Run away quickly and come to the third floor.

The stinking yellow mucus was already covered on the ground, some places were close to transparent, and some places were cloudy and lumpy, looking extremely disgusting.

"What the hell is this?"

The mucus stuck to the soles of the shoes, making it unsteady to stand. Ah Chong almost fell while carrying Du Jing on his back. He accidentally grabbed the handrail of the stairs and touched a little mucus with his fingertips.

"It's slippery and greasy, like lard to the touch?" Ah Chong's fingertips felt numb and numb. It was comfortable at first, but soon he felt uneasy.

The mucus easily penetrated the protection of the skin and was seeping into his body, his fingers swollen by a quarter almost instantly.

"Brother Han! My hand is poisoned!"

"Cut it if you can't! Don't let it spread!" Han Fei dodged with a knife without turning his head.

He took full precautions against the cleft lip doctor, and while dodging, he did not forget to look around.

All the mucus seeped out from the Body Sculpture Liposuction Center on the third floor, and the door of that department couldn't seem to be closed tightly.

Chased by the mad cleft lip doctor, Han Fei and the three didn't bother to check carefully, and they ran to the fourth floor in one breath.

"Is Dr. Zhang Xi on this floor?"

Rushing into the corridor on the fourth floor, Han Fei was gradually losing his strength. The doctor with cleft lip became faster and faster as the world continued to alienate.

What's even more disgusting is that the other side's scalpel is also covered with an unknown curse, as long as it is scratched, it will make the body dull.

Under this situation, Han Fei became more and more struggling.

What makes Han Fei even more worried is that whenever he is in danger, there will be a faint pain in his head. Fu Yi seems to be holding a belly of bad water and is always ready to give Han Fei a fatal blow.

With internal and external troubles, Han Fei didn't know how long he could support it.

"It's almost there, the front is the ward where I lived! Dr. Zhang usually works in the department in the middle of the corridor!"

The alienation of the hospital is already very serious. The pale light is twisted in the corridor. Looking at the short corridor, it is actually very long, and each ward is separated by a very long distance.

Running all the way, Han Fei and the three finally came to the fourth

In the center of the corridor, there is a special department, the Beauty Psychological Consultation Center.

The area of ​​this department is very large, and some words are written on the outer wall-beauty not only refers to the health and beauty of the appearance and body, but also refers to the all-round perfect state of psychological and social adaptation. We must reject morbid beauty, Reject hurtful beauty, and reject conformity for beauty.

Those sentences are full of positive guidance, but every word is drawn with blood, crooked and crooked, no matter how you look at it, it is a kind of irony.

"Han Fei, are you sure we want to go in?" A Chong carried Du Jing on his back. He was a little scared when he saw the blood on the wall.

Han Fei, who was trying his best to dodge the doctor's attack, had no time to pay attention to A Chong. When he stepped back to the door of the department, he kicked A Chong directly into the department.

Then he dodged into the house himself, closing the door of the department at the last minute.

"You can't escape! We've made you like me!" The cleft lip doctor's scalpel kept stabbing on the door, Han Fei's chest heaved and he gasped for breath.

"Doctor Zhang should be in the department."

Du Jing leaned against the wall and approached the room in the department. Before she entered the door, she heard a woman's voice coming from the room.

"You have a psychological problem called body dysmorphic disorder, which is a chronic persistent psychological disorder characterized by excessive focus and worry about physical defects."

The woman's voice is mature, calm, and nice, giving the feeling that she can be completely trusted.

"Finally, I'm going to meet a normal person in Building No. 7." A Chong also heard what the doctor said in the room. The female doctor seemed to be consulting.

"Don't be careless." Han Fei looked at the crumbling department door, and a doctor with a cleft lip would break in at any time.

"Dr. Zhang Xi is quite normal most of the time." Du Jing was not too sure, she knocked gently on the door.

"Please come in."

Du Jing opened the door only after obtaining the consent of Dr. Zhang, and several people saw the scene inside the department.

A female doctor in a white coat sat at a clean and tidy desk, and across from her sat a patient in a hospital gown.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" The female doctor spoke normally, as if she was not affected by the alienation of the world at all. Du Jing also relaxed a little bit. She was about to enter the room to talk to Doctor Zhang, but was stopped by Han Fei.

"Don't go there yet, look at that patient."

The patient sitting opposite the female doctor was trembling constantly. After holding on for two or three seconds, his whole body spread out like building blocks. What was even weirder was that he still sighed and didn't lose his soul.

"You are also here to consult psychological problems, right?" Dr. Zhang didn't care about the patient opposite at all, she held her chin in her hands, looked at Du Jing, and said to herself, "Is the prosthesis on the left leg still comfortable? There's always going to be lasting pain inside of you, it's body dysmorphic disorder, and it needs immediate intervention."

"Doctor Zhang, I'm actually more worried about my daughter than my own body." Du Jing whispered, but Dr. Zhang ignored her at all. After the diagnosis was made, she looked at Achong again.

"You care too much about other people's evaluation of you, and you always make passive avoidance behaviors. You are suffering from body dysmorphic disorder and need emergency treatment."

Originally, A-Chong thought that Dr. Zhang Xi looked good and felt normal, but he slowly realized that something was wrong.

This doctor Zhang Xi thinks that everyone has body dysmorphic disorder, as if all patients suffer from the same disease.

"It's a bit strange." A-Chong pressed his swollen fingers, and he took a few steps back, but there was a mad doctor outside the department who was slamming on the door, and he had nowhere to escape.

Zhang Xi looked away from A-Chong, then looked at Han Fei again, her beautiful eyebrows frowned together: "You often let yourself fall into self-anxiety and self-contradiction, this is a typical body dysmorphic disorder, You should always want to change something in your heart, right?"

Putting down the pen in her hand, Dr. Zhang Xi slowly got up. Her upper body was in a white lab coat, and her lower body, which was blocked by the table, was covered in blood. She was like a red and white bloody angel.

"People want to be beautiful mostly out of physiological needs, safety needs, belonging and love needs, respect needs and self-realization needs." Dr. Zhang Xi opened the drawer and took out a bright scalpel. Looking at Han Fei tenderly: "No matter what kind of need you have, I will satisfy you and carve you into a better version of yourself."

When Dr. Zhang Xi finished saying these words, Han Fei suddenly found in horror that he could not control his body.

Zhang Xi's voice seems to be able to compete for his control over his body and manipulate his flesh and blood!

"What kind of terrifying ability is this?"

When Han Fei reacted again, Zhang Xi had already appeared in front of him. The bloody white coat showed a cruel beauty.

"Letter! Letter!" Han Fei opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound, he could only shout wildly in his heart.

"You're close to perfection, but it's not perfect." Zhang Xi's scalpel pressed against Han Fei's face. She was about to cut down when a blood-red paper figure climbed out from Han Fei's neckline, still holding in his hand. A crumpled letter.

The letter was shaken open, and the paper man let Zhang Xi see the contents of the letter.

The blood on the white coat fell drop by drop, and Zhang Xi's scalpel stopped in front of Han Fei.

She looked at the words on the letter, and it seemed that something exploded in her head, making her face distorted and looking extremely painful.

Taking a deep breath, Han

Fei found that he could control his body again.

He immediately distanced himself from Zhang Xi. Compared with this Doctor Zhang who can manipulate flesh and blood, the doctor with the cleft lip outside the door is obviously cuter.

"I'm your brother's best friend, and he told me to give you this letter." Han Fei pressed the master-level acting switch in his mind, and quietly used his language ability: "He said he forgot Lots of things, but never forget that you are his best sister and he knows you have been protecting him."