I contracted the bed for the full escape game

It wasn't until the high-speed train back home that Longjing finally cleared his mind.

Among the dozens of missed calls in his mobile phone, apart from the calls from his classmates, Xi Baifang, Guan Yue, and Chen Chuci, the rest were calls from his cousin.

After twenty phone calls, Longjing basically believed his cousin's words.

His father has bone cancer and must be treated.

The cost of treatment was very high, and the family didn't expect him to be able to provide any money as a student, so in the end, Longjing's mother decided not to tell Longjing for the time being, and let Longjing study in school with peace of mind, and wait until things stabilized.

The sound of "buzzing" filled Longjing's mind.

He suddenly felt bad.

Chen Chuci was right, he had indeed lived in a particularly good environment since he was a child, and he had never experienced any suffering in the world.

Some people have always maintained a pure heart because they really have a hot heart, while some people have maintained a pure heart just because their fortunes are better and they have not been severely beaten.

When he usually went to school, Longjing never felt that he was poor, and he could save a lot of money simply relying on living expenses, probably because of his lack of emotion and lack of desire.But when he heard that his parents were short of money, he still felt sorry for the "price difference" he was paid by the "middleman".

The money was handed over to him when he was fucking, and he said to him: "These money is your own savings, we are not greedy for your money. You should learn to be responsible for yourself, we will not ask about the money again, but we hope , When you spend money, you must ask your own heart."

"Did you do this right? Do you regret it? Is there a better solution?"

……

I really regret it.

But the pit has fallen into it, so it can only climb out by itself.

He is a grown man, why can't he support himself?

There are always more ways than difficulties.

When we arrived at the nursing home in the dead of night, the nurses on duty at the nurse's desk were a little sleepy, their eyes were half-closed, and the moment Longjing appeared, they reflexively widened their eyes.

Longjing hurriedly walked over to ask if a gentleman surnamed Long was hospitalized, but when he just walked to the service desk, his head suddenly felt a little dizzy.

He supported his forehead, shook it, and pressed the armrest beside him, but before he could recover, a more violent whirl came over him.

Longjing opened his eyes, this is an ordinary nursing home.

He was sitting in an ordinary office, and opposite him was an ordinary busy doctor, and he himself seemed to be wearing a white robe that symbolized saving lives and healing the wounded.

"What disease do you have?"

On the doctor's consultation table was the urn of an old woman... The urn was very new, the gilding was still shiny, and the dazzling color was very eye-catching.

The dwarf-looking family member next to him replied on his behalf: "The throat is a little itchy, and the ears are not working well."

The doctor wrote furiously in the case book without looking up.

He wrote for a while, and finally choked out the second sentence: "Have you done all the inspections?"

The family members nodded hastily, and before the doctor could say another word, they blatantly handed a piece of paper in front of him.

"We want to prescribe these medicines, and they will definitely cure our old lady. Don't meddle in your own business, just do as we say!"

The pen in the doctor's hand was suddenly broken by him.

He stopped writing, raised his head abruptly, and said with a sneer, "Is it me who sees the old lady or you?"

The family members also laughed: "Of course you should look at it, but this medicine—even if you prescribed it, if there is too much—we don't want it!"

"Transfer, you must be transferred here, we can't save the dead here." The doctor glanced at Longjing opposite him with a half-smile, and continued, "I can only prescribe medicines as needed, nothing else."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards Longjing.

"Give me a new pen."

Longjing's intuition told him that he must have entered a new copy.

After forcing himself to calm down, he immediately took out a pen from the pen holder on his side that was the same as the pen used by the doctor just now, and handed the thick end to the doctor.

The doctor took the pen and wrote a few lines on the medical record, and threw it into the hands of the family members in a bad mood, patted the urn, and said casually: "Old lady, your illness I have to go to the No. [-] hospital for treatment, we can't treat it here."

The dwarf's eyes suddenly turned red, staring at the doctor, the color was miserable, like low-quality plastic beads.

Longjing has not had time to remember what the doctor in front of him looks like, what are his characteristics, and what are the differences in details.The dwarf pulled out a tattered and notched knife from his waist, and roared angrily: "You are bullying our country devil! I knew it a long time ago! I can't read! But I can count! Do you see that this is nine characters?! I asked you to prescribe nine characters of medicine! You prescribed ten characters for me! The nursing home will send me to heaven to pay for my life!"

In the blink of an eye, Longjing watched helplessly as the sharp knife went straight to the top of the doctor's head—the patient's family members didn't want to keep their hands!

To be honest, Longjing was really confused.

He watched in bewilderment as the doctor was slashed, his body was covered in blood, his brain was exposed, and even half of his cervical spine was broken.

The strength of the dwarf is really great.

What's even more bizarre is that the doctor wasn't very angry at first when he was slashed, but took off his white coat as usual, shaking his shoulders to reveal a pair of bottomless black demon wings.

The wings are not very big, but enough feathers from the tip of the wing fell to Longjing's side and slapped him with a bird's wind.

The dwarf took two or three steps back in fear, but the anger in his heart held him back.He frantically waved the knife in his hand, trying to draw some "strength" from the poor sharp edge in his hand.

The doctor smiled.

His smile was distorted, and he opened his mouth to speak while smiling.

"Come on, let's hurt each other, who is I afraid of with my natural blood of a great demon?!"

Longjing: "..."

He didn't quite understand this copy of the game.

demon?go to heaven?nursing home?

Longjing's gaze swept across his desktop, and he suddenly found a red button the size of a grain of rice, with a circle of words written beside it - emergency contact button.

He still knows the characters, but it's a little ugly.

After all, it was a game that had to do something, Longjing pressed the button.

"Dip—hello, this is the protection room of the Devil's Sanatorium, um~ Do you have any urgent matters?"

Long Jing nimbly dodged a brick that was flying towards him, and said to the button: "Here, a family member of a patient is fighting with the doctor."

"Oh~ You don't have to worry about that. The doctors in our nursing home are all professional, at least they are from little devils, and they will definitely not be beaten to death."

"..."

Is that why the fuck you're proud of? !

Seeing the three brick-thick books of demon physiology coming towards him, Longjing ducked under the table neatly, as if remembering something, he yelled at the button—"The doctor said he was a big demon!"

The sound of the cup falling to the ground and shattering suddenly came from the opposite side of the button, very crisp.

"Fuck! You didn't say it earlier!"

Long Jing hid under the table, looked at the arm that fell in, and replied blankly: "Did you ask earlier?"

"Hurry up! Concentrate! Concentrate! Dilute the holy light! Covenant recording! We must rush over there as soon as possible! Otherwise, the patient will be killed! We will be deducted money again!"

The other side was still swearing and getting ready, Long Jing picked up the arm that was still looking for his own all over the ground, hesitated for a second, decided to help it, and threw it out.

"Boom!"

A devil's black flame suddenly landed on the ground, smashing the arm into countless pieces, and the broken surface still exuded a roasted burnt aroma, steaming hot.

Longjing swallowed.

He remembered why he was dizzy.

hungry.

I haven't eaten all day, so I'm going to faint from hunger?

Although the protection room sounded unreliable, they arrived before the doctor removed all the load-bearing walls.

"Irrelevant personnel pay attention to concealment!"

The diluted holy light instantly illuminated the whole room, and Long Jing hid under the desk, only one ray fell to his side.He thought for a while, stretched out his little finger, and found that he didn't feel uncomfortable under the light, but felt warm instead.

"Ow—"

As soon as the dwarf was hit by the light, he didn't even have the strength to escape, and was immediately slapped by the doctor's wings.

The protective nets of the protection personnel were set up very timely. They skillfully rescued the dwarf, and then skillfully began to remove the demon doctor's demon rampage state.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

A few minutes later, the little devil doctor who flew over hurriedly started to rescue the dying dwarf.

The noise became farther and farther away, Longjing observed the surrounding situation, and only crawled out from under the table after seeing that it was almost done.

Then he bumped into the big demon doctor who was drinking brain tea head-on. The brain tea was real brain tea, but only half of it.

"Are you okay? It didn't scare you just now, did it?"

The big devil doctor smiled very kindly, as if he wasn't the one who violently demolished the load-bearing wall just now.

Longjing actually didn't want to continue dealing with him, it was too dangerous.

However, if you are really destined to meet, there is no way.

[The main task is started. 】

[Task name: Devil's Sanatorium. 】

[Completion reward: Silver item/skill X1. 】

[Current progress: 0/7. 】

[Current number of surviving players: 2/2. 】

[Hint: A dedicated day for a doctor in the Devil's Sanatorium starts with a fight! 】

Before the prompt sounded in Longjing's head, he heard the doctor smiling at him with the half brain, "Do you want to take a bite too?"

The off-white brain flower looks strange under the light, without the embellishment of various condiments, it looks like a dark and strange dish.

Longjing was silent for a second, then shook his head very restrainedly.

He didn't dare to shake his head too hard, for fear that he might touch some death-defying flag.

The doctor regretfully withdrew the small bowl containing the brains.

"You young people really don't know how to appreciate it. Brains are so good. You can't usually eat such brains!"

Longjing: "..."

Thank you, I am not usually and do not want to eat.

"Do you regret it?" The doctor gulped down his brain with a smile, "It's useless to regret, but I have other ways."

I saw the doctor who had been slashed just now took out the box from the drawer with a psychedelic expression. The box was opened, and there was a set of exquisite surgical treasures inside.

The sharp blade is not inferior even in the dark.

He pulled out a scalpel and placed it in front of Longjing very aggressively.

"Come on, let me help you!"

Longjing couldn't calm down anymore: "What are you going to do?"

The doctor seemed to have some sympathy for Longjing: "Although I am a doctor, I also understand the self-mutilation behavior of some mental patients. We demons can still survive even with only half of their brains left, so you don't have to worry at all."

"My surgical skills are obvious to all. It's not easy for you to study abroad in heaven for so long. Now you don't have to worry about removing the hemibrain if the operation is not clean and the brain grows back. One day you can't help but cut it again. What should I do if I eat my brains. You don’t have much confidence in your self-control, so I’m here—”

"No one... Uh, the devil will worry that his brain is not clean enough, right?" Long Jing felt his head was getting bigger, and now he had a deep understanding of the trickiness of this dungeon.

It seems that he is not a demon, and he is not as powerful as a demon. If he does something unpredictable under the force or deception of these demons, he will probably die directly in the instance.

The doctor seemed to disbelieve Longjing, he glanced at Longjing suspiciously, and said to him: "Is there really no devil to worry about? Even the big devil can't bear it if you use your brain every day."

Longjing: "..."

The doctor said and smacked his mouth with reminiscence: "Brain flower is so delicious, I finally understand why so many people come to me for craniotomy, this taste is really-absolute! Eating it once can recall a lifetime !"

Longjing thought for a while and decided to change the topic from an uncontrollable direction.

"I prefer grilled chicken wings to brains."

The doctor looked at Longjing in surprise: "Coincidentally, you also like to eat wings."

The author has something to say: [Guess what event this dungeon is? 】

[Thank you very much for the reminder, I will update it earlier today. 】

[Recently, I have been a little seriously ill. The straight male code character Ji is here to remind everyone to keep warm and drink plenty of hot water. 】

[Also, happy new year, spend more time with your family. 】