WTNL Chapter 24.2

by Aria

Fukang Hospital
Chapter 24.2: This kind of thing! No!

The “Integrity First” live broadcast room instantly exploded:

[Ahhhhhh the streamer is here! The streamer is here!]

[The bullet comments are on!!!]

[Ahhhhhh look at me! Look at me! (Tipped 50 points)]

Wen Jianyan glanced at the number of online viewers in the top right corner and couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised. It had only been two hours since he entered the instance, yet the number of online viewers in his live broadcast room had already reached nearly four thousand. Compared to the bleak and deserted state last time, it was countless times better.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, his long, thick eyelashes shielding his eyes, and said cheerfully: “Long time no see, everyone.”

[Ahhhhhh long time no see!]

[It’s clearly only been two days since you streamed, but I’ve already been too anxious to eat or sleep! You dog scammer, did you put some kind of hex on me!]

[Indeed, long time no see. So, will the streamer crash and burn later? Can’t wait!]

Rows of bullet comments flashed rapidly across the live broadcast interface, almost making one dizzy.

Wen Jianyan picked a few comments to reply to.

“Why was the live broadcast room changed to its current name?”

He blinked quite innocently: “It’s just that I feel there should be a little more trust between people, isn’t that right?”

[Pah!]

Wen Jianyan ignored the long string of spitting comments and, with an unchanging expression, picked another comment to read: “How does it feel going to the third floor alone?”

“Feels very bad.”

He sighed softly: “In all horror movies, the one left alone is guaranteed to die.”

The young man smiled at the bullet comments. The interplay of light and shadow on his handsome face added a touch of boyish innocence. He lowered his clear voice slightly, the end of his sentences sticky and rising, as if acting spoiled: “So, my survival rate is all up to you guys.”

The bullet comments were quiet for a moment, and then exploded violently.

[Ahhhhhhh, the streamer is acting spoiled; he’s acting spoiled (Tipped 50 points)]

[Damn it, I knew this dog scammer was trying to trick us out of our tips, but why can’t I control my own hands—! (Tipped 100 points)]

[Ahhhhhhh I don’t care! Wife smiling at me means we’re together! (Tipped 100 points)]

Listening to the continuous clinking sounds of tips arriving in his account from the backend, Wen Jianyan instantly felt refreshed, his entire being full of energy.

Not bad; earning tips is indeed the best way to relieve fear!

After cheerfully bidding farewell to the viewers, Wen Jianyan closed the live broadcast interface, turned, and walked to the side of the elevator, looking up to carefully examine the floor layout plan posted there.

Judging from the layout plan, the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department at Fukang Private General Hospital was very comprehensive.

Not only did it have a Gynecology Department, Delivery Rooms, and Neonatology, but also Neonatal Care, a Gynecology and Obstetrics Treatment Center, and so on. It could be said to have everything one could possibly need.

The structure of this floor was also much more complicated than the morgue. It wasn’t a single corridor, but rather a web-like structure where various departments connected with each other.

The duty room Wen Jianyan was currently in was located exactly in the center of the entire web-like structure. From here, it was very convenient to go to any department.

Compared to the morgue earlier, Wen Jianyan spent a little more time committing the entire map to memory.

Suddenly!

“Beep beep beep—”

In the silent, empty duty room, this sound appeared exceptionally abrupt and clear, echoing mechanically in the night, almost scaring Wen Jianyan into a cardiac arrest.

He steadied his mind and walked toward the source of the sound.

At the duty station, a small red light symbolizing a ward lit up. It seemed a patient in one of the wards had pressed the emergency call button.

Obstetrics Department, Ward 308, Bed 4.

Wen Jianyan: “…”

…I really, really don’t want to go!

He took a deep breath, bracing himself to walk towards Obstetrics Department Ward 308.

The dead-silent corridor was long and deep. The overhead lights were cold and bright, yet failed to bring even a shred of comfort.

The door to the ward was tightly closed, and the lights inside were off. Through the glass, one could vaguely see several blurry, bloated figures lying on the hospital beds amidst the dim darkness.

This Fukang Hospital… actually had real patients.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, raised his hand to push the door open, and stepped inside.

The temperature in the obstetrics ward was very high, like an oven trapped in darkness. Just as Wen Jianyan walked in, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

A bizarre, sweet, metallic smell hung in the air, almost making one want to vomit.

Wen Jianyan mustered up 120,000 points of spirit and slowly walked up to the bed of the patient in Bed 4.

Suddenly, an emaciated, deadly pale arm reached out from the bulging blanket and, with a “click,” turned on the bedside nightlight.

A woman’s face leaned close to the light.

She looked terrifyingly thin, practically nothing but skin and bones. Her eye sockets were deeply sunken, her cheekbones high, and her dull yellow hair scattered on the pillow, resembling a living skeleton. However, her eyeballs bulged out for some unknown reason, staring fixedly at Wen Jianyan under the dim light:

“Nurse… I’m thirsty.”

As her mouth opened and closed, the woman’s crimson, needle-like tongue faintly flickered between her teeth.

“Could you pour me some water?”

Wen Jianyan felt the hairs on his back stand up.

Not because of how bizarre the woman’s face before him looked, but because… he felt that the moment the other party spoke, numerous gazes simultaneously shot over from all directions—greedy, thirsty, and stickily clinging to his back, making him feel like he had pins and needles in his back, his entire body tensing up involuntarily.

He tilted his head slightly, using his peripheral vision to sweep over the other beds in the ward.

The entire ward was full of people, every bed bulging high.

The pregnant women poked their skeleton-like heads out from the headboards. The necks below were as soft and pale as noodles, thin and long. One stuck out a needle-like tongue, slowly licking her bloodless lips. A look of thirst flashed deep within her bulging eyeballs.

The area illuminated by the nightlight wasn’t large. At the edge of the light, brownish spots could faintly be seen on the pristine white walls.

Like bloodstains.

In that instant, Wen Jianyan’s breath hitched, his mind instantly becoming as clear as a mirror.

The patient in Bed 4 stretched her head a little further forward. Her thin neck beneath the skeletal skull poked out from under the blanket: “Nurse…?”

But why didn’t they attack the moment he entered?

They were even waiting for him to answer the question?

Wen Jianyan’s mind raced, making a decision in just a few short seconds.

“Oh my, what are you saying?”

The young man suddenly raised his hand to cover his lips, smiling slightly: “I’m not a nurse; I’m from 307 next door.”

“Next door… 307?” The woman on the bed slowly rolled her bulging eyeballs, a puzzled expression appearing on her face.

Wen Jianyan used his other hand to cover his flat lower abdomen, revealing a sweet smile on his face. His eyes narrowed, radiating a maternal, charming light as he looked around:

“You really are a forgetful one. We even greeted each other outside during the day.”

“Then… what are you doing coming into 308?”

The woman’s neck stretched even longer, almost level with Wen Jianyan’s height. That skeleton-like skull closed in, her eyeballs rolling wildly, seemingly trying to spot some flaw on the other party’s face.

Wen Jianyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, but his voice remained calm and peaceful: “I just wanted to come over and share our family’s secret recipe with you sisters…”

“Secret recipe?”

“Yes, as long as you do as I say, the child you give birth to will definitely be smart and healthy, with an IQ pushing two hundred. My third great-uncle’s second uncle’s daughter-in-law gave birth to a genius child, relying on this. Not only is he an athlete, but he’s also a national Math Olympiad champion. When he was twelve, he was admitted early by three of the world’s top universities, and they fought fiercely over him…”

Wen Jianyan babbled nonsense.

“What?!” Successive sounds of astonishment rang out from all corners of the ward. All the pregnant women ceased to remain silent, letting out exclamations of shock and joy: “What method? Teach us!”

Indeed, for a mother, hoping one’s son becomes a dragon, and one’s daughter a phoenix is an instinct carved into their DNA.

Even monsters were no exception.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, using a bewitching and intimate tone to say, “Don’t worry, sisters. I came exactly to share this secret recipe with everyone.”

“Come, come, come, I’ll teach you step by step.”

“First of all, step one: meditation.”

Wen Jianyan leaned over and turned off the nightlight: “Everyone, lie back down on your pillows.”

Rustling sounds of fabric rubbing against each other came from all around. Those elongated necks disappeared, all obediently lying back down on their pillows: “And then?”

Wen Jianyan lightened his footsteps, taking one step, another step, carefully backing away.

“Step two: close your eyes, take a deep breath—”

He backed up to the position of Bed 1, slowly reached his hand toward the doorknob, and twisted it open bit by bit.

“Step three—”

The doorknob let out a crisp “click,” sounding exceptionally abrupt and clear in the incredibly silent room.

In an instant, all the pregnant women on the beds opened their eyes. Pairs of crimson eyeballs flickered with a savage light in the darkness, staring collectively at the young man who had unknowingly arrived at the ward door.

Wen Jianyan: “…”

Uh oh.

“Catch him!!!!” Hideous voices roared out. Several figures with bloated bellies and bone-thin limbs sprang from the beds, charging violently towards the doorway!

But Wen Jianyan’s reaction speed was a step faster!

He rushed out of the ward without looking back, then closed the door and locked it! All in one smooth motion!

The door to Ward 308 was securely locked. The sound of “bang bang” slamming against the door came from inside, sounding exceptionally chilling in the dead-silent corridor.

Panting, Wen Jianyan slowly backed away, his eyes fixed on the door being violently shaken.

Dust flew, and the doorframe vibrated.

However, a minute later, the sound of slamming gradually stopped, and everything fell quiet once again.

Only then did Wen Jianyan let out a long breath. His legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the floor.

Good heavens… that was way too close just now.

One wrong move, and he probably would have become the meal on the plate of those mother mosquitoes.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand to wipe away the beads of sweat seeping from his forehead. His heart pounded fiercely in his chest, lingering fear still gripping him even now.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing pain came from his lower abdomen.

“Hiss!”

He sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, his expression contorting slightly.

The pain came fast and left fast. Although it disappeared after just an instant, an ominous premonition still slowly rose in Wen Jianyan’s heart.

He swallowed his saliva and slowly reached out to lift his hem.

On the young man’s firm, fair lower abdomen, a livid black mark had appeared at some point.

Very small, like a baby’s handprint.

Wen Jianyan: “…”

Wait, no way…

Just then, he felt the hem of his nurse uniform being tugged by some invisible force.

Wen Jianyan kept a wooden face, slowly looking toward his side.

He saw a bruised, purplish little hand gripping the hem of his clothes firmly, leaving a scorched black handprint on the light blue fabric.