Chapter 467 The Cursed Hospital (V)

"Ah..." A dry moan came from behind the curtain, probably from the owner of that hand.

Generally speaking, if the protagonist in a horror movie encounters this kind of situation, he is likely to be so frightened that he screams and falls to the ground as soon as his legs weaken.

But Feng Bu felt very calm, and his reasoning didn't stop for a moment...

"On the left hand, there are obvious wrinkles on the back of the hand, and the nails are dry and thick. It looks like an old man's hand, but the grip strength is amazing; the veins under the skin are bulging and there are a lot of puncture marks near the veins, indicating perennial infusion. The skin color is abnormally white and radiates There was a smell of formalin; it was no coincidence that he could accurately grab my wrist through the curtain..."

Brother Jue's eyes kept turning and his mind was racing.

At this moment, he had three plans in his mind: first, pick up the folding knife and stab him; second, twist the opponent with his backhand, pull it out, and throw him over his shoulder; third, open the curtain and take a look. See you later...

Considering that his current combat effectiveness is no different from that of ordinary people... Feng Bujue finally chose a safer approach. So, he stretched out his other hand (the knife was still in his palm), pinched the long curtain beside the hospital bed with his index finger and thumb, and pulled it horizontally.

Boo hoo...

The plastic ring at the top of the curtain rubbed against the iron bar and made a strange sizzling sound.

The person on the hospital bed soon appeared in front of Feng Bujue...

Overall, it looked like an old man who looked like a mummy. He was lying on his back on the bed, wearing a light blue hospital gown, with pale skin and stiff body.

At the first glance, Brother Jue knew that the person in front of him was probably not a "living person". Because there were hundreds of infusion tubes inserted into the old man's body...

The ends of the tubes were all connected to the wall above the bed, and black liquid was flowing in the tubes. The needles at the front end of the infusion tube were inserted into the old man's skin at a 90-degree angle, almost covering his whole body. The locations where the needles were inserted were: forehead, neck, torso (through clothes), soles of feet, etc. There were only tubes inserted into these places. The most amazing thing was...even his two eyeballs. They all had IV tubes inserted... It was truly "painful to look at".

"Uh..." The old man grabbed Brother Jue's wrist and slowly turned his head. Although there were needles stuck in his two eyeballs, he still "looked" at Brother Jue and said with difficulty, " So thirsty...I'm so thirsty..."

"Old man." Feng Bujue said earnestly, "Have you ever heard of the saying 'You can take medicine without injections, you can get injections without infusions'? The World Health Organization has emphasized it many times..."

"So thirsty..." The old man ignored him and continued to speak his lines.

Feng Bujue sighed and followed the NPC routine: "Okay... can I get you some water?"

"I want to drink...cold beer..." the old man replied.

"Old man. Have you ever heard the saying 'If you want to fuck, you need more sex'?" Feng Bujue said, "In your state, is it appropriate to drink alcoholic beverages?" He looked up at the wall above the bed, "By the way... What is flowing into your body from the wall? Oil or cola?"

"Dr. Pepper..." the old man replied.

"That's really hard on you..." Feng Bujue said with the corners of his mouth twitching.

(Dr. Pepper is the name of a soft drink, the English name is dr_pepper, also translated as Pengquan, Dr. Piper, etc. This drink has a large number of loyal fans around the world with its unique taste that has mixed reviews and criticisms. Its taste is very subtle, Parodied as "the drink of agnostics" in "South Park").

"I want to drink...cold beer..." the old man repeated again.

"Okay...I understand..." During the conversation, Feng Bujue kept trying to pull the other party's hand away, but to no avail. Therefore, he can basically judge that this is a side mission that must be taken once it is triggered, "I will get it for you right now."

"Thank you... thank you..." As soon as the old man heard these words. Then he let go of Brother Jue's wrist.

At the same time, the system prompt also came: [Side mission has been triggered]

In the task bar, a new line of instructions was added: [Purchase a bottle of cold beer from the vending machine in the restaurant lobby and bring it to Mr. Harper in Ward 216. 】

"Oh. Are you Mr. Harper..." Feng Bujue looked at the game menu and said to the old man in front of him, "Can you tell me by the way. How to get to the restaurant?"

"So thirsty...so thirsty..." Harper ignored Brother Vision's question and moaned softly.

"Hmm... very good." Feng Bujue shook his sore wrist, shrugged and muttered, "There is no prompt at all, it's so damn interesting."

Although he was forced to take on the side mission, Feng Bujue was still a little hesitant about whether to complete it.

"Theoretically speaking, if I stay in this room until dawn, wouldn't I be able to clear the level..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "But judging from the urinary nature of this script, I shouldn't be allowed to stay in the same room. If you stay too long in the corridor, you will attract Chad, so if you stay in the ward for too long, you may attract something else..."

When he thought of this, he had already reached the second bed, the one next to Mr. Harper's.

This time, Feng Bujue simply pulled open the curtain in a bold move. But this bed was completely empty.

"Hmph...will I be fooled like this?" Brother Jue sneered and took out his sunglasses.

In the next five minutes, he carefully looked at the bed from top to bottom, left to right, and every corner with his sunglasses and naked eyes; he looked at, touched, and smelled the bed sheet over and over again, and he almost put it in his mouth to taste it... After doing all this, he still didn't stop, and he took a folding knife to knock on the bed frame, trying to hear if there was a key or something hidden inside.

Finally, after all this trouble and spending a lot of energy, he finally confirmed 100%... This is just an empty bed used as a scene decoration.

"OK, next one." Brother Jue didn't seem to care about it. Even if he was doing useless work, he seemed to be enjoying it.

"Hey, I say, buddy." Just as Feng Bujue was about to walk to the third bed, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him, which sounded like the voice of a middle-aged man, "I'm here, behind you."

Feng Bujue turned around and looked in the direction of the voice. The voice came from the bed in the middle on the other side of the room. The bed was also tightly surrounded by curtains.

"Are you calling me?" Brother Jue asked tentatively.

"Yes." The voice replied, "Can you come over?"

"Okay." Feng Bujue said, and tiptoed over. When he got close to a certain distance, he suddenly reached out and quickly pulled open the curtain in front of the bed, and then shrank back like lightning.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged uncle sitting on the bed looked at Brother Jue and said, his eyes seemed to say: "Is this kid sick?"

Feng Bujue looked him up and down and asked immediately: "Uh... Are you a vampire?"

He asked this because the other party's features were quite obvious. The face was basically the same as the classic vampire image in Disney cartoons. White face, red lips, slicked back hair, fangs. Thin face, cold temperament. If this guy was wearing a suit instead of a hospital gown, Brother Jue wouldn't even ask...

"Hey, kid, you know it's rude to ask like that?" The vampire uncle replied, "Are you a racist?"

"No, no... just ignore what I said." Feng Bujue quickly waved his hand and shook his head.

"My name is Richard Sutherland, you can call me Earl." The Earl said.

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Another sharp voice came from the bed on the right side of the Earl, which was the bed opposite Mr. Harper, "He's not an Earl."

"Shut up! You drunkard!" The Earl shouted to the person next to him.

The voice called "Drunkard" hit back: "Even Earls have castles! Do you have one?"

"That's nonsense!" The Earl hit back, "Who stipulated that?"

"Anyway, that's it!" The drunkard replied.

While the two of them were arguing. Feng Bujue had moved a few steps to the side and pulled open the curtain beside the "Drunkard" bed.

On the bed sat a green-skinned, very short creature with a pointed nose and ears. Big eyes and big mouth, no doubt... he is a goblin. Moreover, he is wearing a hospital gown at this time.

"What are you doing? Don't you know to respect other people's privacy?" After the curtain was opened, the goblin shouted to Feng Bujue.

"Sorry... I didn't expect that a person who eavesdropped and joined other people's conversations without permission would still pay attention to privacy." Feng Bujue refuted the other party with a powerful point of view.

"Uh..." The goblin was speechless.

"Haha..." The earl laughed, "You are frustrated! Victor, you have come to this day!"

"Oh... your name is Victor?" Feng Bujue took over and asked.

"It's the great Victor. Reed Vox!" Victor replied. "A well-known trade tycoon!"

"He just smuggled all kinds of wine and arms." The earl said beside him.

"Stop talking nonsense! You fake noble!"

"Shut up! You black-hearted speculator!"

The two of them soon quarreled with each other.

Feng Bujue sighed and watched for a while. When the two people's talking frequency slowed down a little, he took the opportunity to say to the earl: "So... what exactly did you want to do when you called me over?"

"Oh, yes." The earl turned around and replied, "You are going to help Harper get beer, right? I want you to go to the blood bank and bring me some plasma, preferably type B, not too much, two bags will be enough."

"Huh?" Feng Bujue replied weakly, "If you want to suck blood... don't you have a ready-made goblin next to you?"

"Hey!" Victor immediately shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Too barbaric, sucking blood directly from a living thing is simply an animal behavior." The Earl looked at Brother Jue with a puzzled look, "Young man, have you watched too many violent movies?"

"Hehe... Hehe..." Feng Bujue laughed dryly with the corners of his mouth twitching, "In a sense, your answer makes me feel a lot more relieved."

"Oh! By the way, if you are going to the blood bank, please bring me some things by the way." Victor said at this time, "Yesterday, I lost a key. I think I lost it in the pediatric emergency room on the first floor. If you can help me find it, I can give you a generous reward!"

"No problem!" Feng Bujue agreed immediately. The most critical part of Victor's whole sentence was undoubtedly the last five words...

"I won't let you go in vain." The Earl said, "Give me the blood, and I will give you something in exchange."

"Okay, sure." Feng Bujue had figured it out now. He had to go out anyway, so he might as well take on more tasks at once and come back after collecting all the things.

[Side quest has been triggered]

So, the system prompt came, and there were two new tasks in Brother Jue's task bar.

[Get two bags of type B plasma from the blood bank and bring them to Count Richard Sutherland in Ward 216. ]

[Find Victor's key in the pediatric clinic on 1F and return it to Victor Reedworks in Ward 216. ]

"Finally... I have a question." Feng Bujue looked at the two people in front of him and asked, "I see that you two have healthy hands and feet and are not bound by anything. Why don't you do this yourself?"

"I have cirrhosis of the liver and it's not suitable for me to walk." Victor replied.

The Count's reply was even more straightforward, just two words: "Anemia." (To be continued...)