Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 237 - 217: The Truth about the Hospital!

Chapter 237: Chapter 217: The Truth about the Hospital!

"Sir, I regret to inform you that the concept... has been censored again," the voice in the earpiece resonated once more, "Most of those privy to it have forgotten its existence."

"The strange phenomenon just now lasted only for 3 minutes, to be exact, 3 minutes and 22 seconds."

The power of the "Moon of Illusion" vanished and then appeared again!

What did that imply?

Elder No. 1 pondered for a long while but couldn’t figure out any reason, "What do you all think?"

The think tank replied, "After some discussion, we believe it might be due to a power struggle between the ’Game’ and the ’Moon of Illusion’, causing this peculiar event."

"But now that the concept has re-emerged, does that mean the ’Game’ was defeated?"

This was indeed odd.

Theoretically, this world is the ’Game’s’ home ground; even if the ’Game’ is at a disadvantage, it shouldn’t have collapsed within minutes...

"So far, the ’Game’ hasn’t asked us to do anything."

"What about the Gaia consciousness?"

"No response yet. This matter is still in its infancy, and the Gaia consciousness won’t react much until it escalates into a major catastrophe."

"However, the good news is that our military drones have located Feng Ling. Should we take her out?"

A video was sent to the phone, featuring Feng Ling heading towards the hospital next to the funeral parlor, "Qingtian Hospital."

Originally, this hospital had been demolished due to a ground subsidence accident, which had caused numerous casualties.

But somehow, the Qingtian Hospital had reappeared next to the funeral parlor.

This newly manifested hospital was shrouded in mist, existing somewhere between reality and illusion. The scientific community calls this state "semi-reality."

There were no patients or doctors inside the hospital; only Feng Ling was racing alone on the empty road.

"For now, don’t worry about taking action against her, let’s just observe what she’s going to do..." Elder No. 1 sighed, deliberating whether to seek the help of the "Laplace Demon" or some other evil gods at some cost.

He was somewhat perplexed as to why the ’Game’ allowed this woman to come here.

Without the ’Game’s assistance, she actually couldn’t traverse worlds.

He covertly performed a divination, and the result was ironically amusing.

It was auspicious again!

"Ever since entangling with the ’Game’, it’s just one strange thing after another..."

"No matter what I divine, it’s always auspicious!"

It made the old man question his life!

Facing supernatural events of such magnitude, divination isn’t very reliable... but the Black-clothed Guard still didn’t dare to attack the important figure "Feng Ling" rashly. As long as the situation didn’t escalate, there was still a shred of patience.

Of course, at the first sign of escalation, a single command would send thousands of rockets, bombing the area into oblivion, eradicating concepts like hospitals and funeral parlors from the geographical layer!

"Time for dinner, time for dinner!"

This portion of spicy diced chicken was a lustrous brown-red, tender in texture, strong in spicy and numbing flavor, savory and fragrant, with a slight hint of sweetness.

Unintentionally, one could end up eating two big bowls of rice.

Wang Hao felt completely satisfied and couldn’t help but praise, "Your culinary skills are really getting better and better. This spicy diced chicken is now comparable to half of my skill; it’s commendable."

"Heh, it’s rare for you to offer praise," said Han Xiaoyue, "Did the sun rise from the west today? You’ve actually started offering compliments."

Wang Hao changed the topic, "It’s just that sometimes it lacks a touch of ’xian qi’. Do you know what ’xian qi’ is?"

"It’s the perfect combination of personal inspiration and ingredients, fully enhancing the natural flavors and aromas."

"To give a simple example, in the regions of Guangdong and Guangxi, the emphasis is on the chicken tasting like chicken, such as in white-cut chicken; mutton must taste like mutton, and how to make lamb maintain its natural texture while not making it smell gamy is a test of the chef’s personal skills. Simply adding condiments will only cover up the taste of the ingredients, and that’s not a particularly clever approach."

"Even after devouring two big bowls of rice, you’re still going on and on—when will you ever cook for me?" Han Xiaoyue was putting away the dishes, with a hint of defiance in her tone, "Show off how you handle cooking mutton, why don’t you?"

Wang Hao shook his head and said, "Well, the thing is, I’m mainly just lazy."

He stood up, stretched his muscles, "And lately there haven’t been any good ingredients, nor any big celebrations. It’s not worth making a big fuss over."

"Besides, right now I’m the one supporting you, paying you a salary, so it’s only natural for you to cook. The day you support me, I’ll cook for you every day, no complaints."

"That makes quite the argument; laziness is laziness, yet you’ve found so many excuses." Han Xiaoyue spoke with evident distaste, "I’m offering you a hundred bucks right now to cook dinner, would you do it? I’ve got money now too!"

"Of course, I’d be willing!" Wang Hao picked up a hula hoop and twirled it a few times, "But with a hundred bucks as payment, you’ll only get a hundred bucks worth of meal quality, maybe just a simple egg fried rice for you, okay? My labor isn’t cheap, you know."

Han Xiaoyue pondered whether she should really spend a hundred to get that egg fried rice. Because... it really was out of this world, something ordinary folks couldn’t even get their hands on!

Seeing that Han Xiaoyue wasn’t responding, Wang Hao thought she was reluctant and began to speak his mind, "I’ve recently discovered something: In times of peace, the concept of ’economy’ rules people’s thinking—from relationships between men and women to international relations, all revolve around it."

"This man-made concept of ’economy’ has turned out to be a firm social norm. I used to take these abstract things lightly, but that was wrong. They’re not fictitious but objectively existent, even if modern currency is just a notion of trust."

Old Wang had started to give his own views on the world again.

Han Xiaoyue watched as Wang Hao seriously spouted nonsense.

"... What would happen if we eliminated the concept of ’economy’?"

"Human thinking might suffer a major shift, causing civilization to collapse, I’d guess. Yet, I believe that trade is an inevitable societal need, an undeniable reality that can’t be blocked out, just like the innate sexes of male and female in humanity. All this talk about humans having 112 different genders is just absurd. If humanity clung to that idea, they’d be doomed."

Han Xiaoyue laughed, "You might be treading on politically incorrect grounds there."

"What do I care about political correctness from overseas..."

After spouting a bunch of random thoughts and standing for a while to digest his food.

He blissfully went on to take an hour’s nap.

Waking up, he felt refreshed and invigorated!

...

"Time to save the world!"

Wang Hao returned to his computer desk to continue with his next steps in reasoning.

The reasoning about the "Archives Director," which is "me," was already clear...

"I" am actually different individuals with the same memories.

The logistics team leader was also becoming clear, likely a government employee... or rather, the local resistance known as the "Abnormal Foundation."

Only the identity of "Doctor Feng Ling" remained a huge mystery.

This mystery was a bit chaotic and might connect with the subsequent plot.

"Now, it’s time to unveil the enigma of the entire Qingtian Hospital!"

According to information found online, Qingtian Hospital in the real world had collapsed due to a subsidence decades ago, resulting in numerous casualties. As the city was rather superstitious about Feng Shui, a low-rise funeral parlor was built in the surrounding area.

In the game "Incredible Hospital," the note left by Doctor Feng Ling in the morgue had a section of text with jumbled characters.

"X month X day, the court face medical trapse Qing falls down field due."

After putting it back together, the phrase emerged: "X month X day, Qingtian Hospital collapsed due to subsidence."

This text wasn’t too difficult to piece together.

That is, the events in the game reflect those in the real world exactly.

This was also the reason for Wang Hao’s irritation—the game’s scriptwriter had plagiarized real events, leading to spoilers.

"With this sentence as a clue, the answer is very clear."

"The Qingtian Hospital in the game world also collapsed due to ground subsidence and is in fact already in ruins."

"However, under the influence of the ’Moon of Illusion,’ or maybe due to a kind of ’Delusion’ that humans have a strong desire to survive, the hospital still stands, forming a terribly bizarre anomaly."

"The ’It’ in this script is Qingtian Hospital itself."

"’It’ refuses to be destroyed, harboring an extremely strong will to maintain its existence. All the unimaginable phenomena are caused by ’It.’"