Hospital 444
Chapter 701 - 12: The Dean’s Arrival

Chapter 701: Chapter 12: The Dean’s Arrival

The mist of Suyuan Mountain wriggled like a living thing, entwining every inch of the land. Fang Zhou stood at the foot of the mountain, his white coat flapping in the mountain breeze, revealing a row of surgical knives at his waist—each engraved with different spells. His gaze was stern, but his fingers trembled slightly.

His wife Wen Xiaoshu and daughter Little Meng had just appeared before him.

They shouldn’t be here. Yet Wen Xiaoshu held Little Meng’s hand and stepped into the mist without any consciousness.

"Fang Zhou, are you sure they entered the mountain?" Li Bolin’s voice came from behind.

Fang Zhou didn’t respond, just raised his hand, a drop of fresh blood oozing from his palm. The blood bead floated in the air, trembling slightly, then drifted in a certain direction. He could sense the location of his dear ones through blood.

"That way," he said in a low, hoarse voice. "Mei Yang... is guiding them."

Li Bolin frowned. "Mei Yang? Your ex-wife?"

Fang Zhou’s knuckles turned white from his grip. "She died, but the curse of Suyuan Mountain turned her into something else."

He had already observed that his wife Wen Xiaoshu was possessed by his ex-wife Mei Yang.

He didn’t continue speaking.

He married Wen Xiaoshu and had Little Meng, but deep down, he always felt that he had betrayed Mei Yang. As a doctor, he couldn’t save her; as a husband, he eventually broke his vow and fell in love with another woman. Now, the curse of Suyuan Mountain had manifested his guilt—Mei Yang had returned, in the cruelest way.

"Let’s go," Fang Zhou stepped into the dense mist, his blood boiling in his veins, ready to unleash his cursed object’s power at any moment.

Deep within the mist, a cheerful whistling sound came.

Fang Zhou suddenly halted.

"Oh my, another doctor from Hospital 444?"

A figure emerged from the fog—Jin Xiuxian.

His white coat was spotless as always, a new glass bottle hanging around his neck, harboring a strand of writhing black hair. His throat was supposed to have a fatal knife wound, yet now, it was as smooth as ever, without even a scar.

"You..." Fang Zhou’s pupils contracted upon seeing the black inverted cross on Jin Xiuxian’s forehead. "You are! Wait, no, I can sense it, you should have died once!"

Jin Xiuxian chuckled and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Death? That’s just the narrow perception of three-dimensional beings."

He lightly tapped the glass bottle with his fingertip. "My ’Hunter’ ability can store spare bodies at different points in time... Death? It’s merely a change of shell."

Fang Zhou’s gaze turned icy. "Get out of my way, I don’t have time to play with you, I need to find someone."

Jin Xiuxian sighed dramatically, feigning sadness. "So cold-hearted, nameless doctor from Hospital 444." His grin twisted grotesquely. "Hey, could it be you’re looking for a pair of people who seem like mother and daughter? That kid really caught my eye, but she quickly vanished in the thick mist."

Fang Zhou’s blood boiled instantly.

"You—court death!"

Fang Zhou’s cursed object ability was fully unleashed!

His skin turned transparent in an instant, all his blood vessels, muscles, and bones dissolved, the whole person turned into a body condensed from fresh blood, like a crimson ghost. His surgical knives floated in the blood mist, their blades glowing with a scarlet spell light.

Jin Xiuxian whistled. "What a spectacle~"

In the next moment, Fang Zhou’s blood body exploded, transforming into countless blood arrows that shot out!

"Thud thud thud—!"

The blood arrows pierced through Jin Xiuxian’s body, pinning him to the tree trunk behind. But he smiled, fresh blood spilling from his mouth. "It’s useless..."

His body suddenly crumbled like sand, then reassembled not far away—he had switched to another spare three-dimensional body!

"Doctor Fang, your Blood Curse is strong, but it can’t kill me," Jin Xiuxian’s voice echoed from all around, with several of his figures looming in the mist. "After all, I am ’Undead.’ My soul has already attached to the High-dimensional Abyss!"

Fang Zhou didn’t waste any words, his blood body abruptly contracted, condensing back into a human shape.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist!

"Boom!"

Jin Xiuxian’s phantoms burst one after another, blood splashing everywhere, but the real him disappeared again.

Fang Zhou’s blood churned violently.

He had to end this quickly.

Otherwise, who knows where his wife would take Little Meng!

"Jin Xiuxian," Fang Zhou suddenly spoke, his voice icy, "Your ’Hunter’ ability essentially jumps on a timeline, right?"

Jin Xiuxian’s soft chuckle came from the mist. "Exactly. You three-dimensional beings can only travel from the past to the future along a fixed timeline, unlike me, who can not only traverse time but even pause it!"

Fang Zhou’s lips curled into a faint smile. "I don’t need to traverse time."

His blood body suddenly dispersed, turning into a blood mist that enveloped the entire area!

"My blood can penetrate everything."

In the blood mist, Fang Zhou’s voice echoed from all directions. "And you—every breath of air you take, contains my blood."

Jin Xiuxian’s smile froze.

He clutched his throat abruptly, feeling some foreign substance invade his lungs—Fang Zhou’s blood had seeped into his body!

"You..." Jin Xiuxian’s face finally changed. "How is this possible..."

Fang Zhou’s blood body reformed, standing before him, his gaze icy. "Your ability is time-jumping, but your body is still three-dimensional."

He raised his hand, gripping his fingers tightly!

"Blood Erosion!"

"Aaaahh—!!"

Within Jin Xiuxian’s body, his blood suddenly boiled! His blood vessels burst, muscles dissolved, bones shattered—Fang Zhou’s blood wreaked havoc inside him, piercing like a thousand steel needles!

"No... impossible..." Jin Xiuxian kneeled, bleeding from all seven orifices. "My spare bodies..."

"It’s too late to switch," Fang Zhou gazed down at him. "My blood can backtrack to all the bodies that share your bloodline, so I’ve tainted all your bodies throughout the timeline."

Jin Xiuxian’s pupils contracted violently, filled with terror.

"No... no... Seline!! Help me!!"

He frantically shook the glass bottle around his neck, but the black hair inside remained still.

Fang Zhou’s surgical knife floated up, the blade aimed at Jin Xiuxian’s forehead.

"Die!"

The blade flashed.

"Squelch!"

Jin Xiuxian’s head was pierced through, blood spraying out. His body twitched a few times, then fell silent.

This time, he didn’t resurrect.

The mist briefly cleared, Fang Zhou gasped as he regained his human form, his skin as pale as paper. Li Bolin supported him. "Are you alright?"

Fang Zhou shook his head, his gaze fixed on the mountaintop. "There’s no time..."

Li Bolin gritted his teeth. "Let’s go!"

The two rushed towards the mountaintop, Jin Xiuxian’s body slowly being consumed by the mist behind them.

The curse of Suyuan Mountain continued.

And Fang Zhou’s battle for redemption had just begun.

Most doctors who entered Suyuan Mountain were now dead.

Only Fang Zhou and a few others... were still alive.

Night fell.

In the depths of Suyuan Mountain’s mist, a crimson protective suit stood before a pitch-black coffin, the electronic voice from beneath the gas mask low and distorted.

"The time has come."

He slowly pushed the coffin lid open, revealing a quietly resting doll—Jiushiu Lv.

She wore a pitch-black furisode kimono, her skin as pale as snow, her features almost eerily exquisite, her eyes closed, and her lips holding a faint, ghostly smile. Her ten fingers were interlaced on her chest, as though merely sleeping, not a doll polluted by the Abyss.

Klein Faust stood aside, the Devil’s Eye in his right eye slightly trembling. He could feel the terrifying aura emanating from the coffin—it was the medium connecting the Five Great Abyssal Hells.

"Finally, the sacrifices to welcome the director have arrived," Klein’s voice was cold.

The crimson protective suit didn’t respond, merely gesturing. From the surrounding woods, dozens of doctors from 666 Hospital wearing yellow protective suits carried more dolls, arranging them neatly in the central clearing. The dolls were extremely lifelike, including schoolgirls wearing uniforms, middle-aged men in suits, and even children in pajamas.

But the most striking were two special dolls.

One housed a young man with glasses, his face calm as if merely asleep—Li Yin, a survivor of Hell’s Apartment.

The other housed a long-haired woman, Chu Mizhen, Li Yin’s wife.

The crimson protective suit finally spoke, his voice mechanical and cold through the gas mask. "They never truly escaped... The meme will reclaim all prey."

Klein was silent.

He understood these people’s value—Li Yin and Chu Mizhen had once been resistors of Hell’s Apartment, their souls incredibly resilient, perfect vessels. And Jiushiu Lv was the "doorway" of the Abyss, guiding higher-dimensional beings to descend.

"The director will soon awaken," the crimson protective suit continued. "Once the entrances to all Five Great Abyssal Hells are activated, the director will fully descend into this world."

Klein nodded.

"What about Dai Lin and the others?" he asked coldly.

The crimson protective suit slowly raised his hand, pointing into the fog. "Jin Xiuxian is dead, but it doesn’t matter... The sacrifices are sufficient.

He bent down, gently stroking Jiushiu Lv’s cheek, and whispered:

"Wake up... It’s time to welcome the director."

The next moment, Jiushiu Lv’s eyes—snapped open!

They were pitch black, devoid of pupils, striking terror into anyone who saw them.

The mist across Suyuan Mountain churned violently, as if responding to her awakening.

Klein’s eyeball trembled intensely. He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression—the gaze of a higher-dimensional being.

The ritual had officially begun.

Jiushiu Lv slowly sat up in the coffin, the sleeves of her kimono fluttering without wind. Her eyes... gazed up to the sky.

"Buzz—"

The air seemed to split apart. At that moment, at five Hell entrances, such as Qingcheng Highway and Nileloga Paradise, five pitch-black rifts opened, each leading to different Abyssal space-time layers.

The first rift emitted countless wails of Lost Souls;

The second rift brought forth twisted limbs and eyeballs;

The third rift flowed with a crimson river of blood;

The fourth rift suspended countless shattered mirrors;

The fifth rift—was a vast void, which drove one nearly insane at a single glance.

The crimson protective suit knelt on one knee, voice devout. "Welcome, director."

The other protective suits knelt in unison, lowering their heads as if in worship.

"It’s coming...

A vague and indescribable outline was descending from the higher dimension.

It was the true director of Hospital 444 and Hospital 666.

A being beyond demons, an unspeakable entity.

"It"—was about to awaken.

The mist of Suyuan Mountain boiled completely, the whole mountain trembling, seemingly unable to bear the weight of its descent.

At the foot of the mountain, Dai Lin suddenly looked up, his Devil’s Eye in his left eye throbbing with intense pain—

At this moment, he was alone, nobody else around. He seemed to be trapped deep in Suyuan Mountain.

"Damn..."

In different areas of Suyuan Mountain, Gao Menghua, Gao Heyann, Aluga, Dai Wei, and Fang Zhou—everyone’s cursed objects resonated simultaneously, a primal fear sweeping over them.

The entrance to the Abyss had been opened.

The director’s arrival was unstoppable.

Once the Pandora’s Eye was acquired by the director, everything would end!!!

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