After I traveled through the book, I became an NPC in a horror novel

Chapter 213 Thorn Mental Hospital 11

"Knock knock knock..."

There was a knock on the door, and after Cyril said "Come in", a doctor who was also wearing a white coat, but with the word "Schizophrenia" written on the name tag on his chest walked in.

"Doctor Cyril."

The doctor treating schizophrenia nodded to Cyril, then at Cyril's gesture, sat down opposite Cyril and began to report on some patient conditions.

While listening, Cyril picked up the used teacup that Yang Guang had placed in the middle and took a sip of the remaining scented tea in the cup. This action was so natural that it seemed as if the cup was his own.

Oh, this seems to be Cyril's cup...

Yang Guang's thoughts gradually drifted away. The two people in front of him were talking about something like this: a patient kept telling others that he was not a mental patient, and mumbled some incomprehensible words. When facing the doctor, he changed his statement and admitted that he did have mental problems...

The doctor then suspected that the man might have potential schizophrenia and requested surgery.

Yes, it is very random, and there are unreasonable points in every place, but it is not surprising at all in this copy which is not very normal.

While Yang Guang was looking at the branches and leaves outside the window swaying in the wind, he wondered which player was caught by the NPC while talking about the dungeon with other players... According to the doctor, this player was going to suffer.

Since the Middle Ages, some very cruel methods of treating the mentally ill have emerged.

The Thorn Asylum looks very modern, but it is not impossible for them to suddenly return to their roots and pay tribute to past classics...

Thinking of this, Yang Guang pulled himself back to his thoughts and turned his gaze back to the two people who were talking.

"Okay, Dr. Cyril, I'll make arrangements for him as soon as possible."

After saying that, he stood up and left.

Yang Guang: What an unlucky guy.

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This unlucky guy just happened to be one of the players that my stepbrother Mr. Su had just become familiar with.

Whether to choose to fight alone in a dungeon should also be carefully considered. If the strength is sufficient and the dungeon conditions are advantageous for a single player or disadvantageous for a group of players, then it will definitely be easier to clear the level alone.

But it is obvious that the Thorn Psychiatric Hospital does not meet the above contradictions.

Therefore, some players may choose to join a group, while some players just want to take this opportunity to get some clues from others.

Whatever their purpose was, they did manage to evade the nurses' inspections and successfully gathered together.

Player A: "There's an old man in my ward who keeps shouting something like... who is the devil? The devil could be an important NPC."

Player B: "There was someone else in the same ward with me. He seemed to be a little anxious or depressed. He was talking nonsense all day long. He lived in the innermost room. I took a few steps inside when he wasn't paying attention. I found that the wall inside was covered with black tangled lines. It was disgusting and made me want to vomit."

Player C: "Me too! There's a ..."

Everyone was talking actively, and somehow, they were chatting enthusiastically. Mr. Su silently watched the players chatting enthusiastically in front of him, without saying a word.

He did not casually mention the fact that he was the only one in his ward, because not every patient in the player's ward could be made public for everyone to laugh at, so except for Mr. Su, several other players also did not say anything.

This makes Mr. Su look less prominent.

President Su lowered his eyes and thought. He asked the system at that time, and the system said that the identity information of the players in this copy was generated based on the real world...so he could live in an expensive single room because in this copy, he was as rich as in the real world.

Thinking about this, Mr. Su accidentally thought of the mother and daughter who made him sick.

Mr. Su suppressed his nausea deep inside and didn't show it.

The unlucky guy was also one of the players who shared his fellow patients with great relish. He was indeed very unlucky. Just when he was halfway through his story, the NPC came to catch them. It just so happened that when the NPC came to catch the player, he was mumbling about the dungeon.

The players rationally did not struggle or resist, but were obediently "pushed" back to the ward by the nurse.

Before leaving, President Su looked back at the player who had a disapproving expression, and his face looked a little bad.

Mr. Su did not notice the sudden appearance of the NPC. He could only say that if the copy intentionally torments the players, the players really have no way to deal with it.

So when President Su wanted to stop this person from continuing speaking, it was too late.

Because the NPCs behind him had heard his speech.

Mr. Su frowned as he thought about the player who had just been talking so eloquently but now looked indifferent.

He can't help this person anymore, this person has to rely on himself from now on...

As Mr. Su said, the unlucky guy really had to rely on himself. There were no other players in the ward except him. The unlucky guy was not a careless person in the past dungeons, but he broke the taboo in this dungeon.

He expressed frankly and directly that he agreed with the doctor's point of view, and admitted that he was indeed sick and should receive treatment.

The unlucky guy once heard that a mentally ill person will never admit that he is a mentally ill person, and a sick person will say that he is not sick.

So he thought that actively cooperating with the treatment would help him get rid of the role of "mental patient" and leave the Thorn Psychiatric Hospital faster.

But he didn't expect that the doctors and nurses in the copy heard him discussing words like "system" and "copy" without being blocked.

So it wasn't until he heard the man in a white coat standing beside his bed utter words like "medication" and "surgery" that he realized something seemed a little wrong.

"Wait...wait, what surgery?"

The unlucky guy asked with a trembling voice.

The man who looked like a doctor smiled at him friendly, then turned and left.

The unlucky guy tried to run after them and question them, but before he even touched the ground, he was subdued on the bed by two fat and strong men.

"Hey... Hey! What do you mean! Cure? I'm not sick... I'm not sick!"

The unlucky guy struggled and shouted, and an old man next to him added fuel to the fire, "Hey, you're not sick, young man, didn't you just admit that you were sick? Now you're not sick? I think you are more forgetful than an old man like me, hahahaha..."

On one side was the doctor who had disappeared, and on the other side was the old man who kept making weird laughs. The unlucky guy felt like his head was going to explode. Unfortunately, at this moment, he was a mental patient, so any explanation he gave was not credible...

Mental illness, yes, if you are mentally ill, then nothing you do is surprising.

So the unlucky guy wasted a prop card in anger, broke free from the male nurse who was holding him down, rolled off the bed, kicked the foul-mouthed old man to the ground, then slapped him a few times and felt good.

The old man was confused, the old man fainted, and the caregiver screamed.