The doctor's lip was torn in all directions, exposing the dense and crooked teeth inside.

The doctor just walked out of the cleft lip and palate center, his whole face was torn open, and he bit Han Fei's head!

Facing such a terrifying scene, Han Fei didn't take a step back. Instead, he stood upright and swung his knife at the doctor's face.

With death in hand, he dared to kill even hatred.

The bright knife light fell, and the weird and ugly doctor seemed to realize something was wrong, and stepped back at the critical moment of the collision.

The reincarnation only cut off a "petal" of his lips, leaving a **** wound on his face.

"ah!"

There was a scream, and the doctor covered his face, which was different from ordinary people. His eyes gradually became blood red, and he stared at the lips on the ground.

The toothy lip fell to the ground like a flower petal made of human flesh.

"you wanna die!"

Blood and water were mixed in the roar, and the doctor took out two **** scalpels from his pocket: "I want to make all of you like me! Then those who are intact will become a minority! And the minority is patient!"

The doctor's speed was very fast, and Han Fei himself was secretly startled. He aimed the knife at the doctor's neck just now, but the other party dodged within such a short distance.

The departments in Building No. 7 were full of terrifying monsters. Han Fei made a decisive decision: "Go to the fourth floor first!"

The doctor in front of him was pretending to be a patient in the cleft lip and palate center. If they were seen by other doctors in the hospital, both of them would be targeted, so Han Fei also wanted to lure the cleft lip doctor upstairs.

After receiving Han Fei's order, Ah Chong ran up desperately with Du Jing on his back, not daring to waste the precious time Han Fei had bought with his life. .

"Don't even try to run away!" The doctor was crazy, he was holding two scalpels, his speed was ridiculous, his whole body was like a beast lurking in the dark night, desperately biting all the living things he saw.

In order to prevent Du Jing from being hurt, Han Fei could only bite the bullet and delay the doctor.

The doctor was extremely psychotic. The knife in his hand hit Han Fei's cheek every time, trying to destroy Han Fei's charming face.

For most actors, the face is always more important than other places, but Han Fei is an exception. He began to think in his mind, should he use his face to sell a flaw and win himself a chance to make a knife.

As long as he can hit the opponent's vitals, with the sharpness of his previous life, the opponent will undoubtedly die.

The doctor is a sick lunatic, and Han Fei is an extremely calm lunatic. Both of them have experienced the worst and most desperate things.

"Han Fei! Be careful!" Ah Chong exclaimed from the corner on the third floor. Han Fei didn't look back at all, and kicked off the spot directly.

Where he stood just now, there was some orange-yellow, almost transparent mucus dripping down.

"Is this dripping from upstairs?" Han Fei didn't dare to be distracted, but just glanced at it from the corner of his eye. There was mucus flowing from the cracks in the stairs, and it looked very disgusting.

There was a stench in the air, and Han Fei was worried that after working hard, he would not be able to deal with other dangers.

He gave up the idea of ​​exchanging injuries with the doctor, retreated quickly, and ran upstairs.

The doctor whose lip was cut off by him chased after him, holding two scalpels, and vowed to change Han Fei into his image.

Flee quickly and come to the third floor.

The ground was already covered with that stinky yellow mucus, some places were almost transparent, and some places were cloudy and lumpy, which looked extremely disgusting.

"What the **** is this?"

The slime stuck to the soles of the shoes, making it difficult for people to stand still. Ah Chong almost fell down with Du Jing on his back. He accidentally grabbed the stair railing and his fingertips touched a little bit of slime.

"It's very slippery and greasy, like lard to the touch?" Ah Chong's fingertips felt numb and numb. It was quite comfortable at first, but soon he felt uneasy.

The mucus easily penetrated the protection of the skin and was seeping into his body. His fingers swelled by a quarter almost instantly.

"Brother Han! My hands are poisoned!"

"If it doesn't work, cut it off! Don't let it spread!" Han Fei dodged with a knife, without turning his head.

He wholeheartedly guarded against the cleft lip doctor. While dodging, he did not forget to observe his surroundings.

All the mucus seeps from the Body Sculpture Liposuction Center on the third floor, and the door of that department seems to be unable to close tightly.

Chased by the crazy cleft lip doctor, the three of Han Fei didn't bother to take a closer look, and they ran to the fourth floor in one breath.

"Is Doctor Zhang Xi on this floor?"

Rushing into the corridor on the fourth floor, Han Fei was gradually unable to do what he wanted. As the world continued to alienate the cleft lip doctor, his speed was getting faster and faster.

What's even more disgusting is that the opponent's scalpel is still smeared with an unknown curse, as long as it is scratched, it will make the body dull.

Under the ebb and flow, Han Fei became more and more struggling.

What made Han Fei even more worried was that whenever he was in danger, there would be a faint pain in his head. Fu Yi seemed to be holding back bad water and was always ready to give Han Fei a fatal blow.

With internal and external troubles, Han Fei didn't know how long he could last.

"It's almost here, the ward I lived in is in front of it! Dr. Zhang usually works in the department in the middle of the corridor!"

The alienation of the hospital is already very serious, the pale light is distorted in the corridor, the corridor looks very short, but in fact it is very long, and there is a very long distance between each ward.

Running wildly all the way, the three of Han Fei finally came to the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor, where there was a rather special department—the Cosmetology Counseling Center.

This department has a large area, and there are some words written on the outer wall-beauty not only refers to the health and beauty of appearance and body, but also refers to the all-round perfect state of psychology and social adaptation. We must reject morbid beauty, reject Harmful beauty, refuse to follow the herd for beauty.

Those sentences are full of positive guidance, but every word is drawn with blood, crooked, no matter how you look at it, it is a kind of irony.

"Han Fei, are you sure we want to go in?" Ah Chong was carrying Du Jing on his back. He was a little scared when he saw the blood writing all over the wall.

Han Fei, who was desperately dodging the doctor's attack, had no time to talk to Ah Chong. When he retreated to the door of the department, he kicked Ah Chong into the department.

Then he himself dodged into the room and closed the department door at the last minute.

"You can't escape! We'll make you like me!" The cleft lip doctor kept stabbing the door with his scalpel, and Han Fei's chest rose and fell, panting heavily.

"Doctor Zhang should be in the department."

Du Jing leaned on the wall and approached the room inside the department. Before she entered the door, she heard a woman's voice coming from the room.

"You have a psychological problem called body dysmorphic disorder, which is a chronic and persistent psychological disorder, mainly manifested as excessive attention and worry about defects in appearance."

The woman's voice is mature, calm, and nice, giving people a feeling that they can completely trust her.

"Finally, I'm going to meet a normal person in Building No. 7." Ah Chong also heard what the doctor said in the room, and the female doctor seemed to be asking a doctor.

"Don't be careless." Han Fei looked at the crumbling door of the department. The cleft lip doctor would break in at any moment.

"Doctor Zhang Xi is quite normal most of the time." Du Jing was not too sure, she knocked on the door lightly.

"Please come in."

Du Jing opened the door only after obtaining Doctor Zhang's consent, and several people saw the scene inside the department.

A female doctor in a white coat was sitting at a clean and tidy desk, and opposite her was a patient in a hospital gown.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" The female doctor spoke normally, as if she was not affected by the alienation of the world at all. Du Jing also relaxed a little. She was about to go into the room to talk to Dr. Zhang, but was stopped by Han Fei.

"Don't go there yet, look at that patient."

The body of the patient sitting opposite the female doctor was shaking constantly. After holding on for two or three seconds, his whole body fell apart like building blocks. What was even more strange was that even so, he was still heaving a sigh of relief, without losing his mind.

"Are you also here to consult about psychological problems?" Dr. Zhang didn't care about the patient opposite at all, she rested her chin on her hands, looked at Du Jing, and said to herself, "Is the prosthesis on the left leg comfortable to use? There’s always that constant pain inside you, and it’s body dysmorphic disorder that needs to be stepped in.”

"Doctor Zhang, I am actually more worried about my daughter than my own body." Du Jing said in a low voice, but Dr. Zhang ignored her at all. After receiving the diagnosis result, he looked at Ah Chong again.

"You care too much about what others think of you, and you always take passive evasion behaviors. You are suffering from body dysmorphic disorder and need emergency treatment."

Originally Ah Chong thought that Dr. Zhang Xi looked good and seemed normal, but he gradually discovered something was wrong.

This doctor Zhang Xi thinks that everyone has body dysmorphic disorder, as if all patients suffer from the same disease.

"It's a bit strange." Ah Chong pressed his swollen fingers, and he took a few steps back, but there was a mad doctor outside the department banging on the door, and he had nowhere to escape.

After Zhang Xi looked away from Ah Chong, she looked at Han Fei again, her beautiful eyebrows frowned: "You often let yourself fall into self-anxiety and self-contradictory, this is a typical body dysmorphic disorder, You should always want to change something in your heart, right?"

Putting down the pen in his hand, Dr. Zhang Xi slowly got up from the seat. Her upper body was covered with a white coat, and her lower body covered by the table was covered with blood. She looked like a red and white **** angel.

"People want to be beautiful, mostly out of physiological needs, safety needs, belonging and love needs~lightnovelpub.net~ the need for respect and the need for self-realization." Dr. Zhang Xi opened the drawer and took out a handful With a bright scalpel, she looked at Han Fei gently: "No matter what your needs are, I will satisfy you and carve you into a better self."

When Dr. Zhang Xi finished speaking, Han Fei suddenly discovered to his horror that he could not control his body.

Zhang Xi's voice seemed to be able to compete for his control over his body, manipulating his flesh and blood!

"What kind of terrifying ability is this?"

When Han Fei came to his senses again, Zhang Xi had already appeared in front of him. The **** white coat exuded a cruel beauty.

"Letter! Letter!" Han Fei opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only shout in his heart.

"You are close to perfect, but not perfect yet." Zhang Xi pressed the scalpel on Han Fei's face. She was about to cut it when a blood-red paper man crawled out from Han Fei's neckline, holding a knife in his hand. A crumpled letter.

The letter paper was shaken open, and the paper figurine let Zhang Xi see the contents of the letter.

The blood on the white coat fell drop by drop, and Zhang Xi's scalpel stopped in front of Han Fei.

She looked at the words on the letter paper, and it seemed as if something exploded in her head, distorting her face and looking extremely painful.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei found that he could control his body again.

He immediately distanced himself from Zhang Xi. Compared with this doctor Zhang who could manipulate flesh and blood, the cleft lip doctor outside the door was obviously cuter.

"I'm your brother's best friend, and he told me to hand over this letter to you." Han Fei pressed the master-level acting switch in his mind, and quietly used his speech ability: "He said he forgot Many things, but never forgetting that you were his best sister and he knew you were there to protect him."