harleyscars Chapter 540 A nurse? In this department?!
Chapter 540 A nurse? In this department?!
As soon as Su Wan finished speaking, a commotion immediately broke out in the crowd.
"Are we going to have to eat that shit-like stuff again? Ugh—"
"I envy Lin Feng, he got another top-notch meal."
Su Wan did not give them time to continue the discussion.
"Now, line up again by dormitory."
The crowd began to move.
After a rustling sound, the loose crowd gradually formed small square formations.
Su Wan's gaze swept across the entire room, her voice neither too loud nor too soft:
"Next—those who know they are still shining, don't try to steal the spotlight, step into the shadows."
The crowd fell silent for a moment.
Lin Feng understood and decisively took a step back.
Seeing Lin Feng's actions, the others, though perhaps not immediately understanding the meaning of his words, instinctively followed suit.
One after another, the rustling footsteps echoed in front of the cafeteria, and the crowd receded like the tide.
Of all the people in the room, only eight remained standing still.
Su Wan looked at the eight people with a calm gaze.
"You guys, stand at the very front."
The eight people looked at each other, realizing that they had suddenly become an "island" in the crowd, and their faces turned pale.
After a moment, the eight people hesitated and slowly walked to the front of the crowd, standing in a row.
Five men and three women.
Everyone had dark circles under their eyes as if they had been punched twice, the whites of their eyes had an unnatural waxy yellow tinge, their pupils were cloudy, and their vision was unfocused.
Su Wan stared at them and spoke:
"Do you realize that you have been contaminated?"
The eight people were struck dumb.
"How could that be?"
"How is that possible?"
"What should we do?"
"Am I going to die?"
A cacophony of panicked voices erupted simultaneously; some voices trembled, while others instinctively touched their faces, seemingly trying to find evidence of "contamination."
Su Wan did not comfort them:
"Now, you have two paths before you."
"First, I'll take one of your lives. One of the five skull patterns on your wrists will immediately turn red."
"Second, go to the psychiatric ward and receive electroconvulsive therapy."
Upon hearing the words "electroconvulsive therapy," many people in the crowd instinctively turned their gaze toward dormitory number 13.
Yesterday, Eric from their dorm—the chosen one who plays the role of a mental patient—was treated with electroconvulsive therapy in the psychiatric ward.
Then, everyone suddenly shuddered.
Eric was not in the line for dormitory number 13.
Clearly, he had violated the rules and was eliminated.
Of course, this is largely due to the fact that his physical and mental state deteriorated significantly after being electrocuted.
"You have ten seconds, ten, nine..."
Su Wan started the countdown.
The three girls raised their hands almost simultaneously: "We...we choose to lose a life!"
They had witnessed the pain of electric shocks—the humiliation of being incontinent from the pain, the wretched state of being left barely alive like a lump of mud after being electrocuted.
Even if she survives the electric shocks, in that physical and mental state, can she make it through today?
It would be more straightforward to just take away one life.
Although I don't know what the "one life" corresponding to the five skulls on my wrist means, I'll just have to get through this difficult time first.
Of the other five boys, two who looked thin and weak immediately raised their hands: "We also choose to lose a life!"
Su Wan looked at the three boys who still hadn't said anything.
The three men were noticeably more robust, with broad shoulders and a more stable stance.
They exchanged a glance, and one of them gritted his teeth: "We... choose electroconvulsive therapy."
Su Wan nodded slightly: "Very good."
She raised her right hand and snapped her fingers crisply.
"Smack."
The next second, on the wrists of the two girls and three boys, one of the five skull patterns turned from gray to a dazzling red, as if licked by an invisible flame.
The red wasn't from pigment seeping in, but rather from deep within the skin, carrying an ominous warmth.
At the same time, the watch faces on the right wrists of the other three boys lit up simultaneously.
A cold, electronic beep came from the watch face:
[Destination: Psychiatry Department]
[Route navigation has been generated]
[Estimated walking time: 3 minutes]
[Countdown: 5:00]
If the timeout period expires and the procedure is not completed, Option 1 will be executed automatically.
On the watch face, the countdown numbers have already started to jump.
【4:59……】
【4:58……】
【4:57……】
One of the three men suddenly looked up: "No—we haven't had breakfast yet!"
Su Wan glanced at him, her tone indifferent:
"Skipping breakfast is actually good for you."
"Fasting is required before electroconvulsive therapy; otherwise, vomiting or aspiration may occur during the treatment."
"You wouldn't want to choke to death on your own vomit while getting an electric shock, would you?"
The three of them thought it made sense, so they didn't say anything more. They glanced at the navigation route on the watch face and quickly headed towards the psychiatric department.
Su Wan watched them leave, then looked away and gazed at the remaining group.
"Next, draw the roles you will play today."
"After breakfast, just like yesterday, we went to the VR teaching room for a brief training session."
With a slight twist of her wrist, a bubble gun appeared out of thin air in her hand. She shook it gently and then pulled the trigger.
Countless bubbles shot out from the gun muzzle, flooding the crowd and refracting a colorful halo in the morning light.
Everyone reached out to take it.
Lin Feng raised his hand and caught a bubble that floated towards him.
The bubble burst in his palm, leaving behind a line of bloody words:
[Breast Surgery Nurse]
Lin Feng's lips twitched.
No, does this person really consider themselves a friend of women?
Wasim's mouth twitched even more violently than Lin Feng's.
Lin Feng leaned closer to take a look and saw that the bloody words on Wasim's palm were exactly the same as his own—[Breast Surgery Nurse].
Wasim stammered, as if he'd swallowed a live fly: "This...should I write a will right now?"
Evelyn, standing next to her, held out her palm; she was also a breast specialist nurse.
Seeing Lin Feng and Wasim's miserable expressions, she couldn't help but laugh:
"Don't worry, leave the tasks involving intimate care to me later."
The two women, as if grasping at a lifeline, almost simultaneously exclaimed, "From now on, you're my older sister! Just ask if you need anything!"
Hideto Kuroki from the Sakura Country looked down at his palm, paused for a moment, then muttered a curse under his breath:
"Baka!"
Wasim leaned closer to take a look—[Proctologist].
He chuckled and patted Kuroki Hidetoshi on the shoulder:
"It's mainly because of your good service attitude. The patient must have specifically requested your service."
"It smells a bit bad, but with your service attitude, you'll definitely pass."
Martha spreads out her palms: [Garden Cleaner].
Envious glances were cast around them.
Wasim walked over and kindly reminded, "Sometimes dangerous patients might run away from the courtyard, so please be careful."
Martha nodded seriously: "Thank you for the reminder."