NABC Chapter 569 You two are here on vacation!
Chapter 569 You two are here on vacation!
Kuroki Hideto clutched his calf, wincing in pain, and could barely speak:
"Master... Supervisor... that... that corpse moved!"
The supervisor remained expressionless, his cloudy eyes darting around before he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a dark yellow coin.
He tossed the coin near Hidetoshi Kuroki's feet; the metal struck the ground with a dull "clink."
"Put a coin into the corpse's mouth, under the tongue, and it will calm down."
Hidetoshi Kuroki and Derek both looked down at the coin on the ground, then looked up at the same time, their expressions identical—pale, stiff, and their pupils filled with rejection.
"Who...who will go?" Derek's voice was hoarse.
Hideto Kuroki took a half step back: "I just got an electric shock, my legs are still weak..."
Derek: "The wound on my back has started to get infected..."
The supervisor stared at them coldly for three seconds, then lashed out with his black leather whip, creating a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.
"If no one goes within 10 seconds, each person will receive five lashes."
"Rock, paper, scissors!" they both shouted almost simultaneously.
Derek threw scissors, and Hidetoshi Kuroki threw paper.
Hideto Kuroki stared at his hand, his expression as if he had swallowed a live fly.
Derek let out a long breath, took two steps back as if granted a pardon, and pressed his back against the wall.
Hideto Kuroki bent down, his fingertips trembling as he picked up the dark yellow coin from the ground.
He looked up at the stretcher lying on the ground around the corner.
The white cloth was still half-fallen, exposing that bluish-gray face in the dim light, the corners of her mouth still turned up, as if waiting for him to come over.
Hideto Kuroki swallowed hard, then, supporting himself against the wall, his steps stiff, he slowly moved over...
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At this moment, in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room, a large number of foreign viewers were frantically spamming the chat with protests:
"This is unfair! This is blatant corruption exploiting vulnerabilities in the dungeon!"
"While other chosen ones are fighting tooth and nail to survive, Lin Feng from your Dragon Kingdom is just spending money to relax and enjoy himself—that's cheating!"
"The rules of the dungeon should be absolutely fair; bribing NPCs with money has broken them!"
"We strongly demand that the authorities impose sanctions on Lin Feng!"
Dragon Kingdom netizens:
"That's hilarious! If you can't pull off some kind of 'strange currency,' don't be so sour! Money power is a part of strength, okay?"
"What's the point of talking about fairness and justice when we're talking about the world? Why don't you just fight tigers and lions hand-to-hand? Why use weapons?"
"The best strategy is to attack the enemy's plans; next is to disrupt their alliances; next is to attack their army; and the worst is to besiege their cities. Haven't you read Sun Tzu's Art of War?"
"Yongshan Hospital is inherently dark and corrupt; following and exploiting the rules is the strongest way to survive!"
"I suggest netizens from certain countries shut up. Being bad at cooking is the original sin, and being sour is truly ugly!"
Amidst the chaotic barrage of comments, a comment from a Chinese netizen was pushed to the top, with large, bright font:
"You think this is a survival challenge? No, this is teaching you a lesson—in any world, money really can buy you anything!"
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In ward 214, Lin Feng was so weak from the massage that he sank into the pillow.
Vassim occasionally let out a few ethereal groans, and even his toes curled up.
"Mr. Lin, you have a nodule on your neck and shoulder area. Do you often stay up late?"
Xiaoya's voice was soft and sweet as she gently circled her thumb around his Jianjing acupoint.
"Let me massage you a few more times, so you can sleep soundly tonight."
Lin Feng mumbled an "Mmm" into his pillow, too lazy to even speak.
Wasim tilted his head out of the pillow, half an eye peeking out, and glanced at Lin Feng, mumbling:
"Dude, do you think we saved the galaxy in our past lives?"
Lin Feng turned his head: "Be more confident, and remove the words 'is it'?"
Xiaoya and Xiaoli both covered their mouths and laughed at the same time, their shoulders trembling slightly.
In this unbelievably peaceful atmosphere—
"Squeak~"
The door to room 214 was pushed open.
Lin Feng instinctively turned his neck and saw a slender and tall figure standing against the light at the doorway. A neat trench coat accentuated her graceful figure, and her loose chestnut-brown long curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Her eyebrows and eyes were cool and captivating.
It was Su Wan.
She was followed by Aying and Aque.
The air froze for about two seconds.
Su Wan's brows furrowed slowly.
Before she went inside, she imagined several scenarios in her mind:
The worst part was that Lin Feng was strapped to an electroconvulsive therapy machine with the current set too high, causing him to clench his teeth and convulse. She rushed in, kicked over the machine, and dragged him away.
What she found was a ward filled with the aroma of medicinal oil, where two hot nurses were bending over, professionally performing shoulder and neck physiotherapy on two grown men.
Su Wan stepped into the ward, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor tiles, yet carrying a sense of oppression that made one's scalp tingle.
"You two, are you here on vacation?!"
Xiaoya and Xiaoli exchanged a glance, and simultaneously stopped what they were doing.
"Hospital beds are for patients to rest and receive treatment, not for you to lie on and have your shoulders massaged and your backs rubbed—look at what this looks like!"
Xiaoya rubbed the hem of her clothes with her fingertips and took a half step back somewhat uneasily.
Xiao Li is more clever than her; she's already started packing her purse.
Su Wan's cold gaze swept over the two nurses: "Get out."
As soon as the two words were spoken, Xiaoya and Xiaoli shuddered simultaneously, quickly grabbed their massage bags, lowered their heads, and hurriedly squeezed out the door.
The ward fell silent.
Lin Feng had already sat up in bed, scratched the back of his head, and said with an awkward smile:
"Um...we're not patients...massage is part of the treatment, it's legitimate physical therapy..."
Wasim also lifted his head from under the pillow, a red mark on half of his face from being pressed down, his eyes glazed over, still reeling from the shock of being told to "get out".
Su Wan crossed her arms and looked down at Lin Feng:
"Everyone else is strictly following the rules, struggling to survive, and living in the shadow of death at all times. Only you openly seek special treatment and indulge yourselves, using the suffering of others as a backdrop for your own pleasure!"
Lin Feng subconsciously glanced at the exquisite high heels on Su Wan's feet, secretly thinking to himself:
These shoes were a gift from me, and you accepted them gladly when you wore them, but now you're turning your back on me and lecturing me?!
No, that's not right.
Something in Lin Feng's mind snapped to life.
Su Wan's first reaction upon entering the room was relief, followed by displeasure.
So the anger isn't about him breaking the rules, it's about him living too comfortably!
Or rather, the person who massaged him so comfortably was a beautiful nurse!
The switch in Lin Feng's mind was completely turned on.
He didn't dare to curl his lips into a smile, but he already knew exactly what was going on.
Su Wan is jealous!
He cleared his throat and adopted a sincere expression:
"Section Chief Su, I really have no other choice. I was just thinking of spending money to avoid the electric shock torture, so that I wouldn't actually end up incontinent."
"Who knew that when the doctor saw the condition of my neck and shoulders, he thought my stiff neck was too severe and proactively arranged physical therapy for me..."
"I passively accepted the offer; I definitely didn't actively consume it!"