Chapter 116 Improved Attack "Ready, we're about to depart."...

Seemingly not expecting the other party to be so calm, Liang Jun's expression froze for a moment.

The entire space was filled with a blinding red light that symbolized danger. She squinted slightly and glanced behind Geng Qing.

There seemed to be something crawling there.

She suddenly thought of the zombie that everyone had worked together to drive away, and even her voice sounded a little off.

"Director Geng! Watch out behind you!"

"Zombies?" Geng Qing remained calm. "I've already knocked them unconscious."

She remained standing outside the door, a faint smile playing on her lips. "What? Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Ge Lin had never seen this person before.

From his perspective, in a dungeon where death could strike at any moment, this woman known as "Director Geng" had somehow teleported here unharmed from another building.

It seems strange no matter how you look at it, right?!

Before Liang Jun could respond, Ge Lin raised the mop handle in her hand first.

"Why should I let you in?!" He looked furious. "Can you explain why you teleported just now? If not, how will anyone know if you're a human or a ghost!"

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Geng Qing glanced at it curiously.

Her gaze returned to Liang Jun. "This energetic young man... is he also your friend?"

"Who are you calling a 'spirited young man'?!"

Ge Lin was furious that his carefully designed blue buzz cut had been humiliated, and he jumped three feet high in the air.

If it weren't for Xin Sang and Jiang Zhiling stopping him, he probably would have rushed out and beaten Geng Qing.

Although we don't know who will win or lose.

Seeing this scene, Liang Jun could only force a smile.

But now is not the time for roughhousing. Danger lurks deep within the dungeon, and the longer players remain exposed, the higher the chance of being killed by dungeon NPCs.

But as Ge Lin said, during that period of time, something did happen to Geng Qing that was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Liang Xun scanned the other person back and forth, trying to find some clues that could convince herself.

Just as her gaze fell on Geng Qing's feet, Liang Jun realized that, at some point, the other person's pair of black patent leather high heels had disappeared, replaced by black sneakers with blue-green accents.

These shoes are the same style as the ones I'm wearing; the only difference is the color of the accents on the upper.

Seeing this, Liang Jun became even more certain that the person in front of her was not faking his identity.

Geng Qing perhaps noticed her gaze, and the usually quick-witted girl suddenly seemed uncomfortable. "These shoes... I just picked them up..."

"Pfft." Liang Jun couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She stepped back slightly and opened the cleaning room door wider. "Come in, Director Geng."

The room, less than 20 square meters, was not only filled with all sorts of cleaning supplies, but also accommodated nine adults.

There wasn't enough space to stand, so some people had to move to the pile of miscellaneous items and sit next to Lao Ren.

Geng Qing was still clutching the empty syringe. After glancing around, she waved to Gu Keke, who was sitting on a pile of junk in a daze.

"Could you please get me a waste bag, please?"

Still in a daze, Gu Keke acted like a robot, nodding and following orders. She rummaged through the pile of messy clutter and pulled out a yellow bag, handing it to Geng Qing, who was standing by the door.

Geng Qing skillfully opened the bag, separated the syringe, put it into a waste bag, sealed it, and threw it into a small, inconspicuous trash can.

After silently completing a series of actions, Geng Qing looked up and found that all the players in front of her were staring straight at her.

Especially the boy she called a "spirited young man," whose eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Geng Qing seemed indifferent. She habitually tucked her white coat in, then loosened her curly hair and tidied it up again.

"Aren't you curious about what I experienced on the road?"

With plenty of time to spare, Geng Qing abandoned her elaborate updo and simply tied her long, beautiful hair up in a neat knot. She then leaned against the wall with her hands in her pockets and began to recount her experiences to the people in the room.

"If I'm not mistaken, everyone should have received the notification of the dungeon's arrival at the same time. At that time, I was having surgery, and because of the shortage of manpower, I was preparing medicines in the medicine preparation room. I happened to have propofol for anesthesia next to me."

At this point, Geng Qing took out a syringe from his pocket.

Despite the glaring red light, everyone could still clearly see that the syringe was filled with a milky white liquid, as clean as pure milk.

"This is propofol."

Geng Qing removed the protective cap from one of the needles. "It's a potent general anesthetic. Ordinary propofol will make the patient lose consciousness 30 seconds after injection; but the one I have here has been specially modified by the hospital."

Liang Jun thought she might push the syringe like in the TV dramas, letting the milky white liquid flow from the needle—but Geng Qing didn't.

Perhaps because he felt it was wasteful, Geng Qing didn't demonstrate it further and put the needle protective cover back on.

"Injecting a patient with modified propofol can induce general anesthesia instantly, causing them to lose all mobility. However, modified propofol also has its drawbacks, namely that its duration of action is relatively short, lasting about five to ten minutes before the effect wears off, and the patient will gradually regain limb movement."

"Of course, after receiving the system notification, I quickly realized that my surroundings had not changed, so I initially judged that this should be a copy projected into the real world. So, I took all the propofol from the medicine preparation room, just in case."

"You should know what happened next."

Geng Qing shrugged. "When I came out of the medicine preparation room, I ran into two zombies that appeared out of nowhere. I almost instinctively injected them with propofol, but I didn't expect that such a powerful drug could work on the zombies at the same time."

Liang Jun picked up the conversation, saying, "Next, you should send us a message on your phone and then head towards the hospital building."

"That's right."

Geng Qing returned an affirmative look, "Actually, there is a suspended passageway between the outpatient building and the inpatient building, but no one usually uses it, so it has been locked for many years. After learning your location, I originally thought I would try to take a shortcut, but I didn't expect that the door would actually open, and I didn't encounter any more zombies on the way here."

"So how did you get up here? By elevator or stairs?"

Qi Zhixia astutely raised a question: "When we were in the elevator, the car was shaking violently, as if it was about to fall."

Geng Qing seemed somewhat surprised by her question, "Shaking? I didn't feel it."

Geng Qing gently adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. "I came up in the elevator, and it works perfectly fine. There's nothing strange about it that you're talking about."

"After I got to the seventh floor, I saw a zombie with a missing arm lingering in front of your door. He seemed to have noticed me too, and just as he turned to attack me, a shot of propofol was injected into his neck."

At this point, Geng Qing sighed softly, seemingly with some regret.

"Actually, half a dose would have been enough, but I gave myself a full injection, which was a real waste."

Liang Jun recalled the dark figure that had been crawling at the door earlier.

It turned out to be a zombie that had already been anesthetized by Geng Qing.

Geng Qing wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Lao Ren's painful wails.

Out of a doctor's instinct, she felt a pang of pity. "What's wrong with him?"

Standing to the side, Luo Chuange was a little embarrassed. "I accidentally cut him with my fruit knife..."

Seeing this, Geng Qing readily walked towards Lao Ren's direction.

Old Ren seemed surprised that the other party would actually take pity on him and check his injuries, and for a moment he felt a little guilty.

As it turns out, Lao Ren's guilty conscience was not without reason.

After a simple initial examination, Geng Qing discovered that it was just a simple superficial injury.

In a hospital, these would all be the type of cases that don't require stitches.

She reached into her white coat pocket again with her right hand and pulled out a brand new propofol.

"Do you need an injection?"

Old Ren immediately stopped wailing, waved his hands repeatedly, and a layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

After the farce ended, the cleaning room returned to calm.

This is a good opportunity for Leung Chun to ask everyone for their opinions on what's to come.

Unlike usual, the system's objectives for clearing the level were not clearly defined this time, so everyone's initial thoughts were unusually aligned—

For now, rest and recuperate in the cleaning room. Once everything is ready, you can leave and explore the seventh floor room by room, trying to trigger the rules and clues that the system has intentionally concealed, and find more key information.

After finalizing the next steps, everyone began making preparations.

Geng Qing had less than ten vials of propofol left, and despite saying things like "this stuff is very precious," she was still willing to share it with everyone.

However, it was obviously unrealistic to give one to everyone. To some extent, this thing could even be used as a weapon to attack zombies, so Geng Qing kept one for himself, Liang Jun, and Xin Sang, and divided the rest equally between Luo Chuange and Ge Lin.

Although Lao Ren struggled to find an opportunity for himself, he was ruthlessly rejected by the other party on the grounds that he "currently has no offensive capabilities".

Liang Jun, along with the others, continued to scavenge for usable tools in the cleaning room.

But after looking around, they found that only the mop handle was somewhat useful. So the group started making things on the spot, removing all the heavy but not very useful mop heads, leaving only a few thick wooden sticks for self-defense.

Xin Sang didn't hesitate to use the points she had worked so hard to earn.

She went on a shopping spree in the system's store, and on the advice of Gu Keke and Qi Zhixia, she spent a fortune to buy several invisible cloths and a huge pile of modeling clay.

After the goods arrived, the group began assembling and setting up the props scattered on the ground. After repeated and precise comparisons, they finally stretched all the invisibility cloths to a size that could accommodate nine people at the same time.

Everything is ready.

Liang Jun touched the precious propofol tucked into her waistband, gripped the lightweight yet powerful mop handle tightly in her hand, and repeatedly adjusted her breathing and heartbeat.

She placed her hand on the cold doorknob and said in a deep voice, "Get ready, we're about to leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the cleaning room was slowly opened again.

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Author's note: I twisted my back while taking a shower this afternoon, and it still hasn't gotten any better. It's incredibly painful!

My current state is: once I sit down, I can't stand up; once I lie down, I can't get up...

Mom said she'll take me swimming tomorrow, maybe I'll feel better after swimming.

Really...? Is this really true...?