The text on the screen seemed to possess some kind of magic, firmly drawing Shen Qingqiu's gaze.

The sunlight outside the car window was so bright it was almost blinding.

But a chill ran down her spine.

In the novel, the protagonist named Yang Jian is lying on an operating table covered in blood.

The "ghost doctor" whose face was covered in sutures.

Holding a rusty bone saw, he slowly approached.

Shen Qingqiu held her breath, her fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of her phone.

According to the usual routine

At this point, some divine intervention should occur, or the protagonist should suddenly unleash their potential.

But in the works of the "Dream Weaver of Hell," there is never such cheap redemption.

Yang Jian did not struggle; he simply watched the approaching ghost doctor quietly.

Looking at the pair of fanatical and distorted eyes above the other person's mask.

Just as Yang Jian picked up the bone saw, he suddenly spoke.

"Doctor, your hands are shaking."

The Ghost Doctor's movements didn't falter at all, and his voice remained nauseatingly gentle:

"Don't be afraid, I'm just too excited. Being able to cure patients is my greatest wish."

"No."

Yang Jian's voice was as calm as ice.

"Your hands are shaking because you're sick too."

The bone saw in the Ghost Doctor's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

It was less than a centimeter away from Yang Jian's neck.

Yang Jian continued, speaking at a steady pace:

"Your left index finger is missing a piece of flesh, and the wound is black. It was bitten off by the previous patient."

There is a crack in the corner of your right eye, and it is bleeding.

Your white coat is covered in bacteria.

He stared intently into the Ghost Doctor's eyes.

"As a doctor, you are covered in illness and filth."

In this rehabilitation center, patients must recover, but what about the doctors?

"If you can't even heal yourself, what right do you have to perform surgery on others?"

Dead silence.

The entire operating room fell into a deathly silence.

Only the operating lights emitted a buzzing sound of electricity.

The Ghost Doctor stood frozen in place, his eyes, which had been filled with fanaticism, now...

A sense of bewilderment gradually emerged, followed by immense panic.

The rule has been triggered.

In this bizarre world, ghosts cannot be killed, but that doesn't mean they are invincible.

They must follow a certain pattern of killing, and once this pattern is blocked by logical paradoxes, they will fall into a vicious cycle.

This is the meaning of "a doctor cannot heal himself".

"Am I...sick?"

The Ghost Doctor muttered to himself, his voice beginning to tremble.

He lowered his head, looking at his rotting fingers and the mottled bloodstains on his white coat.

"Yes, I am sick... I am guilty... I am imperfect..."

The next second, something chilling happened.

The Ghost Doctor slowly turned the bone saw around, aiming it at his own wrist.

"I need treatment...I need surgery...I need to recover..."

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of bones grinding together,

The Ghost Doctor began performing the surgery originally intended for Yang Jian on himself.

Blood splattered, and black liquid sprayed onto the operating lights, making a hissing sound.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yang Jian broke free of the restraints and rolled off the operating table.

He didn't look back at the monster that was dismembering itself.

She grabbed her backpack from the corner and rushed out of the operating room without looking back.

Shen Qingqiu let out a long breath, feeling that her palms were covered in cold sweat.

Wonderful.

Even if she disliked this dark style, she had to admit that...

This way of breaking the deadlock is absolutely brilliant.

It wasn't about fighting with force.

This kind of strategic battle, exploiting loopholes in the rules and using logic to outwit and defeat terror,

It's far more terrifying than simple gore and stimulation.

She swiped the screen and continued scrolling down.

Yang Jian rushed out of the rehabilitation center building.

The outside world remained a desolate and gloomy place.

There was no sun in the sky, only thick, leaden clouds hanging low, as if they might press down at any moment.

But he survived.

At least this time, he won.

Yang Jian stood on the deserted street.

I glanced back at the building that was faintly visible in the mist, and I could still hear the sound of a bone saw grinding inside.

"madman."

He muttered a curse under his breath, then turned and walked into the darkness.

However, just when he thought everything was temporarily over,

Suddenly, two stark white headlights illuminated the fog ahead.

A dilapidated bus silently pulled up to a stop on the side of the road.

The car door is already open.

Yang Jian looked at the car and sighed.

He knew the rules of the ghost bus.

If I see it, I'll definitely go!

The chapter ends here.

Shen Qingqiu scrolled down, still wanting more, wondering if there would be anything more to come.

When you touch the bottom of the screen, a line of bold, black text appears.

[End of this chapter.]

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