Be a system in a survival game

Chapter 240 The Seventh Ward 32
"..." The nurses were silent, and no one answered her question.

No. 2 buried her head on her knees again, looking like a small animal with no one to rely on, looking pitiful.

"Take him to the special physical therapy room," a nurse told her after seeing her appearance, a little bit unbearable, "the dean will personally conduct a treatment tonight."

Treat yourself...

No. 2 read these words with the tip of her tongue, worry flashed in her eyes.

She heard from patients in the previous ward that the dean's personal treatment was terrible.

What will happen to number 1?

The nurses put a bottle on her, blocked her eyes and cleaned up the mess on the third bed.

No matter what, no one could bear to see such a bloody thing from such an angelic little girl.

After tidying up, they gently closed the door and left.

She was the only one left in the ward.

Number 2 thought of Number 3's eyes standing beside her bed last night, the muddy eyes were full of disgusting desire and lust.

The oldest middle-aged man in the ward had a scruffy beard, and the fat accumulated from long-term inactivity looked greasy and disgusting.

It's hard to imagine that he survived so many mental wards, and actually fell into the "healing room" which is supposed to be the least dangerous.

Still died at the hands of a six or seven-year-old kid.

No. 3 was about to be cured and discharged from the hospital, but his behavior last night directly ruined his life.

Everyone was caught off guard when No. 1 attacked.

The movement of this small body rushing forward and throwing No. 3 down was like some kind of beast, clamoring to tear its prey apart.

He actually didn't forget to cover the little girl in bed No. 2 with the quilt.

Then she heard a short cry—it stopped so abruptly that it was dead.

No. 2 did not see anything, but she vaguely heard a little movement.

The sound of dragging, the sound of sharp objects sinking into the body...

It's scary, but she's eerily devoid of fear.

The moonlight shone into this not-so-big room, casting a black shadow with fangs and claws.

Like a monster.

late at night.

The small drum on bed No. 2 moved, and a slender figure sat up.

The little girl didn't wear shoes, her white and tender feet stepped on the cold floor, and her fingers were nervously clutching the corner of her skirt.

She held a white and tender steamed bun in one hand, and reached for the doorknob with the other.

No. 2 played lightly, for fear of waking up the nurses.

In the dead of night, there are green lights shining in the dark corridor.

The special treatment room, she knew where it was.

No. 2 held the hem of her skirt with one hand and walked quickly through the hospital, like an elf under the moon.

It's on the easternmost corner of the third floor.

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, almost everyone has fallen into a deep sleep, and it is safest to go to No. 1 at this time.

Arrived.

The door of the special physiotherapy room was not closed, but only a small gap was left. No. 2 gently opened the door. Thank God, the door opened silently.

But it still woke up the sleeping guy inside.

The little boy on the restraint chair opened his eyes, and his abyss-like black pupils stared coldly at the intruding creature.

……is her.

No. 1's eyes softened a little inexplicably. He lowered his eyes and carefully felt the pain in his body.

No. 2 was stared at by him and stayed where he was, but after seeing that he only glanced at him and had no other reaction, he boldly poked in again.

Number 1 ignored her, or rather, didn't have the energy to answer her, and let her sneak in like a little mouse.

　Are you guys starting school?

　　Study hard~ You can read the article happily when you go home on weekends.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)