Chapter 439: In Front of the Third Floor Door
When we were on the first floor earlier, the clinic was silent, with only the heavy sound of seawater echoing outside. When we reached the stairwell, we encountered the first medical equipment monster. On the second floor, we saw all sorts of Unspeakable monsters dancing wildly.
As we walked up to the third floor, the scene had become even more bizarre; I was almost numb to it.
The stair handrail and metal railings had also transformed into roaring monsters. What was running down the corridor were no longer just mutated patients, but diseased internal organs flying through the air.
Hearts extruding solid blood clots, blackened and rotting livers, and bloodshot eyeballs flew everywhere. The patients had also become incredibly diverse: disabled people crawling on the ground, dysentery patients constantly excreting, and lepers covered head to toe in bandages.
Anyway, I was glad I hadn’t eaten before coming, otherwise I would be vomiting right now. Fortunately, our stairs did not directly connect to the corridor where they were. The only connection was the big door at the end.
Samantha had asked us to find her in this room, but the corridors leading to the wards were on both sides of the entrance. Many patients were going mad there, some even watching us with hostility.
“There’s no other way, we’ll rush in. I’ll use Invisible Hand to hold them back, and Older Brother Jayad, you go and open the door directly,” I said. These mutated patients might have been admitted to the clinic, so I couldn’t kill them. Even if they seemed beyond saving, it was up to a Doctor to decide.
But now, the clinic had clearly lost control. I didn’t know what incident had occurred to cause so many monsters to appear. Even Doctor Amelia, the owner here, was nowhere to be found. Only by finding Samantha could we understand what had happened.
Just as we were about to break through the final line of defense, the door suddenly opened, and two figures in nurse uniforms walked out… monsters.
Those two were wearing the same short nurse skirts as Samantha. They had spherical joints on their hands and feet. If one only looked at these parts, they might think they were dolls.
But their heads were like those of squid or octopuses, with two thick tentacles dragging on the ground, almost completely destroying any aesthetic appeal of a doll.
These two nurses were carrying bells and gently shaking them, creating clear ringing sounds. As soon as the patients heard the bells, they retreated, some even scrambling and crawling away in panic.
Then, the two nurses stood motionless at the door, still holding their bells. Seeing that they seemed to have no hostility, I cautiously stepped forward and asked, “Uh, you two, which one of you is Samantha?”
The spherical joints on their hands and feet fit with the theory that Samantha’s true form was a doll. The octopus-like heads were likely a mutation that occurred during the bizarre changes in the clinic. At least, that’s what I believed.
But during my previous visits to Amelia’s Clinic, I had only ever seen one young nurse. I hadn’t expected there to be another, and one who looked so much like Samantha that I couldn’t tell which one was the nurse I knew before.
However, these two octopus-headed doll nurses did not react to my question. Instead, they made a gesture of invitation towards the door, using their tentacles. It looked extremely strange.
“Uh, she says, neither of them is her. Miss Samantha is still inside the room, and she asked us two to go in and see her,” Jayad said.
“Okay,” I said, walking up the steps and cautiously glancing at the octopus-headed doll nurses on both sides. They remained motionless, so I turned my gaze into the ward.
A familiar sight: five hospital beds lined each side, each occupied by a patient sleeping soundly. A young nurse sat in the middle of the room, her head tilted. The room was dark, making it impossible to see her expression.
Just as I was thinking this, the room lights suddenly turned on. It was similar to the surgical lights I had used in my previous life, a circular ring full of light sources. However, the light sources here were made of crystals, illuminating the room brightly.
I could finally see the scene in the room clearly. The first thing I saw was a doll in a nurse uniform sitting on a chair, her upper body tilted, looking lifeless. But I knew it was Samantha.
On the ten hospital beds on either side lay patients, restrained to the beds with straps and wearing straitjackets, as if they were mentally ill.
At the far end of the ward, there was a piece of furniture I hadn’t seen before because it was too dark: an operating table, the kind where the head and waist could be raised. It was placed behind Samantha. Amelia was lying on it, also with her eyes closed, sleeping soundly.
“Hmph! Amelia, so you were here. And Samantha, what exactly happened? You both need to explain everything to me clearly,” I complained as I walked into the room.
Although seeing this hellish scene made me very unhappy, seeing that Amelia was still in human form and Samantha hadn’t grown an octopus head did put my mind at ease somewhat.
But no one answered. The ward was silent. Samantha and Amelia both seemed to be sleeping soundly, not waking up and not answering my questions.
“Ah, yes, apologies for disturbing you,” Jayad said at this moment. Then he looked at me and was stunned for a moment, as if expecting me to say something.
What else could I say? First, I needed to wake these two up. As I wondered why Jayad was looking at me, he turned back to Samantha after a moment of stunned silence and said, “Ah, it’s not dangerous. Although I was a little startled, it doesn’t pose a threat.”
“Okay, Miss Samantha, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Jayad, I don’t have a last name.”
“Ah, I came here to see a doctor today, but I didn’t expect such a mishap to occur here. It seems you have quite a bit of trouble.”
Jayad continued talking to himself in the completely silent room, as if someone were conversing with him, making him seem a bit like a madman.
But I knew he wasn’t. I had seen this situation before. People with higher rationality couldn’t hear Samantha’s words. But if one’s rationality was low enough, they would see Samantha as just a normal young nurse, not a doll.
The last time I came, I couldn’t hear her speak at all and needed a physical connection. Just last night, I had recuperated in Via’s coffin, regaining my sanity and a calm mindset. Today, I had broken the cocoon and reborn, so my rationality should be in a relatively high state now.
“Older Brother Jayad, what does she look like to you?” I asked, pointing at Samantha.
“Ah? What about what?” Jayad asked back, confused, clearly not understanding my question.
“I mean, does she look like the two outside? Just a doll wearing a nurse uniform,” I asked.
“Parul, what are you talking about? That’s very rude. She’s clearly just a very ordinary nurse,” Jayad said.
As expected, Samantha appeared as a person to him, and he could hear her voice.
