Seriously Injured

He wanted to look back, but remembering the Rules of the [eye], he suppressed the impulse; he couldn't make things worse.

A human finger ripped a gray eyeball off the tentacle, blood splattering on his face and body, adding a dangerous crimson hue to his pale complexion.

Blood from his fingertips slid down his arm to his sleeve, staining his white clothes red. He roughly wiped the blood splattered on his face with his sleeve, but some of it stained his curly hair.

The eyeballs in her hands twitched, trembling with fear, twisting in agony. The tentacles retreated to An Ying's white hair, hesitant to approach.

Ji Fengbai examined the eyeball in his hand, and the smile on his lips gradually faded.

Fear, cowardice, dread—a useless thing, far less attractive than white hair, unworthy of being his collection.

"Snap."

He squeezed his fingers, and the eyeball exploded in his hand. A strong, fishy smell approached, and he frowned in disgust.

With her head down, An Ying asked curiously, "Ji Fengbai, what happened?"

The moment the eyeball was crushed, the remaining eye immediately and obediently closed, then shamelessly shrank back into An Ying's body, falling into complete silence.

Realizing that her eyes were no longer out of control, An Ying turned around and saw Ji Fengbai covered in blood. Her pink eyes widened slightly.

"What's wrong? Did it hurt you?"

The Writer stared into his clear pink eyes, suppressing the urge to tear them out, and wrote with a smile:

[It's nothing, I just taught you a lesson, you disobedient Weird Object.]

An Ying pondered for a moment, "Weird Object, can it be taught a lesson?"

[Of course, even Weird Object are afraid of death. When it comes to things with unreasonable Rules, we can be even more unreasonable than them.]

Knock, knock, knock.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

I went to open the door; it must be the Doctor.

As Ji Fengbai turned to open the door, he crumpled up a piece of paper in his hand.

The note read: The Rules of [eye] is useless against Ji Fengbai.

Bai Yang was startled by the young man in the Wheelchair when he pushed open the door.

The sickly young man, his hands and face covered in blood, smiled faintly at him, but his eyes were unusually calm.

The room reeked of blood, and a severed hand lay on the bed, blood dripping onto the floor, making him look as if he had just stepped out of a horror movie.

"What's with all this blood on you?" Bai Yang slammed the door shut behind him. The Little Rabbit that had been clinging to him jumped to Ji Fengbai's side, growing to about the same size as Bai Yang. With an elbow strike, he pushed Ji Fengbai's hands away and propelled Ji Fengbai's Wheelchair away.

Ji Fengbai was startled by him. He turned around and glanced at the Little Rabbit and its pitiful, broken hand chasing after him. He was about to write something in an annoyed tone, but Bai Yang didn't give him a chance. He leaned down and whispered, "Go wash your hands and face. You don't look like the harmless person you usually pretend to be at all."

Ji Fengbai looked at him coldly, but Bai Yang widened his eyes and feigned weakness. "What, are you planning to make a move?"

[Only your soul has any value.]

Bai Yang ignored his unique way of cursing and carried his medical kit to Wang Ding was sweating profusely from the pain.

Although Wang Ding used Weird Object to stop the bleeding, the severed part of his arm was still painful, making him feel as if he had been pulled out of the water, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Bai Yang scrutinized him while holding his severed hand in deep thought.

He may not be able to treat patients, but his identity does. If someone needs home care, he can go out and help them, just like he is doing now.

"Can his hand be reattached?" An Ying asked anxiously.

If this were outside the Instance, Wang Ding's hand could definitely be reattached. The Authorities has reliable Doctors and Weird Object that can reattach a severed hand within 48 hours without any side effects.

But they're inside Instance, and none of them can reattach his hand. By the time they get out of the Instance, it'll be too late.

For Wang Ding, losing an arm would probably be more painful than losing his life.

"No, have you ever seen Doctor in Weird World who could reattach your arm?" Bai Yang asked without hesitation.

Wang Ding's face was grim, and he asked haltingly, enduring the pain, "Is there absolutely no hope?"

Bai Yang paused for a moment, then said, "At least I can't do anything about it. If you want your arm to become bizarre, I can use my current identity to attach a bizarre arm to it for you, and that will also work."

Bai Yang looked at An Ying as he spoke, "It's like the [eye] at the back of your head."

An Ying's [eyes] were only integrated into his own body out of necessity, and each time his [eyes] revived, it was a great calamity for him.

Wang Ding shook his head. "No, I can't have that kind of thing on me."

Besides being Wang Ding, he was also a member of the Calamity Crossing Squad and the Minister of the Discipline Office. If he possessed those bizarre limbs, becoming a ticking time bomb that was neither human nor supernatural, how could he command respect?

"Then there's nothing we can do." Bai Yang spread his hands. "Do you need to treat the wound? Your Weird Object's blood-locking ability won't last long. Once the blood flows out and the wound worsens, you'll lose your life here."

"Yes, Bai Yang, please save him," An Ying said decisively. "Since there's no way to reattach him, save his life first. We'll find a way to regenerate his limbs."

With so many strange things in the world, he refused to believe that he couldn't find Weird Object capable of regenerating severed limbs! As long as a person doesn't die, there is always hope.

Wang Ding opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back down.

"Okay." Bai Yang lowered his head to save the person.

When Writer Ji Fengbai came out of the Bathroom, he saw Bai Yang busy treating the wound and stopping the bleeding. His Doll face was tense, and although he seemed to be in an orderly manner, he was actually in a flustered state.

Fortunately, the Doctor followed the Rules, so he didn't kill the patient.

"I'm sorry, I dragged you into this." An Ying looked at Wang Ding, her voice full of regret. If she had been faster, Wang Ding wouldn't have had to use his whip to stop the Chainsaw, which caused him to lose his arm and be cut off by the Chainsaw.

"What's it to you? If I'm going to hate anything, it's the supernatural, the Worship God, not you." Wang Ding laughed, his eyes behind his glasses bloodshot. "Even if my right hand is broken, I can still go into Instance with you guys using my left."

"If you hadn't forcibly saved us despite the eerie backlash, Tao Yuan and I would have died under the Chainsaw."

"We'll discuss everything after we get out of here."

Bai Yang spent considerable effort to stop the bleeding, prescribed medication, and dutifully returned to work.

The Writer Ji Fengbai kindly took them in to rest at his home. Wang Ding's current condition, he certainly couldn't go back to his "home," so he could only wait until tonight to see if he could participate in a game and switch families.

Around dusk, Qin Rang found them by following the signs, and Tao Yuan opened the door.

Seeing Qin Rang covered in wounds and the teddy Little Bear whose fur was soaked through, Tao Yuan asked in astonishment, "What happened to you?"

Qin Rang shook his head, collapsing weakly onto Tao Yuan.

The tattered Little Bear jumped onto the floor and lay down with a thud.