Zhao Yijiu Wondered Why Yu Xing Never Acted Like a Person

"No... no..." The dean knew that the person in front of him was not a patient, but a demon who wanted to kill him.

He struggled, desperately trying to pry the ghost's hand away, attempting to escape.

People are multifaceted. Love originates from blood ties, accumulates through interactions, and finally settles into habits.

Love is easily corrupted. Yu Xing believes that if we use material metaphors to describe emotions, love is like carbon, which changes in an extremely wide range of directions.

It can be dramatic and full of twists and turns, or it can be ordinary and enduring. When it encounters other things, it can turn into hatred or into responsibility.

What exactly are the dean's feelings for her father?

Perhaps... there's no love left.

In the midst of prolonged illness, the old man was no longer the loving or stern father he once was; the disease had changed everything about him, including his way of thinking.

A child's love for their parents is often mixed with respect, trust, closeness, and a sense of security, but the dean's father could not provide any of these.

Then that love will gradually turn into fear and exhaustion.

The hospital director would patiently comfort the seriously ill elderly, promising to spend a lot of money on treatment. This was likely driven more by a sense of responsibility and pity, and also by an inexplicable sense of repaying a debt.

Of course, there are many people who still love their parents deeply even after they are seriously ill, but Yu Xing did not see this in the dean's memories.

"You really do hate me." The old ghost on the hospital bed showed a look of "fear," just like his father, the hospital director, had on his deathbed.

"Let go! You're not him, he's dead!" The dean was sweating profusely, feeling dizzy, and didn't even realize that his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, as if his heart had stopped beating.

He remembered what his Doctor friend had said.

His father was scared to death.

As his consciousness gradually faded, the dean struggled more fiercely, but seemed to have lost his mind, like a desperate trapped beast.

Yu Xing needed the dean to be on the verge of death, but not to suffer any more unnecessary torment. The hints had already been given to them, and in this matter itself, the dean was also an innocent person.

Seeing that the ghost was hesitant to act, he knew he was putting psychological pressure on the dean, hoping to cause the dean to have a mental breakdown first, which annoyed him.

Stop dawdling, just kill them already!

Do you think he enjoys watching this kind of show? He's not Lingren.

Zhao Yijiu sensed the increasingly unpleasant atmosphere beside him and subtly moved away. He himself was not affected. Everything he had experienced in the Zhao family since childhood had made him inherently lack the ability to empathize with the experiences of others.

But Yu Xing seems to be planning something?

While keeping an eye on the commotion outside, lest the ghost unleash its fury and instantly kill the dean, he turned his head and whispered, "You..."

He noticed that Yu Xing was looking down at her white coat.

"I don't want to wait anymore." Yu Xing raised an eyebrow, a familiar sense of danger instantly rising within her. "Be careful."

What should we be careful of?

Before Zhao Yijiu could even ask, she saw Yu Xing slam the dagger, hilt facing upwards, his arm muscles tensed, and he violently smashed it against the bed!

The bed made a deafening, agonizing thud.

"It's sleeping too comfortably." Yu Xing sensed the ghost's even greater anger from behind the partition and sneered, "I'm going to flip his bed over."

Saying he was lifting the bed board, Zhao Yijiu thought, judging by his imposing manner, that it wouldn't be out of place if he said he was lifting a coffin lid.

The next second, with an even louder bang, the entire bed board detached from the bed frame and flew out along with the old ghost sitting on it.

Old Ghost and the bed board tumbled through the air several times. Due to inertia, the blanket remained firmly attached to the bed board until it hit the wall and fell to the ground. Only then did the blanket droop softly, revealing Old Ghost's obviously bewildered face and emaciated body.

All the medical equipment attached to its body broke off. The incident happened so suddenly that it couldn't even continue holding onto the hospital director.

The dean was also stunned as he watched the two young men get up from between the bed frames.

Yu Xing, his face full of impatience, took advantage of the ghost's momentary lapse in attention, leaped off the bed frame, grabbed the head of the ward, and said earnestly, "Dean, we're here to save you! Let's go!"

"... Good!" The dean was deeply moved. His Doctor had indeed lived up to his trust. Not only was he facing the threat of the assailant, but he was also thinking of saving him, and even took on the responsibility of bringing along a patient.

He remembered that Zhao Yijiu suffered from dissociative identity disorder.

Yu Xing pulled him towards the door. "It's not safe here, let's go out and find another safe place to hide."

As they were talking, the old ghost had already crawled out from under the covers, his figure extinguished like a flickering candle.

Its disappearance did not mean safety; on the contrary, it made the atmosphere in the intensive care unit even more eerie.

Yu Xing walked unimpeded to the door and reached out to turn the doorknob.

The handle wasn't affected by any mysterious force and could be opened easily, but Yu Xing's face tensed up, and she suddenly turned around. "The door won't open!"

The dean, still sweating profusely, said, "I'll give it a try."

His hand reached for the doorknob, but Yu Xing grabbed it.

Yu Xing's expression turned strange.

"I said it can't be opened, and it really can't be opened, Dean."

He smiled and said, "Don't you believe me?"

Zhao Yijiu watched coldly, wanting to see what kind of trouble Yu Xing was up to.

The dean felt a chill run down his spine from his laughter, a sense of foreboding rising within him. However, having just been rescued by Yu Xing, he still wanted to believe Yu Xing: "I... then what should we do?"

"Then let's stay here. That ghost doesn't seem too keen on killing you," Yu Xing retorted. "It's being so indecisive; if it were really your father, maybe we'd still have some familial affection."

"No, he's not my dad!" The dean instinctively twitched, vehemently denying it. "It doesn't look like my dad at all, and my dad would never look at me like that."

"You wouldn't have been scared to death while you were alive, and you still won't have been scared to death?" Yu Xing grinned. "I'm only reminding you because I consider you a friend."

"Your father was scared to death because you weren't there. You didn't want to open the emergency room door then, and now you want to open it?"

Yu Xing saw the dean's body tremble. "Even if you did nothing wrong, it's not surprising that it hates you."

I consider you a friend...

Upon hearing this, the dean felt a surge of fear welling up inside him. He hadn't realized he was so afraid of that word, and he paused for a moment.

Perhaps it was because Yu Xing's smile was too familiar, or perhaps it was because Yu Xing was wearing the same uniform white coat, or perhaps it was because Yu Xing was talking about the old man being scared to death, but in any case, the dean immediately thought of his Doctor friend.

A dull, despairing feeling crept over me again.

The feeling was so intense that it was enough to destroy his reason. He didn't even notice the contradiction in Yu Xing's words. "No, my dad... he wouldn't hurt me. This isn't my dad..."

"This is it!" Yu Xing raised her voice, her words carrying a certain magic that reached the dean's ears during his most dazed moment, "What are you deceiving yourself about? You've become like this, this hospital has become like this, all because of you."

He imitated the voice and tone of his Doctor friend from his memory, and in that instant, his voice was almost identical to the Doctor's. "I've become like this because of you."

He's hypnotizing me.

Hypnosis sounds magical, but it is actually well-founded in science. Once you master the techniques, you can indeed achieve a certain degree of suggestion.

First, bring the dean into an environment similar to his previous one. Use the dean's fear to make him feel disoriented. A disoriented state is when one is most susceptible to suggestion.

At this point, the hospital director had basically forgotten where he was and what he was supposed to do. In the Fear Hospital, this was completely blurred by the rules.

He's now caught in a strange cycle: on the one hand, he knows he's in danger, but on the other hand, his attention is completely focused on that nightmarish memory from the past.

It's not good to cause psychological harm to the dean, but if it leads to different clues... Yu Xing can only apologize.

He had just realized, no, before he lifted the coffin lid or the bed board, that his role as Doctor overlapped somewhat with the Doctor friends the hospital director remembered.

The memories the dean had just seen clearly indicated that he had specialized in surgery. Although his friend wasn't a surgeon, he was closest to the dean and they looked to be about the same age. Yu Xing guessed that the Doctor was not only the dean's superior but also had other relationships with him.

They could be former classmates, or friends you've hung out with privately.

But it's strange that the hospital director's father doesn't recognize this Doctor, calling him a "stranger." They're all in the same hospital; how could the director's father, who's been there for so long, not recognize his son's best friend?

Doesn't that Doctor usually visit the hospital director's father in his ward?

Therefore, this detail is illogical. Yu Xing guessed that this Doctor was definitely suspicious. The Doctor friend represented another entity besides her father's death that terrified the hospital director.

What is that?

Would the dean's father really be scared to death? Or is there some other reason?

Did the dean really... not even have a chance to see Dad?

Yu Xing did this on purpose to test the dean's attitude towards that Doctor friend.

Sure enough, the dean started acting strangely.

The fear on the dean's face seemed to fade, but it didn't disappear; instead, it became deeper and more extreme. He broke free from Yu Xing's hand, and a hint of red quietly spread across his eyes.

This kind of red usually indicates either impending tears or extreme anger.

The dean seems to have both.

"What did you say was because of me? What right do you have to say it was because of me! You are the ones who made me like this, get out! All of you, get out!" He screamed hysterically. Zhao Yijiu, who was next to him, covered his ears unhappily. He had excellent hearing, and this was torture for him.

Zhao Yijiu wondered why Yu Xing was always acting so immorally.

The inhuman Yu Xing continued, "And what about your father? He died so unsettled, wasn't it because of you?"

"I didn't do anything wrong to him! He's the one who wronged me!" The dean glared angrily at Yu Xing. "I didn't resent him at all. Getting sick wasn't his idea, and paying for treatment was my own choice. I'm his son; if I don't take care of him in his old age and see him off in his final days, who should? But why did he torment me again and again? Why did he always put so much pressure on me? Why did he always try to tie me to his side?! He said he couldn't live without me. I've dreamt several times that his ghost came back the night he died, saying he still couldn't live without me and wanted to take me with him!"

"Am I supposed to do this!?"

"He owes me something now that he's dead!"

As the hospital director spoke, the temperature in the intensive care unit gradually dropped, and he didn't even realize that his breath was starting to condense into white mist.

The vanished old ghost silently reappeared behind the dean. Yu Xing had no idea how it could have been blown away by him when it could appear in spirit form.

Even after flying out, it still managed to climb out of the blankets with a show of martial spirit before disappearing from the spot.

... None of that matters. Right now, the old ghost is floating behind the dean, its face contorted with resentment. Every time the dean says something bad about Dad, its face twists more and more.

From its current perspective, it was naturally face to face with Yu Xing. Seeing that Yu Xing had lied and trapped the dean here, and even pretended to be the Doctor to hurt the dean, it felt that Yu Xing should be one of its own, so it didn't care about what had just happened and focused on staring at the dean.

It raised its hands.

He grabbed the hospital director by the neck!

Before the dean could finish expressing his grievances and anger, it all came to an abrupt end. He couldn't see the scene behind him; he could only feel a pair of cold, withered hands gripping him tightly, making it hard for him to breathe.

The touch of those hands was very similar to when his father had dragged him to his sickbed and forced him to swear to watch him die. The hospital director struggled in terror, trying to pry those ghostly hands off, but he felt them tightening their grip. His feet gradually dangled in the air, and he thrashed about in vain.

The dean's expression was one of deep pain. He seemed to have suddenly regained his senses, casting a pleading look at Yu Xing before him. His face gradually flushed red, then began to turn purple...

Yu Xing just watched him quietly, observing the dean's eyes.

Only when the dean's pupils began to dilate did Yu Xing say, "That should be enough."

Before the last word could be uttered, a black blade slashed across the old man's wrist. Gravity was the first to react, and the dean collapsed to the ground with a thud, his fate unknown.

The next one to react was the old ghost.

The old ghost stared blankly at its wrist, which was so smoothly severed, and then let out a heart-wrenching scream in a hoarse voice. It was quite remarkable that an old man could produce such a high-pitched scream.

Zhao Yijiu didn't even bother to put away the knife in his hand. With another casual slash, he severed the old ghost's spirit head without missing a beat.

In that instant, Yu Xing felt a deathly silence, a silence so profound that even breathing seemed to have stopped.

His gaze involuntarily fell on Stop Killing in Zhao Yijiu's hand. After not seeing it for a while, Stop Killing seemed to have become strange again, following Zhao Yijiu.

It looks like a lot of fun.

The old ghost's spirit dissipated into black smoke. Zhao Yijiu noticed Yu Xing "coveting" his knife, so he sheathed the knife and said coldly, "Carry him back."

"Why are you looking so wary? Isn't this the [Heartshatter] your brother gave you back then?" Yu Xing pouted, carrying the Principal, who was barely clinging to life and had already fainted, on her back. "I'm not going to steal it. You even showed it to me willingly back then. People really do become more heartless the longer you're around them."

You're no longer the cold-faced but warm-hearted person you used to be.

"Take it and look at it, shut up." Zhao Yijiu roughly snatched the dean away from Yu Xing's back, Stop Killing into Yu Xing's hands like a hot potato. Then, this cold-air generator who couldn't stand hearing his cold face but warm heart released a certain amount of cold air, kicked the door and left, leaving Yu Xing with only his back.

Yu Xing looked at the cold, silent Stop Killing in his hand, played with it for a moment, and chuckled softly.