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[Instance Name: Zombie Hospital]

[Content: Mutated zombies have overrun the entire hospital, and innocent patients can only struggle for survival in the corners.]

[Instance Time Limit: Three hours]

[Mission: Due to the excessive number of people in this instance, all missions issued this time are individual missions. Player No. 1, Gu Mian, your mission is to help five patients within three hours (0\5).]

[Instance Rewards: Game Currency*10, freely distributable Attributes*1, lottery draw chance*1]

[Instance Difficulty: ★☆ (one and a half stars)]

[Please note: After completing an individual mission, players will be immediately teleported out of the instance. Hidden missions may also appear at any time within the instance. Please be prepared.]

What kind of bullshit mission was this? Zombies were already here, and he still had to help patients?

Life had realized it could not kill him, so it was desperately finding burdens to saddle him with.

For a moment, Gu Mian felt as though he had transmigrated into the role of a saintly protagonist in an apocalypse.

When zombies attacked, he would sacrifice himself for others and bask in everyone's grateful gazes. Girls would see him and their eyes would light up, while men would see him and their eyes would turn red.

Ideally, there would also be some rich second-generation male supporting character who stirred up trouble for no reason.

A large-breasted, brainless class beauty who could do nothing but scream.

A female police officer who arrested people indiscriminately without asking questions.

A childhood sweetheart who had grown up with him since they were little.

And the protagonist's loyal lackey, a fatty—preferably one surnamed Wang.

There! The five great supporting roles of Qidian were all assembled.

As he thought this, he glanced at the fatty beside him. "By the way, what's your surname?"

The fatty stared blankly for a moment before reacting. "My surname is Wang... Just call me Wang Fatty..."

Gu Mian: "..."

There he was! Qidian's number-one supporting character—Fatty surnamed Wang!

And this guy seemed to be...

"Do you have a cold?" Gu Mian asked, eyeing him.

The fatty was shivering, the flesh on his stomach quivering like jelly in a seizure. He looked rather squishy.

Still twitching, he spoke up. "Doctor, the game's about to start. Can you stop bullshitting me? Who has time to care whether I have a cold?"

Snot ran from the fatty's nose as he spoke, but he paid it no mind. He only stared intently at the elevator doors, which could open at any moment.

It looked like he really did have a cold.

Gu Mian was delighted. His first patient was secured.

"Don't be like that." He happily pulled out a box of cold medicine from his white coat. "Your body is your own. You can't neglect it. Take some medicine."

The fatty looked at the suddenly cheerful Gu Mian in disbelief. "Doctor, just how bored are you?"

This was no trivial matter.

"Three times a day, one pill each time." Gu Mian pulled out a blister pack and stuffed it into his hand. "By the way, what's your mission?"

His own mission was to help patients. Gu Mian did not really understand what this "help" entailed, so he could only feel his way through it.

So first, he would treat the patient. If treatment did not work, he would block zombies for them. If that did not work either, he would help them complete their mission.

"I really am a good person!" Gu Mian sighed.

For an instant, he felt that he had truly become a great saint, a halo over his head radiating captivating light.

Watching Gu Mian feel so pleased with himself, the fatty sniffled. "My mission is to survive for thirty minutes... But Doctor, I feel like you're a tiny bit unreliable..."

This mission was far simpler than his own. In a three-hour instance, all he had to do was survive for thirty minutes.

He only needed to find a safe place and stuff him inside.

"Of course I'm reliable." Gu Mian took out a tissue and pressed it against the fatty's running nose. "Lend me the electric drill."

At that moment, the elevator doors suddenly jerked, then opened a narrow crack. The fatty's expression changed, and he hurriedly said:

"Use it, use it! This is the exclusive rechargeable impact drill my master left me. Charge it for five minutes, and it can drill for two hours..."

The drill was around one and a half meters long, with the drill bit alone taking up a full meter. It was about two fingers thick and looked terrifying. Once activated, it was probably comparable to a chainsaw.

"But it's kind of heavy, and do you even know how to use it..." As the elevator doors opened wider and wider, the fatty's voice grew weaker and weaker.

"Of course. I'm very strong." Gu Mian hefted the roughly ten-pound impact drill. "Besides, neurosurgery often involves lifting patients' skullcaps, so we're highly skilled with tools such as electric drills, hammers, forceps, scalpels, and chainsaws."

As he spoke, he swung the impact drill in his hand, scaring the fatty into retreating to the side.

"Don't be afraid," Gu Mian said. "It may look like I'm swinging this around wildly, but it definitely won't poke into your head."

The fatty curled up in the corner, trembling. "Why do I feel like you're more horrifying than the zombies outside..."

But soon, he discovered that the zombies in this hospital were far more ferocious-looking than Gu Mian.

The zombies in some TV dramas looked like they had dementia, but the ones in this instance were different.

Their skin was grayish-black, and their eyes had rolled white.

They ran like the wind and could leap astonishingly high. After a two- or three-step run-up, they would suddenly spring into the air and pounce on fleeing players. Once they knocked someone down, they tore into them with a frenzy of bites.

Their movements resembled cheetahs from an animal documentary, though cheetahs were at least a little more pleasant to look at.

Within seconds of being bitten, unfortunate players began flopping like dehydrated fish. After only a few flops, they would leap back up and become new zombies. The mutation speed was incredibly fast.

The moment the elevator doors opened, this horrific sight filled the fatty's vision.

Medical records had scattered all over the floor, and some were smeared onto the walls with blood.

The chandelier overhead had also been torn down. Hanging from it, someone could probably use it as a swing.

The narrow corridor was a complete mess. There were almost no living people left—only grayish-black zombies everywhere.

There had already been fewer patients than usual today. After the zombies had their way, only a handful remained.

To make it easier for doctors to observe the wards, each hospital room door had a long pane of glass installed in it, making it possible to see clearly inside.

Gu Mian saw that the surviving players had all hidden in the wards on either side, trembling as they watched outside. It was their first time experiencing an instance; not wetting themselves already deserved praise.

These zombies were incredibly strong and were ramming the doors in groups. The already flimsy doors probably would not hold much longer.

"Holy shit!"

The fatty, who had barely managed to remain standing, completely collapsed at the sight. He dropped onto the floor, seemingly searching for a window he could hurl himself out of headfirst.

At the same time, zombies noticed the opening elevator doors—and the two fresh players inside.

In this instance, players had only two possible endings.

Those who ran fast escaped. Those who ran slowly had corpses that had already risen and started bouncing around. A normal person would always fall into one of those two categories.

But Gu Mian was not normal.

The winter sunlight was lovely, shining through the glass windows into the hospital and illuminating the terrified faces of the players in the wards.

Only around Gu Mian was there still an atmosphere of calm and peace.

"There are always exceptions, and after living for over twenty years, I've come to understand one thing."

He grabbed the collar of the zombie charging at him. "That is, almost every exception happens to me..."

For example, when he got an IV at the hospital, he had been assigned a nurse who could not tell glucose from sodium chloride.

For example, when he lifted the skirt of the little girl beside him during kindergarten nap time, only to discover she had a dick underneath.

For example, right now—the zombie cheerfully passed him by.