I'm the Cutest Magic Fairy Princess in Magic Fairy Castle!

The apples in the bedside cabinet of Patient No. 2 in Room 32 on the eighteenth floor.

He had already reached Room 32. When he left, he scared the two of them half to death, leaving Meng Liang and the other one green-faced.

There had originally been two zombies trapped in this room. The moment Gu Mian opened the door, the two of them gleefully ran out, looking as though they had yearned for freedom for a long time.

Gu Mian walked to Bed No. 2 and pulled open the bedside cabinet drawer.

There really were apples inside—a whole bag of them, five in total.

After thinking briefly, he took out the entire bag. He did not know which one Lu Bianyue wanted, so taking them all back was safer.

However, people had joys and sorrows, just as the weather could change without warning.

The instant Gu Mian took out the bag, the game panel abruptly popped up.

The contents displayed on the panel were something new he had never seen before.

[Wicked Stepmother's Poison Apple ×5]

[Traits: Permanently fresh. Lethal in one bite. This item is targeted and can only poison princesses. If you are not a princess, you may consume this item without worry.]

It had appeared!

This was the first Special Items Gu Mian had discovered in this game.

But this Special Items was way too useless. Where was he supposed to find a princess now? Dig one out of the ground?

Still, there was no time to worry about that.

Gu Mian glanced at the time in the upper-left corner of the panel. The instance had already been underway for nearly an hour, and he still had not found all the patients his mission required.

He carried the apples back the way he had come.

"Once I send those two ancestors out, I need to put everything into finding patients," Gu Mian muttered to himself as he walked through the chaotic corridor.

There were barely any intact doors left on the eighteenth floor.

As for the few that had barely held up, the people inside had hidden who knew where. Nothing could be seen through those tiny glass panes.

Gu Mian looked around as he walked down the corridor. It was fine. Once he sent off those two transformed people, he could search properly.

Zombies swayed all around him.

When there was no prey in their line of sight, these zombies were not much different from the senile elderly patients in the hospital.

Their steps were unsteady, their bodies swayed as they walked, and their waists twisted exaggeratedly from side to side like they were doing a folk dance.

Gu Mian watched these dancing zombies all the way back.

As he drew close, he saw two more zombies gathered outside the office door, and they happened to be very familiar ones.

They were Aunt Cai, who had cerebral palsy, and Grandpa Jiang, who was half-paralyzed. The two had originally been a couple.

Grandpa Jiang's neck looked as though someone had sliced through it. It hung crookedly to one side, swaying precariously with every step.

The two of them had normally been able to do nothing but lie half-paralyzed in bed. The hospital experts had declared that they would only stand again if a miracle occurred.

Yet now, not only could the two of them walk, they could even do folk dances.

Was this not a miracle?

Thinking this, Gu Mian reached out toward Grandpa Jiang. "Grandpa Jiang, look at your head. It's crooked. Come, I'll straighten it for you. Once I do, you and your wife can go play somewhere else."

As he spoke, he held Grandpa Jiang's head and slowly pushed it straight.

At that moment, Meng Liang inside seemed to hear the commotion outside and cracked the door open slightly.

Gu Mian quickly withdrew his hand and shoved the elderly couple aside in one swift motion, like a thief caught in the act.

Meng Liang quickly peeked outside through the crack. Seeing nothing unusual, he boldly reached out and dragged Gu Mian in.

Only after pulling Gu Mian inside did he let out a long breath. "You really have a death wish. What if a zombie had pounced on you out there?"

As he spoke, he looked Gu Mian up and down.

His white coat was as spotless as ever, making one want to kick a footprint onto it.

The electric drill in his right hand was still as clean as a plucked bald chicken, nothing but decoration. Apparently, he had not used it either.

This guy had gone out for a stroll and not only returned safely, but seemed not to have gone through any fighting at all? Meng Liang's mind went blank for a moment.

His throat dry, he wanted to ask something. "You..."

But before he could finish, Gu Mian cut him off. "Your throat is too dry. Here, have an apple."

As he spoke, Gu Mian forcibly stuffed an apple into his hand.

Meng Liang froze, and his gaze immediately shifted toward empty space.

The apple was a Special Items. Gu Mian guessed Meng Liang's panel had popped up.

At present, only one's own panel could be seen by oneself. It was probably for privacy protection.

"Wicked Stepmother's Poison Apple..." An indescribable expression appeared on Meng Liang's face. "This wouldn't happen to be the apple from the bedside cabinet of Patient No. 2 in Room 32, would it?"

Gu Mian nodded. "Yeah. There's a whole bag here."

"You actually went to look for the apples!"

"What else did you think I went to do?"

Though they had been classmates for years, Meng Liang had never been able to understand Gu Mian's thought process.

This man was an up-and-coming oddity in the medical world.

For example, whenever he ate at a restaurant, he would first test the food for poison with a medical silver needle.

And whenever he attended an outdoor group event, he would always plan an escape route first.

So it was not all that difficult to understand how he could do something like this now.

Without wasting any more time.

Gu Mian took out another apple and stuffed it into the hands of Lu Bianyue, who was curled up in the corner.

Just a few seconds after Lu Bianyue was given the poison apple, his entire body flickered several times like television static.

After a few more flickers, the grown man crouching in the corner was finally gone.

Now only Meng Liang remained.

Gu Mian turned to look at Meng Liang, who still seemed not to have processed what was happening. "There's one zombie left, right?"

Seeing Gu Mian's serious expression, Meng Liang suddenly felt a terrible premonition rise in his heart. "What are you planning to do?"

And soon, that terrible premonition came true.

Five minutes later—

A frail-looking zombie was pinned to the ground by Gu Mian, while Meng Liang stared from a short distance away, his eyes nearly popping out.

"Hurry." Gu Mian held the zombie down and looked up. "Use the electric drill on its head."

"Why do you make that sound so easy?!"

"Stop talking nonsense."

After all, he was a medical student who had dissected several corpses. Meng Liang only struggled internally for a moment before tremblingly shuffling over.

His slightly trembling hand reached for the electric drill—

He could not lift it.

By now, Meng Liang's limbs had gone limp as noodles from fear, nearly rippling like waves. It would have been a miracle if he could lift it.

Gu Mian helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are you even a man?"

"But right now, I seem to be just a delicate girl..."

That was true enough. At the very least, Meng Liang looked like a delicate girl.

With no other choice, Gu Mian had to teach him hand over hand.

Under Gu Mian's patient instruction, this delicate girl drilled nine holes into the floor.

On the tenth try, he finally aimed the drill bit at the back of the zombie's head.

Gu Mian felt gratified. "That's right. Just like that. Bring it down."

Meng Liang steadied himself and slowly lowered his hand.

Then came a screech.

It was the sound of the electric drill boring into a skull.

He had finally blown its head apart!

Meng Liang, still holding the electric drill, flickered once. He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something to Gu Mian, but before he could make a sound, his entire body disappeared.

Now the room contained only a bag of apples, a zombie corpse, and the living Gu Mian.

He glanced at his panel.

The mission progress had unexpectedly changed from (1/5) to (3/5).

It seemed this couple both had some problems.

Not lingering any longer, Gu Mian turned and pushed open the door, entering the corridor.

There were almost no living people left on this floor. Seeing this, Gu Mian became somewhat irritable. "Patients—where are my patients?"