He's a Doctor?!

"Wait," 007 seemed to have found something. It suddenly exclaimed in delight, "I've got an idea!"

"What idea?"

A line of text suddenly appeared before Bo Shuo's eyes.

(Use 2000 Emotion Points to distort the background?)

"Yes."

In the next instant, two items suddenly appeared in Bo Shuo's hands.

A name badge and a White Paper bearing an Appointment Report.

Bo Shuo quickly scanned the information on the White Paper, then took a deep breath and entered the Performance State.

The glass windows split the sunlight into intensely lurid colors. The monster's Massive Body twitched, and the shadows stretching from the floor twisted along with the light as though they were about to drag people into an abyss.

Yet the Youth under the monster's watchful gaze did not so much as twitch a brow. Calm and unruffled, he looked coldly at the "nurse" without even making a move to fight back.

It was blatant disregard.

Had he gone mad?

Wang Yong's eyes widened in disbelief at what he was seeing, before he sneered.

He had thought Bo Shuo was something special. Who would have thought he was an idiot?

This was a monster in a dungeon. Even a D-Class Examinee could not last a single move against it.

Wang Yong had even personally watched a D-Class Examinee get torn alive into two halves by a monster.

Compared to that, Bo Shuo's almost provocative attitude only made Wang Yong more certain of one thing: this man had a death wish.

He could already foresee Bo Shuo's miserable end. At that thought, excitement began to show in Wang Yong's eyes.

Amid sparse scraping sounds, the monster finally reached a point three or four meters in front of Bo Shuo.

No one present even dared breathe loudly, terrified of drawing the monster's attention and making it change targets.

Some of the more timid people could not help closing their eyes, unwilling to witness the bloody scene.

Yet after ten seconds, nothing happened. After half a minute, still nothing. Then, after three full minutes, a sound finally rang out—not the Youth's screams, but the monster's immensely excited and reverent cry.

"Doctor Bo, why are you here? We've been waiting for you for a long time."

Doctor... Bo?

The gears in everyone's minds seemed to stop turning. The words fell into their minds like a thunderclap.

Wang Yong, who had been waiting to see Bo Shuo's miserable end, was completely dumbfounded. He almost thought he had stopped understanding Chinese.

Doctor? What doctor? Weren't they patients?

Wang Yong looked at the monster in disbelief.

But at that glance, he froze in the Original Spot.

The originally savage and terrifying monster was now standing there bashfully. A blush slowly rose on its grayish-white face, which looked as though it had been scribbled on by a child.

Wang Yong stood there in shock, the muscles in his face twitching uncontrollably.

Had he not woken up yet?

The monster was actually blushing.

In stark contrast to the disgusting monster was the clean, refreshing, handsome Youth. A polite smile slowly appeared at the corner of his Lips, though his aura remained icy.

He leisurely put on a name badge. The button on his wrist reflected dazzling light, and every movement he made was excessively elegant.

Only then did Wang Yong notice the pale sheet of paper in the monster's hand. His excellent eyesight allowed him to make out the faint words on it—Appointment Report, personal résumé, and sanatorium instructions.

At the bottom was the seal of the Seventh Mental Sanatorium.

Scarlet and absurd.

Even more horrifying was the "nurse's" attitude toward Bo Shuo. It was practically fawning, ingratiating.

"No! He can't be a doctor! He's a liar, yes! Take a closer look..."

Li Xiao, sitting in the Wall Corner, was even less able to accept this reality. Her face was whiter than the paper in the monster's hand. Like a Madman, she clawed at her hair, her eyes bloodshot as she screamed in denial.

Without question, she was the one who least wanted things to develop this way. She did not even dare imagine it—if even the "nurse" treated Bo Shuo so differently, then what about her? What was she supposed to do?

What was she supposed to do after offending Bo Shuo so badly?

No! It couldn't be like this!

Crying and laughing, Li Xiao denied it more and more frantically. "This is fake! He's lying—"

"You dare question Doctor Bo?"

The "nurse" abruptly cut her off. Its voice darkened as it spun around in fury, its terrifying face rushing straight at Li Xiao. Before Li Xiao could finish speaking, it seized her throat in a death grip and dragged her away like a dead Dog, even stomping on her several times.

With several cracking sounds, Li Xiao's entire chest caved in beneath its feet. Her Lips trembled open and shut in extreme agony, Cold Sweat streaming down from her forehead. She thrashed desperately like a stranded fish, but every struggle was restrained; she could not move an inch.

The entire place fell silent.

A woman in the corner was so frightened she nearly retched. Not just her—every Newcomer present had been badly shaken. How could people who had lived in a peaceful society possibly accept such a cruel scene?

As the "nurse" dragged Li Xiao away, it turned back and changed expressions with astonishing speed, even sounding fawning. "Doctor Bo, I'll take this unruly patient away for treatment first. I frightened you; that was my negligence."

"Later, the Dean will come personally to discuss your compensation."

"Would you like us to arrange a new private room for you? These pieces of trash aren't worthy of staying with you."