Taking Medicine

Sun Mengmei staggered from the force of the pull. Just as she was about to scream, a pill was shoved into her throat. She trembled and shook her head desperately, tears streaming nonstop from her eyes.

She looked utterly pitiful.

Yet the culprit showed no mercy. Wang Yong pinned Sun Mengmei down, forcibly pried open her jaw, and threatened in a low voice, "Swallow it, or I'll kill you right now."

This was no joke. There was even blatant killing intent behind his words.

In the end, an arm could not twist a thigh. Only after Sun Mengmei swallowed the pill did Wang Yong release her in satisfaction, casually tossing her onto the nearby bed.

With a bang, Sun Mengmei, who had taken a double dose of the medicine, went mad.

Truly mad. Her pupils began to tremble, blood started seeping from all over her body, and her blood vessels burst, dyeing the entire bed red.

Then she turned into a crazed monster, beastlike roars rumbling from her throat.

Noticing the commotion, the "orderlies" who had been checking whether the other patients had taken their medicine turned and rushed toward Sun Mengmei.

They were clearly well trained. In no time at all, they carried Sun Mengmei away.

The Pink-clothed Nurse frowned in disgust. "This patient's drug resistance is far too low. What trash."

Well, looks like this sort of thing happened pretty often.

Bo Shuo grumbled inwardly, but sneered on the surface. "You can't even control the patients' dosage. What a useless fool."

His voice was cool and detached, yet his words hit the mark, heavy with mockery.

"Doctor Bo, you're absolutely right!" The Pink-clothed Nurse immediately chimed in. Her inorganic eyes rolled once, and she tilted her head before agreeing indignantly, "I'll make sure to properly convey your meaning when I go down later."

(Emotion Points from Doctor +999)

The voice came abruptly.

Oh? So the Doctor was here right now.

Bo Shuo's gaze swept around, eventually landing on a huge eye at the window. A line of words floated above it—NPC Doctor.

Bo Shuo uneasily tapped 007. "Do you think the Doctor will go berserk and rush over to kill me later because I insulted him like that?"

007 said, "Don't worry, Host. I just checked the favorability program. It says the Doctor's initial favorability toward you is very high. It even worships you as an idol."

"However... its hatred toward the Pink-clothed Nurse is really high right now. And it's not just the Doctor—the Pink-clothed Nurse is the same. The two of them might fight later."

"Monsters fight each other too?" Bo Shuo paused, his hand tightening around the Medicine Bottle.

"Of course," 007 said, seeming to recall something as he snapped irritably. "Forget monsters, even us systems fight. That 223 suddenly beat me up last time. My data stream was nearly scattered, and I barely managed to escape from it."

Bo Shuo asked in confusion, "Who is 223? Why haven't I heard you mention it before?"

"It's that learning system... Who knew it was so petty..." 007 suddenly stopped after letting the words slip, realizing it had said something it should not have.

Bo Shuo sensed that something was wrong. Why did the light orb before him look so guilty?

"Wait! If your relationship with 223 is that bad, how did you borrow the Training Space? You didn't steal it, did you?!"

"What are you talking about?" 007 flew into a rage from embarrassment. "How can a proper system's business be called stealing? It's borrowing—slow borrowing, gradual borrowing, regular borrowing, borrowing with depth and rhythm."

Bo Shuo: "..."

"So have you returned it yet?"

007 guiltily changed the subject. "Host, look, the medicine inspection over there is almost finished."

Well then, it looked like it had not returned it.

But now was not the time to untangle the complicated history between 007 and 223.

On the other side, after Sun Mengmei was dragged away, everyone successfully passed the medicine inspection.

The Examinees who had taken only one pill were in poor condition, but they had not deteriorated to the point of mutating into monsters.

They merely looked somewhat dazed.

Gu Baiyu stared at the patients not far away and muttered, "Why are there several frogs on the beds?"

"Wake up!"

Xu Yi could not take it anymore and patted his shoulder. The blow startled Gu Baiyu, and he stared blankly at Xu Yi's face before exclaiming in shock, "A frog can talk?"

Xu Yi: "..."

It was not just Gu Baiyu. The other people who had taken the medicine had also developed hallucinations to varying degrees, as though they had been poisoned from eating mushrooms.

But as time passed, the Medicinal Effect gradually weakened, and their minds finally regained a trace of clarity.

At that moment, all the monsters had left, leaving only a group of patients in the room.

Time was pressing. They needed to search for clues quickly. After all, there were only twenty hours left until the Submit Paper deadline. If they failed, they would be erased.

Thinking of this, Gu Baiyu jolted upright from the bed. His mind was still muddled, so he fiercely pinched himself. When he felt the pain, he rejoiced.

It worked! Pain could ease the hallucinations. Realizing this, Gu Baiyu looked around.

But regrettably, to prevent patients from committing suicide, even the corners of the beds had been made rounded and blunt, without the slightest bit of lethality.

"Use this." Xu Yi handed over a small razor blade. Gu Baiyu took it and immediately slashed at a fleshy, fat-covered part of his body. Intense pain erupted in an instant, and Cold Sweat poured down his face.