I Don't Understand
Before long, Kong Duiyue drew up a list filled with illnesses that Fairyland Survivor could treat.
Looking it over carefully, Chen Yu found that there were many illnesses, but they were basically all useless ones.
"[Pollen Allergy]: Your heart skips half a beat whenever you see the words 'pollen.' How bored does someone have to be to discover this illness?"
"[Work Syndrome]: While at work, sufferers periodically spout obscenities and feel the urge to insult their employees. Commonly seen in bosses. Isn't this just a bad temper? And it feels like all bosses outside Heaven Origin are like this."
"[Sick]: Simply being sick, while appearing normal on the outside and only knowing that you're sick—Is this some kind of philosophical illness?"
"[Bootlicking Syndrome]: While at work, sufferers unconsciously kneel down to lick their boss's stinking feet and develop a morbid fervor for their boss's suppression and wage deductions. This illness is terrifying. And someone even asked why it wasn't contagious? I better not see that person, or they won't get off easy."
After reading through the list in detail, Chen Yu felt that his Haunted Hospital was already bizarre enough. He hadn't expected even stranger illnesses to exist here.
A Dream Maker's painstaking contemplation could not compete with reality's sudden flashes of inspiration.
Shaking the list, Chen Yu looked at Kong Duiyue. "Are these the illnesses under your jurisdiction? They all seem pretty useless."
"Yeah. All the profitable illnesses were divided up by the other incarnations. Then they contacted the Plague Star Lord to treat patients and make money together. If the patients have no money, they introduce them to become Morality actors, then have the Slaughter Star Lord grind Morality for them. It's already become an industry. They can also sell them medicine along the way,