There was nothing wrong with the hospital's doctors and nurses.
There was nothing wrong with the other members of the rescue team.
The captain with the broken leg had something foul on him.
Professor Han and the surviving camp members had problems too.
With a little Longevity Worm powder, Lin Feng figured out how far things had progressed.
He was very satisfied.
The situation was still under control.
Compared with the game's difficulty, this was a walk in the park.
I might suck.
But you lot are even worse.
He still hadn't finished the dried fruit he'd bought on the high-speed train. Lin Feng sat on the floor and watched the farce unfold—every available seat in the hospital was occupied, leaving him nowhere to sit. Even the areas around the charging outlets were packed; there was no squeezing into a seat.
Lin Feng settled for sitting on the floor, eating dried fruit as he watched the nurses, doctors, and security guards forcibly take back the people who had rushed out and strap them into restraints.
The hospital's floor tiles were pretty nice. Compared with the depths of the mountains in the game, this place was practically heaven.
Watching the noisy hospital, Lin Feng felt a genuine sense of peace.
He knew that whatever he had encountered, it hadn't spread.
It was still concentrated in one place.
Still something he could handle.
What he needed to do now was exorcise it.
How, though?
An ordinary Taoist priest would probably set up an altar, chant incantations, and invite a deity to descend. One ritual service would do the trick.
A Buddhist monk would probably hold a service too.
Lin Feng couldn't do that.
He wasn't very good at it. The Yin-Yang Practitioners back home chanted convincingly enough, their voices rising and falling