SWDnovel Chapter 553 Disgust Value +50
Chapter 553 Disgust Value +50
"Dr. Moore!"
The Phantom rushed to the door, flung it open, and yelled down the hallway, "Dr. Moore!"
The sound echoed in the quiet hospital corridor.
Just then, the door to room 410 opened, and Sabrina Moore came out carrying a medical record folder.
The phantom's hair was disheveled, her eyes were bloodshot and red from intense itching, and both arms were bare.
From wrist to elbow, there were countless crisscrossing red marks and scratches. Some of the wounds were slightly swollen at the edges and oozing a pale yellow liquid. A strange dark green mist floated on the surface of the skin, as if it had been soaked by something unclean.
There were also several long bloody marks on the Phantom's collarbone and neck, and a small piece of skin was peeled off in one place.
"I'm terribly itchy," Phantom said through gritted teeth, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, "I must have been poisoned by that purple-eyed one."
Sabrina took two steps closer and leaned down slightly to examine the Phantom's arm.
She didn't touch it—because even she could tell that the green mist clinging to the wounds was definitely not a good thing.
She could even feel a slight burning sensation when her fingertips approached.
Sabrina straightened up, her expression calm but her tone crisp: "I'm not a dermatologist. In your case, you need to be referred to a dermatologist."
"Then turn!" Phantom practically roared. "Hurry! I can't wait a second longer!"
Sabrina's gaze then turned to what was behind her—
Wasim was standing there, holding a dressing tray in his hand.
He heard the entire conversation and saw Phantom's injured state.
When Sabrina's gaze fell upon him, his heart skipped a beat.
This job is too hot to handle.
Keep in mind that Phantom is currently covered in poison and has a terrible temper.
What if she gets so itchy on the way that she takes it out on her companion...?
Wasim didn't even dare to imagine how much more aversion he would generate.
He unconsciously took a step back.
Fortunately, Sabrina's gaze only swept across his face without lingering, eventually landing on the new girl.
She was a young nurse from Versailles, with naturally curly, dark brown hair piled loosely on her shoulders. She had gentle eyes and a serious demeanor typical of someone just starting out on the job.
Her name was written on her leaf label—Chloe Bertrand.
In the real world, she is a real nurse who has just graduated from nursing school in Versailles.
"Chloe," Sabrina beckoned to her, "take Phantom to the dermatology department. It's on the third floor of the outpatient building, hurry up."
Chloe nodded vigorously immediately: "Yes, Dr. Moore."
She turned to the Phantom: "Please come this way with me."
She turned around and led the way.
The phantom followed three steps behind her, trembling uncontrollably. Every few seconds, it would stop and rub its back against the wall, letting out a painful groan.
Chloe didn't dare turn around, nor did she dare urge them on; she didn't even dare walk too fast.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Phantom suddenly stopped, bent over, and gripped her back tightly with both hands, hissing as she gasped for breath.
She couldn't take it anymore. She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, and glared at Chloe: "You, scratch my back, quick."
Chloe paused for a moment, then reflexively pulled a pair of rubber gloves from her pocket and put them on.
The phantom's pupils constricted sharply: "What are you doing?"
"Let me scratch it for you..."
"I hate the feeling of rubber on my skin!" the Phantom's voice squeezed out through clenched teeth. "Scratch it with your hands!"
Chloe's hand paused, her throat bobbing. "But...your skin is damaged by poisoning...if I scratch it..."
"What?" Phantom narrowed her eyes, her tone icy. "You despise me?!"
In Chloe's view, the Phantom's aversion value suddenly surged, soaring all the way up to break through fifty points in an instant.
Chloe's heart sank, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on her back.
"I'm sorry..." she said hastily, her voice trembling, "I'll scratch it for you right away—"
"roll!"
The Phantom roared angrily.
"I'll go to the dermatologist myself!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a pink afterimage exploded in front of Chloe with a "whoosh," leaving only a faint, almost invisible trail in the air.
The person is gone.
[Breast Surgery Inpatient Department Rule 4:]
When any object's aversion to you reaches or exceeds 44, you will be instantly devoured.
There was no chance of redress, and no warning time.
The game ends the moment you reach 44.
50!
That number was 50!
Chloe's breathing suddenly became rapid.
She looked up abruptly and glanced around; the corridor was empty, not a soul in sight.
No, the sensation under my feet is wrong.
The floor tiles were no longer hard and flat. She looked down and saw fine, wriggling, pale flesh-colored lines spreading out from the gaps between the tiles.
The air suddenly became thick and cold.
Before she could scream, the ground suddenly arched upwards.
Countless tentacles emerged from beneath the floor tiles, each coated in a sticky liquid, wrapping around her ankles, calves, knees, and waist, engulfing her entirely like a Venus flytrap closing its leaves.
"Help--"
At the corner ahead, two strange patients dressed in hospital gowns slowly stopped, watching the scene with amusement.
Chloe's struggles grew weaker and weaker as her body sank inch by inch beneath the floor tiles, like a spoonful of sugar dissolving in water, leaving nothing behind.
The ground has been restored to a level state.
After watching the spectacle, the two patients shrugged, as if they hadn't had enough, smacked their lips, and slowly walked away.
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After cleaning, Lin Feng had some free time and looked around the office.
He hesitated for a moment, then took out a slender-necked white porcelain vase from his personal space. The glaze was warm and smooth, and the lines were clean and neat. It was the kind of beautiful vase that wouldn't overshadow anything else.
Next, he took out a bunch of lisianthus, with layers of pale purple petals and very light white tinges at the edges.
The portable space can keep the flowers fresh for a long time, keeping them as fresh as when they were just picked, with tiny water droplets even hanging on the leaves.
He prepared this before entering the dungeon, thinking it might come in handy someday.
Lin Feng trimmed the flower branches, placing the longer ones at the back and the shorter ones at the front, and then arranged them in the vase in a staggered manner.
He then took out a few silver chrysanthemums from his storage space. The grayish-white, delicate leaves dotted the pale purple, like a thin layer of mist surrounding the bouquet.
The most ingenious part was that he also added two slender sprigs of baby's breath, with tiny white flowers peeking out from between the flowers, instantly making the whole arrangement much more lively.
He examined it for a few seconds, then slightly adjusted the angle of the foremost lisianthus, tilting it slightly to the left.
Then, he gently placed the vase on the upper right corner of Su Wan's desk, in a position that wouldn't obstruct her view, yet was just out of sight...