Leaving the infant room, Feng Bujue's mood was quite foul.

He originally thought that after completing a side quest of such high difficulty, he should at least get a perfect-grade piece of equipment or something.

But, he only got a plot item...

[Name: Meal Card]

[Type: Plot Related]

[Quality: Normal]

[Function: Can be used to purchase work meals at the hospital's 1F cafeteria]

[Can be taken out of this script: No]

[Remarks: Employee-only card for Cedar Crest County Public Hospital, employees need to recharge it at the cafeteria.]

"Completing a side quest and getting a plot item that can't be turned into a puzzle card, which means... this thing must be a necessity for completing another side quest." Feng Bujue muttered, holding the meal card in his hand, "I paid such a painful price to complete the mission and get this card, there's no way I can leave it unused... so, I have to do another quest related to this item..."

He put away the meal card and sighed, "Sigh... this script seems like you can do nothing, but in reality, there are so many things to do that you can't finish them all..."

"Hee hee hee..." That laughter, which had appeared once before, rang out again, seemingly guiding the player forward.

"Room 125..." Jue-Ge followed the sound for a while and arrived in front of a pediatric ward. He glanced at the door number and reached out to open the door.

The door was unlocked, and he could open it with a simple turn of the handle.

For a few seconds, Feng Bujue was actually quite uneasy. He was worried that a prompt like [The door is locked] would appear again, forcing him to go somewhere else to find another key or something.

"Hee hee... Uncle, you're here." The little girl sat on the hospital bed in the corner of the room, her face still obscured by long hair. The red dress she wore stood out particularly in the shadows.

"Ah... yes." Feng Bujue said, "As agreed, I'm here to help you comb your hair."

The little girl slowly got up, stood up, walked halfway around the bed, and reached the bedside table. She reached out and opened the drawer, taking out a large mirror with a stand.

Her movements were slow, and every gesture revealed a strange aura, which made people more and more concerned about... what her face looked like.

After setting up the mirror, the little girl moved a stool and sat down, her face facing the mirror. From behind the long hair on her forehead, a clear voice spoke: "I want a ponytail."

"Oh... okay." Feng Bujue took out the small comb from his pocket, "Your hair is so long... how about pigtails?"

"Okay." The little girl's tone inexplicably turned cold.

If this were a horror movie, the atmosphere would undoubtedly have reached a critical point at this moment, which meant... a jump scare was coming soon...

At this point, anyone could guess that something bad would happen when the little girl's hair was lifted from her forehead.

Feng Bujue naturally knew this as well, but he didn't care. Anyway, his Scare Value wouldn't change, which was why he was fearless.

Seeing this, Jue-Ge strode behind the little girl and placed his hands on her forehead. As his fingers probed into her hair, a cold sensation seeped from his fingertips...

Feng Bujue did not hesitate and smoothly brushed the long hair away from her forehead on both sides.

In the next second, he saw an extremely terrifying face in the mirror.

The little girl seemed human in appearance, but the skin on her face was a scale-like substance. Her face had eight eyes, divided into two vertical rows. Moreover, she had no nose, no lips on her mouth, and two rows of fangs were exposed.

Since there was no light in the room, Feng Bujue propped the flashlight on the bedside table, shining it diagonally on the little girl. This kind of upward-tilted flashlight light was terrifying even when shone on a human face, let alone on the face of such a monster.

However, Feng Bujue remained calm, helping the little girl comb her hair as if nothing was wrong.

"Uncle, do you like to listen to stories?" Just then, the little girl suddenly spoke.

"I like them..." Feng Bujue replied calmly, while in his heart he was muttering: Another side quest? Or... further revealing the plot?

"Then shall I tell you a story?" the little girl asked.

"Go ahead..." Feng Bujue said, "I'm slow at combing hair."

His so-called "slow" could actually be understood as "can't"...

Obviously, a man who couldn't even tie his shoelaces properly as a child couldn't possibly know how to braid hair. In fact, when she said the six words "I want a ponytail," Feng Bujue's mind was blank. His reply of "pigtails" was purely a delaying tactic...

"A long, long time ago, this place was not a hospital..." the little girl began to narrate.

"Whoa, whoa... this opening is super ominous..." Feng Bujue only heard half of this sentence and complained in his heart, "You're not going to say this used to be a graveyard, are you..."

"...but a cemetery." The second half of the little girl's sentence confirmed his guess.

"Is it really that cliché..." Feng Bujue thought.

"It is said that this is a cursed land." The little girl continued, "Any souls buried here can never rest in peace. And those who linger here for a long time will also encounter misfortune..."

"Wait... is it okay to build a hospital in this kind of place?" Feng Bujue thought in shock.

"One day, a greedy man came here..." the little girl continued, "He embezzled the county government's appropriations and forcibly requisitioned this cheap, cursed land... and built a hospital here."

"Oh... I seem to understand quite a few things now..." Feng Bujue responded.

"It took a long time to complete the hospital. There were constant accidental injuries and deaths during the construction process, and even the construction team was changed several times, but the greedy man didn't care and insisted on carrying out his plan." The little girl continued, "Finally, the hospital was completed, and this cursed land became a cursed hospital. Every day... many people step into this forbidden place that they should never have set foot in in their lives..." She paused for a moment, "Some of them can leave, some... cannot. Even those who leave here... the shadow of misfortune will accompany them for many years, as if an invisible force is drawing them back to this place..."

The little girl's ethereal voice grew louder and heavier as she narrated, and her tone... gradually became filled with anger and resentment.