"It possesses wisdom, but its wisdom is not like that of humans. It cannot understand human subjectivity, nor does it have the ability to manage humans."
"It is the avatar of a rule, simply desiring to maintain the existence of the hospital."
"The most important components of a hospital are the doctors and patients, along with a substantial number of other personnel such as janitors and security guards."
"Just a lot of devices, buildings, and dical equipnt doesn’t really make a true hospital..."
"However, most of the dical staff died in a disaster that caused the ground to collapse, effectively killing all the doctors."
"Therefore, it could only maintain its existence in a rigid way: by injecting the mories of deceased doctors into the minds of the living. As a result, the ’dead’ in the hospital were ’resurrected’ in this peculiar manner, operating according to their own rembered practices."
This thod of "mory resurrection" poses a challenging philosophical question: Who am I? Where did I co from? Where am I going?
This is the ultimate question, impossible to fully comprehend in a lifeti.
Wang Hao, for the mont, did not delve into this.
"In order to sustain its existence, it would kill anyone trying to uncover the truth."
"But to also maintain the hospital itself, for every position that opens, it finds a living person, implants nearly identical mories, and places them in the sa job."
Having deduced this far, Wang Hao clapped his hands, feeling sowhat excited.
The truth about the hospital had been uncovered!
The inexplicable scenes could naturally be explained.
’The Director of the Archives’—the real Zhou Haoran—must have died in the disaster.
Zhou Haoran’s mories were extracted by ’it’ and implanted into soone else’s mind.
"So unfortunate individual was captured, had their mories altered, and mistakenly believed they were the Director of the Archives ’Zhou Haoran,’ thus participating in the hospital work as before."
Thus, the hospital staff turnover rate was virtually nonexistent.
If soone discovered the truth and wanted to resign, they were simply eliminated by the hospital.
And then replaced by soone else, with the deceased’s mories implanted!
It was truly terrifying!
Truly terrifying!
"Of course, the selection of the replacent might also have specific requirents, such as similar height, appearance, personality, personal abilities, etc., to ensure a certain match; it’s not possible for a non-verbal baby to be appointed as the dean."
"But then the problem arises again, age doesn’t seem to be a stringent matching criterion, a ’Zhou Haoran’ who looked over forty was found to be amiss during a bone age test."
"The 24-year-old ’,’ having over twenty years of work experience in mory, felt very wrong."
"This, in turn, led to the first ’Zhou Haoran’s’ suicide. This warrior, by committing suicide, aid to verify the authenticity of the mories in his mind."
This... was a hero.
"If ’I’ discovered that I was resurrected, still called Zhou Haoran, then it could be deduced that these mories were false."
"It’s not actually a resurrection, but rather a switch to another person with the sa mories, but slightly different habits, temperant, and personal characteristics—there are no two identical leaves in the world."
"Of course, the mory of ’my’ suicide was definitely altered. ’It’ does not allow any disruptive elents that could hinder the hospital’s progress to exist."
As for the rules drafted by the dean, such as not to open the windows during a building collapse, etc., they were all ant to avoid the truth.
Old Wang deduced this far and shivered slightly, feeling the hairs on his back stand on end.
The world controlled by the ’Moon of Illusion’ was too insane!
A ’Hospital’ that had undergone resurrection gave rise to such complex issues!
In a world where even mories might not be accurate, how could an ordinary person survive?
This was a big question.
After ntally exclaiming "Truly terrifying!" a few tis, Wang Hao was imrsed in the thrill of successfully solving the mystery, utterly captivated.
The greater the challenge, the higher the joy!
"My ultimate goal: to draft new rules."
"By the way, how to bring Chen Xinyi and Xu Zhijun back to consciousness?"
The first question was a bit difficult.
The answer to the second question was quite simple: the morgue or the adjacent funeral parlor!
Since Qingtian Hospital was a false, illusory creation that had completely collapsed, then stark death was the ultimate "reality."
Illusion and reality are innately contradictory.
"Witnessing death might lead to the revival of original mories, thus the rule set by the dean repeatedly emphasized that it is normal for patients to die."
"As for the increasing cure rate, it could be ’The Moon of Illusion’ creating anchors, or possibly the hospital manifesting a series of strange phenona to sustain its own existence."
Therefore, it could be inferred that those entering the morgue, in the densest atmosphere of death, might be able to recover their own mories.
However, they would also be attacked by ’it’.
Therefore, the Dean directly sealed off the morgue with a cent wall.
"Maybe, by bringing Chen Xinyi and Xu Zhijun next door to the Funeral Parlor, the intense aura of death might help them regain their mories."
"After all, they are only contract staff at the mont, not actual doctors. There might still be hope for them."
"However, for doctors within the hospital, as well as directors and the Dean, the power of the Funeral Parlor next door may not be sufficient. They might need to go to the morgue... but entering the morgue would an being killed by ’It’ straightaway."
Wang Hao thought of this and felt a terrible headache.
He still hadn’t thought of a better Rule that could protect all of humanity!
The old Dean’s Rule, though flawed, invisibly protected most people and the majority of the staff. Only occasionally would soone be unlucky.
"Or perhaps, the rising healing rates co at a cost... Maybe doctors are consuming their own spiritual power or even their souls, which could an that staff changes behind the scenes are actually quite frequent?"
Wang Hao gently sighed; thinking this way made the hospital’s reality even darker.
Doctors save people, only to be slowly consud themselves; after they are exhausted, another doctor replaces them. This cycle continues, endlessly dying doctors, a high healing rate, and a bustling business, all just to sustain the existence of the "Hospital".
Even more terrifying is that no one knows about this!
"Possibly blowing up the hospital with so Strange Object? Not much use, after all, the hospital has collapsed once before and ultimately ’resurrected’."
"Even if you kill everyone in the hospital, ’It’ could just recruit another batch."
"Using so extrely powerful Strange Object to suppress everything here?"
Stone Buddha? I don’t have that thing.
It looks like the Ga Training Camp’s current production of Strange Objects is still slightly weak.
Old Wang couldn’t think of a solution, raging inwardly, "The strongest anomaly I’ve painstakingly paid for, the Stone Buddha, should be returned to !"
...
...
The power of the "Delusion" is extending!
The Stone Buddha is suppressing the "barely visible" Qingtian Hospital!
Feng Ling spent half the day finally finding the morgue of Qingtian Hospital. There seed to be a mysterious force hovering around, creating a mass of grey-black fog that continued to spread outward.
"This is the place."
Feng Ling did not shy away from this black fog but rather felt a faint ability to control its power.
"Is this the delusion that erupts when humans are close to death?
’The power of ’It’ spreads to a new world through this thick delusion."
When Feng Ling encountered these terrifying powers called "Delusion," her heart tightened. It felt like an obscure existence was whispering in her mind, rewriting her mories, devouring everything from her body to soul, taking away everything.
From manipulating clay, humans recognized their innate ability to create all things. Bright as light at birth, dark as night at death, humanity continuously emitted long queries and repeatedly dissolved into the heavy soil...
The fear of death is humanity’s greatest fear and thus gives birth to the greatest Delusion.
A faint blue light flickered unexpectedly a couple of tis in her mind.
Another force within her revived!
Her mind gradually cleared, and she suddenly rembered sothing, "Is this it... I can do it."
"This is the legacy she left , I’m sure I can do it."
Feng Ling’s expression saddened as she wiped away the tears that had unintentionally flowed with her sleeve, her face returning to strength.
She turned away and left the morgue.
She waved at the drone observing her from the sky, saying shyly, "Well... I know you’ve been watching . Actually, my actions won’t bring disaster, but instead, they will eliminate it."
"If you need to understand the true nature of this hospital, you can lower the drone a little."
...
"Report, the investigation target from the Parallel Worlds is attempting to communicate with us. Should we allow this dialogue?"
"Allow... lower the drone! Be careful with cognitive protection."
"Understood."
...
A high-altitude drone landed in front of Feng Ling.
She pondered for a mont, feeling a bit nervous, and slowly said to the cara, "You might think that I’m responsible for the hospital’s appearance and the resurrection of the dead, but that’s not actually the case..."
"In our world, there’s also a Qingtian Hospital that collapsed due to a sinkhole, killing many people."
"Even the nas of the hospital and the nearby Funeral Parlor are the sa..."
"All this seems coincidental, but viewed on a larger tiline, it might be an inevitable event. ’It’ uses this phenonon called ’Mirror Image’ to anchor and exert its influence."
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