"As I deduced earlier, A-wing is a safe zone. This area is where the doctors and nurses work, and it's also where the patients with mild conditions are housed. I can search for clues here, and in theory, there shouldn't be any combat," Chen Shang muttered as he ascended the stairs at the end of the first floor. There was no need to thoroughly explore the first floor—apart from the lobby, there were only a few dispensaries and diagnosis rooms, which a quick glance confirmed had no useful clues.
The second floor, however, housed several examination rooms.
"This looks just like a regular psychiatric hospital. It even feels somewhat familiar," Chen Shang remarked.
[Oh boy, the streamer's got experience here.]
[I knew the streamer wasn't normal.]
[How could we forget how he laughed like a maniac while lifting the coffin lid in the last stream?]
[Whoa, now that you mention it...]
Chen Shang had indeed visited psychiatric hospitals before and was something of a regular patient. According to him, the atmosphere in psychiatric hospitals was great—everyone was interesting, and his insomnia was greatly improved during his stays.
Well, the people inside often claimed to be Sun Wukong or believed they could split the Earth in half with a single punch. In a way, it was true—everyone was quite fascinating. As for the insomnia part, the hospital's special meals contained small amounts of sedatives and sleeping pills. If you refused to sleep peacefully, a few nurses with legs as thick as your waist would personally administer your medication and strap you to a bed for some "physical therapy."
But back to the matter at hand, Chen Shang didn't find any useful clues on the second floor. However, in the women's restroom, he did stumble upon a rather peculiar mop.
[Are you serious, streamer?]
[Why is it that the streamer can casually stroll into the women's restroom like it's nothing?]
[Enjoy your time in jail.]
[Did he seriously just walk out with a mop?]
The chat went wild, incredulous at Chen Shang's antics. After all, this was something no normal person would ever do, but Chen Shang pulled it off with ease.
Now, why was this mop special?
Because when Chen Shang touched it, a mechanical voice rang out in his head:
[Resentful Mop of the Ladies' Room]: It spent years mopping up unidentifiable bloodstains in the women's restroom. Over time, it became awakened, drawing strength from the monthly blood it cleaned, growing to resent this world. It can deal one-time damage to spiritual entities. Note: "The mop is stained; Lü Bu reincarnated." Wield it, and you are an unstoppable general.
Chen Shang was at a loss for words at the bizarre description. Fortunately, the mop could be stored in the [Streamer's Inventory]; otherwise, walking around with a mop during patrols would make him look completely insane.
The first two floors of A-wing were hospital facilities, while the third and fourth floors housed patient rooms.
As Chen Shang ascended to the third floor, he noticed that the layout here was different from the first two. The third floor was just a long hallway with locked doors on either side.
"Looks like even the patients in A-wing have a curfew at night," he muttered, peeking into the rooms as he walked by.
Each patient room door had a small window, which could be opened from the outside, likely to check on patients or pass things through. Just as Chen Shang slid open one of these windows, a hand suddenly shot out and grabbed his wrist.
"Left hand, warm, must be alive. Veins are prominent—good for injections. Multiple puncture marks near the veins, indicating this guy isn't well-behaved and often gets special treatment. Strong grip, but still within normal human limits, so..." Chen Shang analyzed the situation with an eerie calm, examining the hand that had grabbed him. His conclusion: Human. Not very strong. Unruly.
A sinister laugh echoed from the other side of the door. The person behind it seemed thrilled to have snagged such a good prey.
With his free hand, Chen Shang drew his military knife and pressed the blade against the wrist of the hand gripping him. He, too, began to laugh—louder, more arrogant, and far more chilling.
[Who's the monster here, the streamer or the other guy?]
[Streamer, you really should be locked up.]
[No mercy, huh?]
[Looks like the other guy's not laughing anymore.]
The laughter from the other side suddenly stopped, and the hand released its grip, attempting to retreat.
But Chen Shang wasn't about to let that happen. The knife stayed firmly against the wrist, a clear warning that any further movement would result in the loss of a hand.
The person inside hesitated for a moment, then tried again to pull their hand back. This time, the knife bit into the skin, and blood began to drip down from the wrist, splattering on the floor beneath the window.
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, the person behind the door froze, evidently aware that further resistance could cost them a precious limb.
"Are you the night guard?" a raspy voice asked from behind the door.
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