r18novel Chapter 568 Brother, we deserve this kind of enjoyment
Chapter 568 Brother, we deserve this kind of enjoyment
Kuroki Hideto covered his face, blood dripping from between his fingers, and huddled in the corner, not even having the courage to look up.
"Get out of here!" the doctor hissed.
Kuroki Hideto jolted, quickly picked up the teeth from the ground, and, supporting himself against the wall, slowly made his way to the end of the corridor, muttering incoherently:
"Darkness...corruption...injustice..."
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Studio:
"Hahahaha, money makes the world go round!"
"What do you mean it's unfair? Money is a part of ability too, you know."
Kuroki: I brought my brain. Lin Feng: I brought my money.
"The speed at which the doctor takes money is what I would call professional competence."
"If 10,000 Ghost Coins are held for 10,000 years, how is the interest calculated?"
"First came electroconvulsive therapy, then came monetary therapy; the difference in quality is immediately apparent."
"I suggest that Kuroki go back and get some ghost coins too, so he can compete with Lin Feng in terms of savings next time."
Lin Feng: I'm not here for treatment, I'm here to spend money.
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The doctor returned to the ward and looked at Lin Feng and Vassim with a gentle expression. He told them to wait patiently in the room and then gently closed the door to room 214.
The ward fell silent.
Less than two minutes later, two light, delicate footsteps came from outside the door.
"Click~"
The door was gently pushed open
The door was pushed open.
The first to enter was a female nurse with a high ponytail, a round face, almond-shaped eyes, and skin as white as fine porcelain. However, there was a crack on her right cheek near her ear, like ice patterns on porcelain.
She wore a pink and white nurse's cap with the brim slightly upturned, and her whole face was beaming with smiles, her eyebrows and eyes curving into two crescent moons.
Behind her followed another female nurse with long, flowing black hair, almond-shaped eyes, and lips coated with a light pink lip gloss, glossy and moist.
There was also a very fine crack above her left eyebrow, slanting across the tail of her eyebrow.
Both women were wearing white nurse uniforms, with skirts that barely reached their upper thighs. As they walked, the hems of their skirts fluttered slightly, revealing black garter stockings underneath.
Each of them carried a black leather massage bag containing essential oils, a massage scraper, and a heated cotton pad—the complete equipment of a professional therapist.
The round-faced nurse walking in front spoke first, her voice soft and sweet:
"Sorry to keep you waiting, my name is Xiaoya."
The nurse with almond-shaped eyes behind her also smiled, her eyes slightly upturned.
"My name is Xiaoli. We've come here specifically to provide you two with neck and shoulder treatments."
The two placed their bags on the bedside table, patted the bed, and gestured for each other to lie down.
Wasim glanced at the nurse's exposed thigh, and the tips of his ears turned visibly red.
He turned his head, lowered his voice, and whispered in Lin Feng's ear, "Brother... is this... reasonable?"
Lin Feng had already turned over and was lying face down on the bed, resting the back of his head on his crossed arms, and glanced at him sideways:
"How about I go out and call the doctor back, and we can arrange for you to have that electroconvulsive therapy machine?"
Vassim jolted awake, quickly rolled over and lay face down on the other bed, burying his face in the pillow:
"That makes sense! If this isn't reasonable, then nothing in the world is reasonable!"
Xiaoya and Xiaoli covered their mouths and chuckled softly.
Xiaoya stood by Lin Feng's bedside, folded a white towel into a long strip, placed it under his forehead, rubbed her palms together, then poured brown medicinal oil into her hands, rubbed them together, and the aroma of the medicinal oil immediately spread.
His fingers landed on the back of Lin Feng's neck, and his thumb slowly pushed down along the muscle lines on both sides of the cervical spine, with just the right amount of force, neither too light nor too heavy.
"Mr. Lin, is this pressure okay?" Xiaoya's sweet voice floated down from above.
Lin Feng mumbled an "Mmm" into his pillow.
On the other side, Xiao Li also began to act.
Her technique was a bit wilder than Xiaoya's; she pressed her thumbs together and used her knuckles to push down along the tendons on the inner edge of Vassim's scapula, segment by segment.
Wasim's neck and shoulders were already stiff and tight. When pressed like that, he first hissed in pain, then felt as if a hole had been pried open in the soreness, and a warm current rushed down his spine. He slumped down as if his bones had been removed, and squeezed out a sound from his throat:
"Oh...this...it feels so good, I feel like I'm about to melt and melt into the bed!"
Xiao Li chuckled softly, adding a little more pressure with her fingertips, pushing along the trapezius muscle all the way to the acromion. Vassim shuddered again, muttering incoherently:
"Am I already dead...? This must be heaven..."
Lin Feng, lying beside him, listened to Vassim's pathetic behavior and couldn't help but turn his head and spit twice.
"Don't say anything unlucky. We deserve these things. Be confident."
Wasim tilted his face out of the pillow, revealing half an eye, and chuckled twice:
"Yes, yes, they deserve it, they absolutely deserve it!"
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At this moment, on the other side of the hospital.
At the entrance to the morgue on the second basement level, the dim emergency lights flickered, illuminating the water stains on the walls as if they were distorted human faces. The air was thick with the stench of formaldehyde and the smell of decaying corpses, making one's stomach churn.
Derek and Hidetoshi Kuroki carried a gray-brown stretcher, one in front of the other.
On the stretcher lay a corpse covered from head to toe with a white sheet. The outline of a human figure could be vaguely seen under the sheet, but the curves of certain parts were obviously wrong—a large section of the shoulder had collapsed.
Kuroki Hideto's pants were still wet, and his calves were trembling.
Derek was in no better shape; his dark face was bloodless, and his lips were purple.
Just as the two men turned a corner with the stretcher, the white sheet on the stretcher suddenly moved.
It felt like something pushed against it from inside.
Hideto Kuroki stopped abruptly, letting out a squeal like a chicken being choked: "It...it moved..."
Derek gritted his teeth: "You...you're mistaken...it's...it's your leg that's shaking, that's causing it..."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than there was another movement under the white cloth.
This time it was even more obvious—the white cloth arched up from the middle into a fist-sized bundle, and then slowly slid to one side.
Derek mechanically turned his neck and met Kuroki Hideto's gaze.
Both of them yelled "Aww!" at the same time, dropped the stretcher, and ran away.
After running about ten steps—
"Snapped!"
A black whip flashed down from the shadows, striking Derek precisely on the back.
With another backhand lash, the second whip landed on Kuroki Hideto's calf.
Both of them screamed at the same time and staggered as they crashed into the wall.
A person walked down from the shadows above the stairs.
He was thin and bony, wearing a gray-white coat stained with dark brown stains. His eyes were sunken and his pupils were cloudy. He looked down coldly at the two of them from above.
"Run?" His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against sheet metal. "You're running away before the work is finished? Do you have a death wish?"