Pathological Heart Lock - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

White coats were easy enough to find in a hospital, and there were plenty of empty consultation rooms.

The Maid Player and I each put one on and settled into adjacent empty rooms to pose as doctors.

From time to time, “patients” would actually come in for a consultation.

“Doctor, my leg hurts,” one patient said, pointing to a severed limb.

“Doctor, my teeth ache so much,” another said, opening a mouth full of bloody teeth.

…

Damn, being a doctor is hard.

By 11:30 PM, I was physically and mentally exhausted from dealing with so many ghosts and monsters, and I rubbed my temples wearily.

With a creak, the door to the consultation room was pushed open.

A man wearing striped hospital pajamas walked in and sat down in front of me. He looked to be about 189 centimeters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He wore a face mask.

He had narrow, elongated phoenix eyes.

When he looked at me, there was an inexplicable hint of a smile in them, the corners of his eyes tilting up slightly.

My eyelid twitched.

He looked so familiar, yet I couldn’t remember where I had seen him before.

“Where does it hurt?” I asked tentatively.

The man raised an eyebrow. Under the eerie glow of the incandescent lights, his expression took on a touch of wickedness.

“Can the doctor cure me regardless of where it hurts?” When he spoke, his voice was deep and husky, surprisingly pleasant to the ear.

I pondered for a moment before pointing toward the ceiling. “If it’s too complicated an illness, you’ll have to go upstairs to Examination Room 4 for surgery.”

The man laughed. “It’s not that complicated. I’ll be fine as long as the doctor helps me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the man stood up.

His towering frame loomed over me, blocking out the pale light and casting a large shadow across my body.

I suddenly realized something was wrong.

This patient was far too abnormal!

The patients who came to see me earlier were either missing limbs or had gaping holes in their chests.

The man in front of me was too… whole.

He was so whole that he didn’t even look like a ghost.

Moreover, the sense of pressure radiating from him was overwhelming.

In his presence, the air seemed to compress, making it difficult for me to breathe.

“Doctor, won’t you help me?”

While my mind was racing, the man had unknowingly drawn closer to me.

He leaned down slightly, the dark depths of his eyes swirling with a profound smile.

He had me practically pinned behind the computer desk; there was nowhere left to run.