My name is Qing He, and the Seventh Psychiatric Hospital is my home.
When the chilling wind of a horror dungeon swept through the morgue, every player screamed and ran for their lives.
I stared at the rusty chainsaw, eyes shining. “The director said broken public property should be repaired promptly.”
I tore the ghost nurse’s white dress into a mop and used the corpses to build a new hospital bed.
The livestream comments exploded: “Is this lunatic dismantling ghosts for furniture?”
System alerts flashed wildly: “Warning! Dungeon boss undergoing emotional breakdown!”
I held up a wrench and asked gently, “Don’t be afraid. Once I’m done fixing you, you can be discharged.”
