TSFLIP Chapter 1101

Feng Guang completely gave up trying to discuss death with a madman, because the two of them would never see things from the same perspective. Qi Wei would never consider killing someone to be wrong. On the contrary, he didn’t kill casually. Feng Guang was someone who inspired an astonishing amount of patience in him. He was willing to wait for her wounds to heal, willing to acknowledge that he was her lover. He truly did like her—it was just that his affection was built upon his appetite for her.

Feng Guang gave up struggling altogether. For three straight days, he kept her locked in the room. Every day, he insisted on examining her wounds himself. As the cuts on the back of her hand gradually healed, he would happily bring her a plate of her favorite meat dishes from the cafeteria whenever the injury improved a little more, as though rewarding an obedient pet.

She had already prepared herself for the worst. She thought about it clearly: if she died in this world because of him, then in the next world she’d just start over again.

Once she sank into this kind of hopeless mood, even the System couldn’t talk her out of it. On the evening of the fourth day, the door to her room opened from the outside. Sitting on the bed, Feng Guang looked up. She only glanced briefly at the man standing in the doorway before looking away again.

He walked over and sat beside her, pulling her curled-up body into his arms. “Sorry. I’ve had a lot to deal with these past few days, so I neglected you.”

The things he had to deal with were nothing more than disposing of another group of people trying to escape.

Holding one of her hands, he said, “Your wound is healing nicely.”

“Yeah. Ready to be washed up and eaten.” Her voice was emotionless. “I only have one request. When you do it, make it quick. I’m afraid of pain.”

He laughed softly. “So this is what you’ve been quietly thinking about these past few days?”

“What else would I think about?”

“Feng Guang really hates me now.”

“At least this version of you is impossible to like.”

He pulled her to her feet by the hand. “I’ll take you to see something interesting.”

“I don’t want to—”

“Your refusal doesn’t mean anything here.” Smiling, he practically dragged her out the door.

He brought her to the fifth floor of the hospital. Doctors and nurses were normally forbidden from coming here, let alone tourists. When he switched on the lights, the hallway brightened, and through the windows of the rooms Feng Guang saw what was inside. She covered her mouth in shock.

There were all kinds of instruments arranged inside the rooms. Even if she didn’t know their names, she could guess what they were used for.

Qi Wei said, “Before us, the doctors here preferred simpler methods for treating patients. They called those methods ‘correction.’”

“Then you…”

He smiled without denying it. “Every patient underwent treatment like this. If someone couldn’t endure it anymore, they’d throw them into the sea. And all they’d tell the family was, ‘Their illness relapsed. They jumped into the ocean. The body was never found.’”

The patients here all suffered from mental illnesses. Even if they told people that the doctors used brutal methods to treat them, no one would believe them.

“So because of this… You imprisoned the real doctors and freed the patients?”

“Of course not.” He denied it immediately, because he was far from being noble. Slowly, he continued, “I was locked in the highest-security cell, down in the basement. Aside from the old director, no one dared come looking for trouble with me. Then one day, Nangong Zhe suddenly appeared.”