Volume One: The Spiral Engraving Chapter Six: The Meat Grinder

Liu Feng and Lin Long arrived outside the hospital room and waved to Chen Fan.

“What’s going on with you? Are you trying to throw your life away? The surgery is about to start—why haven’t you taken care of your wounds first?” Liu Feng stepped forward, his eyes filled with concern as he examined Chen Fan’s injuries.

“Yeah, come with us first. At the very least, let us disinfect and bandage you,” Lin Long added impatiently, his robust physique and fiery temper evident in his tone.

Chen Fan didn’t refuse. He followed them into the examination room.

Inside, the room was empty. A huge mirror hung on the wall opposite the door.

The moment he stepped inside, a chill ran down his spine. Within the mirror stood a woman in red.

Her hair was outrageously long, covering her entire body from head to toe, leaving only a pair of red embroidered cloth shoes visible beneath.

Large maggots wriggled out from the strands of her hair, thudding heavily onto the floor. Some were so crushed they oozed pus.

Chen Fan furrowed his brow, unable to tell if this was real or an illusion. He quickly glanced at the system interface inside his head.

The black abyss was still there, but the dancing corpse on the flesh platform had vanished. The contamination index read 0.15.

“Could it be that she… escaped?” Chen Fan pointed at the mirror and asked them, “Do you see the woman in red in the mirror?”

Both men showed signs of annoyance. They glanced at the mirror briefly, then turned back to him.

“We don’t see anything! Absolutely nothing! Did you hear me? Are you going to get treated or not? Do you want to ruin our hospital’s reputation?” Lin Long’s eyes flashed with anger.

“Sorry, maybe it’s just my imagination,” Chen Fan quickly apologized and looked again into the mirror.

This time, the scene was even more terrifying. The woman in red extended her decayed right hand, swept aside her hair, and revealed her grotesque skull to Chen Fan.

Two green, glistening eyeballs still sat in her empty sockets.

Chen Fan swallowed hard, convincing himself it was an illusion, then looked at the two men with a puzzled expression. “I guess I’m just too sensitive. I’m not used to letting others treat my wounds. I’ll handle it myself.”

“What do you mean by that? We’re doctors, not here to harm you. What do you take us for?” Liu Feng, usually gentle with him, was visibly angry now. Chen Fan’s constant suspicion would destroy the hospital’s reputation if other patients overheard.

“If I said something wrong, I apologize, but I really can handle my injuries myself. Please let me do it.” He quickly reached for the squeeze bottle on the table to disinfect his wounds.

A faint trace of nervousness flickered in Liu Feng’s eyes. He grabbed Chen Fan’s wrist and said, “Alright, then you can do it yourself. But that bottle contains hydrogen peroxide; it won’t help your wounds heal. Wait here, I’ll get you some alcohol.”

Chen Fan was surprised but didn’t show it. He released his hand. “Thank you, Doctor Liu.”

Taking the bottle Liu Feng handed him, he didn’t disinfect immediately. Instead, he squeezed some onto the table and sniffed it to confirm. Satisfied, he set the alcohol down and picked up some gauze for careful inspection. When he was sure of its safety, he put it back on the table.

He had begun to distrust this hospital and was determined not to use any of its medical supplies.

“What exactly do you mean?” Lin Long’s anger boiled over, more furious than ever, as if he wanted to punch Chen Fan’s face.

Chen Fan said nothing more. After a glance at the red-clad monster in the mirror, he swept the bottles and gauze off the table.

The creature in red simply stared at him, motionless.

“Security! Guards!” Liu Feng roared, feeling his dignity insulted and trying to have Chen Fan taken away immediately.

Two guards rushed in swiftly, flanking Chen Fan.

“Or maybe I should just leave?” Chen Fan looked at Liu Feng and Lin Long, carefully studying their eyes.

His heart sank. From their gaze, he saw something unusual.

Was it… panic?

He couldn’t be sure.

After a moment, Liu Feng waved his hand. The two guards quickly withdrew from the examination room.

“They don’t want me to leave?” Chen Fan’s nerves stretched to a breaking point. Forcing a smile, he said, “My wounds are much better now. I’ll be going. Goodbye.”

Before leaving, he looked once more at the monster in the mirror, feeling his entire body chill as if plunged into icy water from head to toe.

Chen Fan headed toward the intensive care unit, growing increasingly uneasy. At the corner, he spotted the white-haired old man.

Like a fixed fixture on the map, the old man stood motionless. Upon seeing Chen Fan, he wore a concerned expression.

“You’ve been here a while. Why haven’t you treated your wounds yet? Don’t you have disinfectant? I have some. Would you like some?” The old man took out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide from his pocket, smiling kindly like a family elder, offering warmth.

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“I’m out of money. Can you lend me some? Just two hundred thousand will do,” Chen Fan nervously fixed his gaze on the old man, trying to gauge his reaction.

His heart plummeted when the old man smiled gently and handed him a card. “There’s three hundred thousand inside, the password is 852741. Take it. I’m old now; I don’t need it.”

“Thank you for your kindness!” Chen Fan clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on his arm.

He refused the card and sidestepped the old man, continuing toward the hospital room.

Outside the room, Chen Fan’s gaze landed on a long-haired young woman sitting nearby, staring at him with what seemed like… concern.

She raised her fair left hand, beckoning him with a sly smile. “My butt still aches a bit. Can you rub it for me?”

Chen Fan was struck as if by lightning, frozen in place. Why was this different from before?

This scene felt eerily familiar—just like when Wang Chan had seduced him before!

His pupils contracted sharply, heart pounding wildly. He turned his head and looked through the window at his parents and younger brother Chen Zhi inside the room, along with the attending physician Zhou Qiyuan.

Despite the serious illness, they chatted idly, showing no sign of sadness, pressure, or grief.

Everything was off.

Everything was abnormal.

Not a single thing felt right.

Chen Fan looked back at the long-haired woman. “Where’s your husband? Can you take me to see him?”

“Sure.” She stood and swayed her ample hips, leading Chen Fan toward a nearby room.

Through the window, Chen Fan saw her husband—a middle-aged man, amputated and ruined—laughing and chatting with a nurse.

Only when the woman cleared her throat did he briefly feign pain and distress.

Feeling as if a heavy stone pressed down on him, Chen Fan struggled for breath and looked at the woman cautiously. “I’m a bit tired. Can I sleep with you? I promise I’m very enduring—enough for a three-day, three-night battle!”

He heard a chilling reply.

The woman smiled seductively, lowered her neckline, and in front of her husband revealed her fair breasts. “Alright!”

It was like a heavy blow to the head. Chen Fan staggered backward and slammed into the wall, unable to believe what he’d heard.

Ignoring her, Chen Fan hurried into the intensive care room and looked at Zhou Qiyuan. “I want to talk to my family. Could you please step outside?”

His only hope was to find a fragment of truth in this twisted nightmare—just a little would suffice. He wasn’t greedy.

Zhou Qiyuan’s eyes flickered with a strange light. He nodded once and left.

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Inside the room, Chen Fan looked at his younger brother Chen Zhi, who still wore an innocent expression, gazing at him with wide eyes full of affection.

But was this love genuine?

Chen Fan couldn’t tell.

He recalled when Chen Zhi was nine; they had gone up the mountain to pick tea. Chen Zhi remembered it clearly, even mentioning it repeatedly on the phone, asking Chen Fan to take him back after discharge.

Chen Fan’s lips trembled, fingers shaking. After a moment, he said, “Xiao Zhi, when I spoke with you on the phone, you told me more than once that after I left the military, I should take you to the zoo again. Do you remember that?”

Chen Zhi smiled innocently, showing his dimples. “Brother, I thought you’d forgotten. Now we’ve agreed—when you come back, you must take me to the zoo right away. This time, you have to keep your promise! If you break it, I won’t forgive you. Hmph!”

Chen Fan felt as if struck by lightning, his face turning pale as paper. After a long moment, he said, “I remember. This time, I definitely will.”

He then looked at his father Chen Feng lying on the bed. At this point, he didn’t want to ask more; the truth was almost certain.

Still clinging to a shred of hope, he asked, “Dad, when I was fifteen, didn’t you buy me a computer? I got so angry after losing a game that I smashed it. Then you got mad and hit me. Do you remember that?”

Chen Feng laughed heartily, as if recalling a fond memory. “Of course I remember. You’ve always been stubborn, just like a bull. I don’t know who you got it from!”

A heavy cloud settled over Chen Fan’s heart. The truth was, his father hadn’t bought a computer but a handheld game console!

“Dad, you have a good memory. Of course, it’s from you,” he said, then turned to Zhao Li, his mother. “Mom, when I was twenty, you arranged for me to meet Ma Keke, Ma Uncle’s daughter next door. Do you remember? She really gave me a hard time. Haha!”

“Of course I remember! I personally arranged it. You’ve always been stubborn, or else the Chen family would already be full of grandchildren by now.” Zhao Li sighed, looking at Chen Fan with a hint of reproach.

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“He’s not called Ma Keke. Her name is Wang Keke…” Chen Fan’s heart jolted violently, but he didn’t say the words. Instead, he stepped back, scrutinizing their faces.

The more he observed, the colder he felt inside. Their expressions seemed warm but were mechanical and repetitive, locked in just a few fixed looks.

Suddenly clutching his chest, Chen Fan grabbed the foot of the bed, groaning in pain.

The three quickly asked him what was wrong.

Chen Fan looked at his father Chen Feng, his voice anxious but with a faint, unsteady smile—like he was in transition.

Then he looked at his mother Zhao Li, who appeared even more panicked, her face strangely unable to switch between expressions quickly.

He turned to Chen Zhi approaching him, whose face seemed fine but whose eyes still held a lingering excitement and joy.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Chen Fan went mad, his expression twisted and deranged. Unable to distinguish truth from illusion, he shoved Chen Zhi away and dashed toward the hospital corridor.

Boom!

Before he could step out, the entire hospital suddenly lost power. All the relatives and patients moved methodically, blocking every exit.

Though the sunlight outside was scorching, inside the hospital was plunged into a suffocating darkness, thick and heavy like ink, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Chen Fan, equipped with the Divine Script system granting night vision, quickly turned back to the room.

Chen Feng said nothing. He lifted the blanket to reveal his severely rotted body and slowly stood.

Zhao Li rose as well. With a venomous glare, her belly trembled. A monstrous head burst forth from her abdomen, and she emitted a strange cry, rushing toward Chen Fan.

Chen Fan’s eyes burned with twisted killing intent. He drew a spiked club and, with lightning speed, smashed their heads, then bolted toward the hospital exit.

Countless relatives and patients transformed into endless monsters, closing in to tear him apart.

The scene was terrifying. Every corner and floor of the building was in chaos, monsters roaring and lunging toward Chen Fan on the first floor.

Unfazed, Chen Fan wielded the divine artifact he had found in the villa—a diesel chainsaw!

Amid the roaring chainsaw and pitch-black darkness, he revved it up.

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