Chapter 9

In the infinite loop, the S-grade instance dungeon was recognized as the most difficult instance dungeon.

Now, almost all the S-grade and A-grade trainees who were divided by the main system had successfully experienced an S-grade instance dungeon. They were the strong ones who competed in this cruel environment of "survival of the fittest".

Due to the high mortality rate, the S-grade instance dungeon only appeared once a year. Moreover, it could not be opened by a single team. It had to be participated by three fully equipped top teams.

Even so, it was still very difficult to survive in the S-grade instance dungeon. It was common for three teams to be wiped out together.

However, there was no doubt that if one could survive, it was no less than being reborn and being reborn from the ashes. What's more, it was not impossible to directly enter the ranks of the top powerhouses.

Each level of instance dungeon would produce items corresponding to each level. S-grade items were special existences produced in S-grade instance dungeons.

However, not every S-grade instance dungeon had items. Some instance dungeons would also show them in other forms. For example, the most precious item in the Dark Night Abyss instance dungeon was the way to transform from a human to a half-vampire. The Yin Yang Eye in the Waterfall instance dungeon was the awakening of the top Yin Yang Eye. However, at the end of the day, these special existences had the same status as S-grade items.

Not every survivor who survived an S-grade instance dungeon would be able to obtain a fortuitous encounter. Usually, such a chosen one would only appear once every three years, and this was based on the situation where the whole team was not wiped out.

After so many levels, among all the horror trainees, there were only nine people who had S-grade items. Almost half of these nine people had S-grade items. One could imagine how powerful they were.

Not to mention the old man, all the spectators in the mental hospital's live broadcast room had exploded with comments.

The survivors who had the strength to be selected as horror trainees had already been selected. Those who were left were rookies who had not seen the world. Now that they saw this scene, their reaction was even greater than the trainees'.

[Damn, damn, damn, what did I just see? Oh my god.]

[F * ck!!! S-grade item, f * ck!!!!]

[This is the first time I've seen an S-grade item in my life. Oh my god, my grandparents, my fellow countrymen, this instance dungeon is really a treasure!]

[Sob sob sob sob sob. This might be the first time I've been so close to an S-grade item. I must take a screenshot as a memento.]

[I'm in tears. Thank you to the main system for fulfilling my only wish before I died in the dungeon. 000000]

Other than these comments, there were also viewers who keenly noticed something unusual.

[Wait, that's not right. Isn't this just an ordinary solo dungeon? How could there be an S-grade item here?]

[F * ck, the person above really woke me up. If there's an S-class item here, then wouldn't it be … (horrified face.jpg)]

[This dungeon doesn't feel like an S Rank dungeon. Compared to those S Rank dungeons that are surrounded by apocalyptic zombies, the mental hospital is just a side dish. It doesn't feel savage at all.]

[Indeed, I don't feel that this place is scary … I don't know how many of those newbies in the noob farm got wiped out, but there's only one death here. You're telling me that this is S-Rank Hell Mode? Unbelievable.]

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The bullet screen was abuzz with discussion.

Among the thousands of individual shows that were as numerous as the hairs on a cow, this was the most interesting.

Not only did this mental hospital dungeon have a random spy mission that no other solo shows had, but there was even an S-grade item. Moreover, in a dungeon, there were actually two S-grade big shots. This was something that other noob farms that did not even have the highest A-grade item could not compare to. It could be said to be very interesting.

Thinking about it this way, the two big shots meeting in a dungeon seemed to indicate that the difficulty of this solo show dungeon would definitely not be low. S-grade was completely possible.

For a while, the bullet screen was calling out to their friends. As long as it was a trainee in the mental hospital dungeon, a large number of spectators flooded the live broadcast room.

Outside the bullet screen, the trainees in the operating room were all anxious.

They stared at the old metal box on the operating table with fanatical eyes.

That was an S-grade item! S-grade!

If they could get this S-grade item, not only would they have another powerful life-saving means, but their evaluation in the main system would also be greatly improved.

It was important to know that the main system had made it very clear when it announced the rules. High-level trainees could enjoy endless preferential treatment and privileges. They could even know the clues and content of the next game in advance.

Who wouldn't want it?

Someone made a move without saying a word.

One of the trainees in the command level took a step forward. Another was not to be outdone and reached out to grab it. The person standing behind saw that there was no hope and simply pounced on it.

The special items in the dungeon would recognize their owner. Whoever got it first would be bound to that person.

However, in the next second, a wooden staff suddenly stretched out from the side and blocked the metal box accurately.

The blond saint frowned. "Wait."

Everyone stared at the golden light on the high priest's staff and stopped with unclear expressions.

Offending a saint and getting an S-grade item, normal people would choose the latter. However, Messiah had used an item that was also S-grade. For a while, no one could break through her defense and could only stare at each other.

Zhuge An had just entered the operating room when he saw this scene.

He raised his eyebrows with interest and did not seem to have any intention of interfering.

"Everyone, calm down."

After everyone was suppressed, Messiah said helplessly, "Look carefully, this halo is white."

The trainees were shocked and hurriedly took a closer look.

Sure enough, behind the small "S" was a clear white color. However, the warm yellow light projected from the top of the operating table confused the light, so they did not notice it immediately.

Everyone was stunned and one by one, they stopped.

Items were rare and the dungeon would also give corresponding hints. For example, when approaching a certain range of the item, it would be displayed on the retina. If it was gold, it was the item's main body. If it was white, it meant that it was just a clue and not an actual item.

By the way, the higher the level of a special item, the more clues there were and the harder it was to find.

Messiah: "It's fine as long as you calm down. Don't hurt everyone's harmony because of this item."

The blond saint moved the wooden staff a few inches down and used the force to push the metal box away.

"Since it's a clue, according to the rules, we should share it together."

The rusty lid was pushed to the side with a clang, revealing the true appearance of the inside.

Everyone held their breaths.

Unexpectedly, the box was empty. There was nothing inside.

Just as everyone wanted to get closer and study the clue of this S-grade item, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the metal door.

Burly nurses carried a man in a patient's gown into the room and tied him to the wooden operating table with a belt.

The poor person who was tied up had a pale face and a towel stuffed in his mouth. He could only helplessly express his distress signal with his eyes.

"Isn't this the person who was grounded last night?"

The trainees whispered.

Since the nurses did not leave, no one dared to act rashly.

Just as everyone was exchanging glances, another person arrived outside the metal door.

The person was wearing a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked at the scene in the operating room with interest.

This should be the "Doctor Chu" that the head nurse had mentioned.

For some reason, this doctor's appearance was very ordinary, but he gave off an illusion of danger and charm.

It was like walking on a tightrope, contradictory and sharp.

Zong Jiu furrowed his eyebrows.

He could feel that the doctor's gaze seemed to have lingered on him for a long time.

Zhuge An, who had been leaning against the wall indifferently, restrained his previous laziness and became more serious.

"Oh, it seems that all the patients are here."

The doctor's lips curled into an unsettling arc as he casually glanced at everyone in the room. Finally, his gaze fell on the simple operating table in the middle of the room.

Sensing his gaze, the newbie tied to the operating table became more and more frightened and began to struggle frantically.

"Sir, do we need to calm him down?"

The nurse who had been silent until now spoke.

"No need."

Doctor Chu smiled and said, "The tranquilizer will make the person lose their vitality. Only pain can wake the person up, and it's more beneficial for the treatment of mental illness, right? "

The nurses nodded.

He turned around with satisfaction, took out the white gloves on the operating table, put them on slowly, and walked to the display cabinet.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The man bent his finger and knocked on the dirty brown glass cabinet three times.

The shriveled head moved.

The pale eyeball slowly rolled over and started to move like a living person. It gave off a sense of horror in slow motion.

A slight hissing sound rang in the quiet room.

An extremely thin black snake slithered out of the open mouth of the head. It spat out its scarlet forked tongue and obediently crawled onto the large hand with distinct joints. It rubbed against the hand as if it was trying to please it.

The cold reptile coiled around the green blood vessels, bringing with it an indescribable sense of beauty.

It turned out that the strange movement of the eyeball in the head was because there was a venomous snake hidden inside!

This chilling scene made everyone's hair stand on end.

The doctor touched the triangular head of the black snake and placed his hand on the light of the operating table.

"I don't like to be disturbed when I'm performing surgery. If someone disturbs me … you know what to do."

The black snake crawled down from the doctor's hand as if it could understand human language. It hung itself upside down on the light tube and bent its upper body in the air, showing an attacking posture.

"Good boy."

Doctor Chu praised with a smile as he took the wooden box from the nurse.

"Our hospital has a good reputation for psychiatric treatment. We have a long history and rich clinical experience. The next simple and convenient operation will release the demons in your heads and turn you back into normal people …"

[Damn, although this doctor looks like a psychopath, his voice is actually quite nice??]

[Replying to the person above, I'm not the same person …]

[It's too real. I was just wondering how such a nice voice could be paired with such an ordinary face.]

[According to the various high-level dungeon commentary videos I've seen, I suspect this is a boss.]

[Am I the only one who's still thinking about the clues of the S-grade item? That's an S-grade item!]

Perhaps it was because the operating room was too quiet, or the long icicle pulled out from the wooden box was too scary. Halfway through his explanation, Doctor Chu stopped talking.

"Forget it. You're all patients. I'm sure you won't understand what I'm saying."

He shrugged. "But it's okay. You don't need to understand. You just need to remember this scene."

The trainee who was tied to the operating table began to tremble. Seeing this, the nurse at the side simply used the largest size of leather to firmly secure his entire body on the operating table, unable to move at all.

Messiah shook her head at the crowd and pointed at the lights and the nurse on the side.

The large nurses were also firmly guarding the side. On the lights, a drop of venom was enough to kill everyone in the operating room. It stared in the direction of the trainee. Without a doubt, if they chose to interfere, it would launch a fatal attack.

Doctor Chu did not care about the patient's little movements. He looked at the trainee on the operating table as if he was looking at a disobedient child, full of tolerance.

"Soon, the demon in your body will be driven out."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted the patient's eyelids. The slender icicle in his hand pierced the trainee's upper eye socket without hesitation.

The icicle emitted a threatening cold air and had the effect of stopping the bleeding. Although it pierced the eye socket, only a negligible amount of blood seeped out.

"Cough, cough."

The trainee was tied to the operating table and could not move at all. He could only bite the bloody towel in his mouth.

No one had given him any anesthetic, and the sweat that ran from his face and the tears that rushed from his eyes were enough to show what a terrible agony he was in.

The hand holding the icicle was steady. Not only did it not stop, but it steadily and slowly pushed the icicle deeper.

The eye socket, the eye socket, the scalp … Finally, it pierced the eyes to the end of the journey.

The gray and white matter located in the frontal lobe of the brain.

When the icicle was halfway in, Doctor Chu used a ruler to compare the penetration distance. Only then did he nod in satisfaction and stop pushing.

"It's perfect." He admired his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The trainee on the operating table had already fainted from the pain.

His eyelids were propped open by the icicle. Even if the doctor let go, the icicle was still firmly planted on his head. It was like a budding flower on the display table.

The surroundings were silent.

All the trainees were rooted to the spot by this cruel scene.

"Don't look at him like that. My friends, this is a genius invention that won the Nobel Prize in Medicine."

Doctor Chu smiled. "As long as you undergo treatment, your illness will be completely cured. There will be no possibility of a relapse."

He placed his hand on the icicle again and slowly began to spin in the air.

The silent room was filled with a grinding sound that made one's teeth ache.

When they thought of the icicle's length, which was enough to pierce the brain, everyone looked at the doctor in the white coat in horror.

The trainee on the operating table had already fainted, but more and more sweat flowed down his face. His muscles reacted instinctively under the incomparable pain.

Zong Jiu stood at the side. His eyelids twitched unnoticeably.

Icicle lobotomy. The surgery that won the 6494 Nobel Prize in Medicine was also the biggest black mark in the history of the Nobel Prize.

This surgery was very simple. It only required an icicle, an ice-breaking hammer, and a hammer to carry it out. The method was to poke the icicle into the upper eye socket of the patient. Then, by stirring the icicle with one's bare hands, the gray and white matter in the frontal lobe of the brain were crushed.

The mental patients who underwent this surgery did indeed settle down and seemed to show signs of improvement.

The aftereffects of the surgery were frightening. Those who underwent the surgery would become sluggish. They would be like walking corpses, docile and at the mercy of others. It was as if the body was still there, but the soul had disappeared.

This was because the frontal lobe of the brain was directly linked to a human's IQ. After the frontal lobe was crushed, the human would only be left with instinctive reactions, or worse.

However, in the eyes of ordinary people, this was evidence that mental illness had been cured.

Therefore, not only did it win the Nobel Prize, but it was also performed in tens of thousands of cases worldwide in the early to mid-75th century. It was only overturned and abolished in 6425.

The surgery only lasted for ten minutes, but it felt like a century had passed.

When Doctor Chu took out the almost melted icicle and saw the blood and yellowish brain fragments on it, the trainees who were watching could not help but vomit.

"The surgery is complete. This is our hospital's ultimate treatment method. "

The doctor casually tossed the icicle aside. "Of course … this takes a lot of my energy. Unless your condition is very serious and you've violated too many regulations, we generally prefer to choose the electric chair. It's simple and convenient. "

"It's still early, but I can give you a simple examination."

His gaze turned and landed accurately on the young man's straight back.

"Number 67, you go first."

Zong Jiu stopped in his tracks as he stepped out of the operating room.