Chapter 53: Smiling Hospital, Time for a Free Visit!

Zhang Yangqing's playstyle remained the one that generated the most bullet comments.

It made those watching the big screen feel as if they weren't watching a terrifying world of urban legends at all.

*Big brother, are you really this casual?*

While the big screens of other Chosen Ones were filled with various analyses, the Dragon Kingdom's screen was just filled with "Hahaha."

Hahaha, I have to say, Master Zhang's answers are always logical yet unexpected.

666, Master Zhang is truly the epitome of a straight man—he says exactly what's on his mind. Love it!

I fully support Master Zhang. That nurse is wearing a mask; you can't even see her smile. What level is Master Zhang that he needs to flatter her?

But isn't it risky to offend people right at the start? Isn't he afraid of retaliation from that nurse?

As expected, having strength means you can do whatever you want. If you don't like it, fight.

Just as the Dragon Kingdom's audience was enjoying the spectacle, a special bullet comment from the expert group appeared.

Hu Liuxi: You can't interpret it that way. Rule 2 states that only those wearing blue masks are nurses. If she asks if there is anything abnormal about your body, please answer truthfully. Clearly, this bloated nurse is wearing a blue mask, so she is a real nurse.

The reason she asked might be an abstract way of inquiring whether the Chosen One's eyes are problematic. Because she is wearing a mask, it is impossible to see whether she is smiling. Other Chosen Ones instinctively began to offer praise, but Master Zhang was simply answering truthfully; perhaps it wasn't just him looking for trouble.

Hu Liuxi's explanation was very clear. When the Chosen Ones first arrived at the front desk, they encountered a bloated female nurse with a strange facial structure.

This nurse's face was so large that even the blue mask could not hide her full features, leaving only the upward curve of her mouth visible.

Everyone instinctively felt she was ugly and assumed she was definitely smiling.

After all, smiles were everywhere in this place, making it easy for the Chosen Ones to form preconceived notions.

*If you ask me that, I'll just praise you first. You can't go wrong with praise, right?*

That was the mindset of most Chosen Ones.

Hearing the expert group's explanation, the smiles on the faces of all the Dragon Kingdom viewers came to an abrupt halt.

*Holy crap, it can be interpreted like that?*

However, it did seem to make a certain amount of sense.

Since the rules were written that way, those familiar with the mechanics knew that rules only provide a general outline; how to interpret them specifically depends on the Chosen One's real-time performance.

Perhaps the reaction time is only a few seconds, leaving no room for deep thought.

Many Chosen Ones, placed in such a strange and eerie hospital, would instinctively try to please the bloated nurse out of fear, hoping to gain a bit of favor through kind words.

Whether Master Zhang's reasoning was correct or not, he certainly did not violate the rules.

This was Hu Liuxi's understanding.

But Zhang Yangqing's understanding was even deeper.

*You ask me if your smile is beautiful. I didn't say your smile is ugly, nor did I say your smile is beautiful.*

"Beautiful" and "ugly" are relative and subjective. Perhaps saying you are beautiful is wrong, and perhaps saying you are ugly is also wrong.

Because I cannot see it at all.

But if I say, "You look very funny," then I am not wrong, because subjectively, I find you funny.

This was Zhang Yangqing's terrifying level of comprehension.

No one expected there to be such a pitfall right at the start of the dungeon, and one that was extremely difficult to detect.

Hu Liuxi was also telling everyone: when watching Master Zhang's clear footage, don't just look for the "hahaha" moments; the footage is packed with details.

Master Zhang cannot be the one to clear every dungeon. By the time everyone else goes to clear them, they cannot afford to be as casual as he is.

After all, if Master Zhang guesses wrong, he'll be fine, but if you guess wrong, you're finished.

The accumulation of experience is vital.

Inside the urban legend world, after Zhang Yangqing gave his answer, the bloated nurse showed no significant expression and simply wrote something in the registry.

Most of the Chosen Ones had arrived at the Smiling Hospital station around 2:00 AM, and it had taken about forty minutes to walk there.

By the time the registration ended, it was nearly 3:00 AM.

There were still two hours left before the cafeteria opened.

Once registration was complete, it would be time for free exploration.

Finding a safe place to wait for the cafeteria to open was the consensus among most Chosen Ones.

Zhang Yangqing was also contemplating his next move.

This dungeon was not the Wax Museum; in the Wax Museum, one only needed to ensure survival.

That was why he had been quite casual then, able to wander anywhere because he could handle whatever happened.

Now, he was leading 37 travelers. The number of travelers would definitely affect the final settlement score.

How could he ensure they all survived, or rather, what use were they?

This was what Zhang Yangqing was currently considering.

Finding a safe place first might be a good idea.

Then, he would look for other breakthroughs.

Because based on the current information, aside from safe houses, there were no other known ways to ensure the travelers' safety through this stage.

The most important task at this stage was to locate the cafeteria.

In such a vast area, he couldn't afford to wait until the last minute to find it.

Then, he would calculate which areas needed to be passed to get from the safe house to the cafeteria and whether they would encounter danger.

However, it was unlikely he could find it directly. Based on Zhang Yangqing's understanding of the urban legend world, such a place would likely require triggering certain conditions to be discovered.

The condition for the Wax Museum was finding a map.

Since there were no prompts yet, he would need to search for clues.

Chosen Ones like Mitarai Saburo and Jones were suppressing their nausea while attempting to strike up a conversation with the bloated nurse at the front desk.

"Beautiful nurse, could you tell us where your cafeteria is located?"

Jones struck a pose he thought was dashing and suave, clearly intending to use a "honey trap."

He didn't dare take off his mask; otherwise, he might even have a flower in his mouth.

"Our hospital staff don't eat in the cafeteria. If you want to ask me out, you can wait until my shift ends at eight."

As she spoke, the bloated nurse gave Jones a flirtatious wink.

This sent a wave of revulsion through Jones's stomach; if he hadn't eaten anything, he might have vomited right on the floor.

*Eight o'clock? I'll be dead by eight!*

However, he did obtain some information. Asking staff where the cafeteria was was useless; generally, only patients went to the cafeteria to eat.

He could try to get information from the patients while exploring the hospital.

"Beautiful nurse, could I have a few more masks?"

Jones was beginning to master the rules.

Rule 1 of the Sightseeing Code stated that if you notice the color of your mask changing, please go to the nurse's station immediately to replace it.

Additionally, after smelling the gas outside and feeling physical discomfort, the sensation had lessened significantly after putting on the mask.

This proved that the masks acted as a barrier against toxic gases, but they could not block them indefinitely.

If he could obtain more masks here, he could replace them in time to avoid infection.

"Masks are only available at the nurse's station, and you can only change them after they change color," the bloated nurse told Jones.

Since the conversation seemed to yield no more useful information, Jones planned to first find the specific location of the nurse's station.

Perhaps that place was the key to survival.

Only by mapping out most of the hospital could he have a contingency plan if something went wrong.

This was a point Jones had summarized from watching other Chosen Ones' clear footage.

To those on the outside, the survivors coming out of the urban legend world seemed incredibly powerful.

Jones admired how clearers could make the best judgments at the most critical moments.

Sometimes he thought: *How are these people so amazing? How did they guess that right? How did they dodge that? How are they still alive?*

But now that he was inside, he was slowly beginning to understand.

To pass through the urban legend world, gathering intelligence was crucial.

Regardless of whether the information turned out to be useful, knowing more provided an extra margin of judgment when facing life-and-death decisions.

Otherwise, one would be like a headless fly, gambling with their life at the critical moment.

While he was contemplating this, Mitarai Saburo was already observing his surroundings.

He noticed a detail: in this hospital, it seemed only outsiders and nurses needed to wear masks; doctors and patients did not.

Mitarai Saburo pondered for a moment, his pupils dilating. "Could it be like this?"