Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

"Mr. William! How did you get out of bed!"


In the corridor of the Inpatient Department, a nurse with a blood-red cross on her face just happened to see William, who was walking out of the ward alone, and quickly went forward to assist him.


"I'm feeling quite well, and I'm planning to check on Nash's condition. Can you lead the way?"


"Sure! Mr. Nash is currently in a Parasitic state, placed in the clinic's basement, soaking in nutrient solution. I'll take you there."


as the nurse reached out to press the unnumbered button at the very bottom,


and after a slight shudder, the lift began to descend. The nurse wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt today's lift was a bit slow.


Just as she was thinking of finding some topics to chat with William, who was riding the lift with her, a head stretched out from behind her and quietly appeared beside her ear.


Chapter 724: A Small Quiz