After Han Fei received Fu Sheng's final despair, he seemed to have formed some sort of special connection with the entire hospital.
In his eyes, the hospital, which saved the dying and healed the wounded in pursuit of perfect cure, had become a colossal spider's nest.
Countless ropes of despair coiled around his body, the threads of fate sticking to his soul. No matter how far he ran, he couldn't break free from the pain bestowed upon him by the Plastic Surgery Hospital.
"Fate has already been sealed, and no one can escape the shackles of the Life Rope."
Fu Yi continued to devour Fu Sheng's despair, spreading and splitting wildly inside Han Fei's body.
Previously confined to the brain, Fu Yi was now present in every one of Han Fei's internal organs, and even in every drop of his blood, Fu Yi's nauseating voice could be heard.
The changes inside his body had affected his outward appearance, and with the naked eye, ordinary people could see Han Fei's skin beginning to swell.
