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“131…” Lawton read the room’s door number.
As an Awakened who had explored the Mind Corridor’s depths, he had sufficient confidence in his strength. However, this didn’t mean that he would enter a new room without any scruples or worries.
This might belong to some New World powerhouse or a Kalendaria’s dream!
Even an Awakened at Lawton’s level could cause him to suffer if their price was a little stranger and their psychological trauma was broader in scope.
Lawton touched his increasingly deep wrinkles, composed himself, stretched out his right palm, twisted the brass handle, and opened Room 131.
He didn’t plan on going deep this time. He was prepared to observe from the edge of the dream or psychological trauma to understand the situation, prepared to leave at any moment.
As the vermilion door opened, Lawton took two steps forward.
The scene in front of him changed.
A corridor stretched to the end of his line of sight. The ceiling and sides were painted pure white, and the pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air.
Hospital? Lawton guessed based on his experience and knowledge. This increased his vigilance another notch.
A hospital in reality was already a place he didn’t like going. A hospital in the traumas of the Mind Corridor was even more terrifying.
Lawton tried to take another step forward.
At this moment, the rooms on both sides opened in unison. A person draped in a white bedsheet stood at each door.
Their entire bodies were enveloped by white bedsheets, and even their faces were hidden in the shadows brought about by the cloaks. The blackness exuded the feeling of a nightmare.
These people rushed out of the room, right for Lawton.
Lawton calmly snorted.
Just as he made the grunt, the strange people draped in white bedsheets fell to the ground as if they had instantly lost their lives.
Lawton didn’t advance rashly. He stopped in his tracks and observed these people to see if there would be any subsequent changes.
Suddenly, he lost all his strength.
His heartbeat gradually accelerated, and his forehead quickly heated up. He found it hard to breathe, and his nostrils were blocked as they burned.
I’m sick? The essence of this psychological trauma is the fear of being sick? The experienced Lawton came to a realization.
This was a relatively common psychological trauma that Lawton had experienced in several rooms.
If that were the case, he felt that this psychological trauma wasn’t a big problem. He would return to make preparations and try three to four more times before coming up with a suitable and effective plan.
At this moment, voices sounded in Lawton’s ears—who had become a little weak because of his illness.
“You’re sick.”
“You’re infected
“You have to be treated in quarantine.”
“Here’s an injection.”
“We’ve already prepared a stretcher and disinfectant.”
Lawton looked over and saw doctors and nurses in white coats rush over from the end of the corridor.
Some of them carried stretchers, some held syringes, and some carried bandages. All of them had the same face.
Yes, although these doctors and nurses wore masks, preventing Lawton from seeing what they looked like, he instinctively realized that they were essentially the same.
He then realized that the stretchers, the syringes, and the bandages had eyebrows that resembled those of the doctors and nurses.
They were bright and spirited.
“Don’t run!”
“You need immediate medical attention.”
“An injection will do.”
The discordant sounds echoed in Lawton’s mind, making his already sick forehead throb. He felt dizzy and seemed to be on the brink of fainting.
He was just about to attempt to deal with these monsters when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm.
Lawton hurriedly turned his head and realized that his right arm had been given an injection.
The one administering the injection was the wall—the corridor’s wall! The wall also had eyebrows similar to that of doctors and nurses!
“Alright, you’ve been anesthetized,” said the wall.
Lawton immediately felt drowsiness surge through him in an unbearable manner.
He knew that something was amiss. He quickly took two steps back before collapsing.
With a thud, Lawton fell out of Room 131. He instantly became clear-headed and was no longer affected by the anesthesia, nor did he feel sick.
Lawton silently crawled up and stared at Room 131 in front of him. After a long time, he muttered to himself, “It’s very dangerous…”
1
In Swamp Ruin 1, Shang Jianyao woke up when it was almost noon.
“After we finish our meal, we’ll leave this place and go to the hydropower station, We’ll then search for Linhe Village along the river.” Jiang Baimian informed them of the subsequent plans.