[HEQrC]

79 part 2

Chapter 79.2

Ordinary person? The role for this game was just too ordinary. Xing Ye couldn't glean anything from it.
And there was even a hell-level difficulty mode. Xing Ye felt like this world was going to be even trickier than the rest. What was the factor in raising the difficulty?

The mirror said worriedly, "Why don't we just do normal mode? It's scary, thinking how it'll only be you with the difficulty up."

"I think the difficulty lies in restricting my starting abilities," Xing Ye said,

"But it doesn't matter. I still have you, and you can use my points. Your starting abilities are very strong, so I'm not afraid."

The mirror relaxed a little. Right, he was no longer the same as when he was in the campus world, who could only hide in Xing Ye's pocket. He made big contributions to the team in Puppet City!

After comforting the mirror, Xing Ye chose hard mode. A familiar feeling overtook him as the world spun and broke down, sending him into the world.

Xing Ye opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed. He sat up, his long hair draping over his shoulders.

Who am I? What is my name? Xing Ye frowned as he touched his brown hair, secretly wondering, am I a woman? Am I supposed to be a woman? Why do I feel like I'm a man?

He touched his chest. It was full and formed a delicate curve. However, when he gave it a tug, the fake chest came falling off. Was he crossdressing?

Xing Ye tried tugging at his hair and found it was real. After all, men could also grow out their hair.
Xing Ye thought, I'm a man, but I like to crossdress so I leave my hair on, wear a fake chest, and my clothes...
He didn't panic and instead surveyed his surroundings calmly. He found that what he was wearing wasn't a dress, but a striped blue and white hospital gown. The strong smell of disinfectant also lingered in the air.

Why was he in the hospital, was he ill? Was his medical card in the room?
Xing Ye rubbed his limbs and didn't find any injuries. Nothing seemed to hurt either, so it didn't seem to be anything physical. There wasn't any medicine in the room, but there was a patient information card attached to his bedpost.

Xing Ye took the card, relaxing a little when he found he could still recognize the words on the paper.

Patient Name: Xing Ye
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Days Hospitalized: 2
Illnesses: Amnesia, irregular fits of madness, transvestism

There was also a small row of text on the back of the card, probably used to remind the nurses and caretakers.

Amnesia: Every morning, the patient forgets everything that happened the day before. His memory only lasts for a day- by the next, it'll all be gone.

Madness: The patient has irregular fits of madness. He won't attack, but will try to harm himself with a knife and is intent on trying to chop off his male parts. Staff must take care to not let him hurt himself.

Transvestism: The patient is clear about his own gender, but likes to crossdress and frequently takes strolls around the hospital, pretending to be another patient's family member. Staff must pay attention.

Xing Ye: "..."

He was very doubtful about the information on the card. He refused to believe he had those sorts of problems.

I think I should be a logical, cool-headed, and strong-willed person who doesn't care too much about what other people think, so why would I develop these kinds of illnesses? Madness and amnesia can be explained as chemical imbalances in the brain, but do I really have a hobby like crossdressing?