But these people who should have died long ago were still moving now. They were lying on the hospital beds, twisting their bodies and moaning in pain.
The patient closest to Chi Jiao was lying on a bed toward the front. His body was filled with injection needles. He was rolling around in pain, and the needles on his body sank deeper into his body as he moved. "Ah… it's so painful, so scary. Mr. Hospital Director, save me!"
At that moment, a middle-aged man in a black doctor's uniform walked over. He seemed to be the idol of the patients. Everywhere he went, everyone looked at him with admiration. Behind him was a group of nurses with only mouths on their faces. The nurses were holding trays, but instead of normal medical instruments, the trays were filled with pliers, hammers, and other weapons stained with blood.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man was smiling and greeting the patients in this strange scene. But he exuded no warmth at all.
