Blood-red mist rose like rain, accompanied by feeble wails and sobs.
This time, even the wails and howls had become grief-stricken and indignant. As the thinning bloody haze flowed away, they no longer had the strength to struggle or glare angrily.
Only choked sobs sounded, mixed with faint pleas.
It was hard to understand.
Everyone had come here for the banquet. How had they not even seen the dishes before they were about to become the dishes themselves?
Stop drawing, stop drawing!
The family's lives are fucking lives too!
Tears welled up in each scarlet eye as they nearly choked out, "Does your hospital only care about patients and not whether anyone else lives or dies?!"
Unfortunately, reality was often regrettable.
"Excuse me, but yes."
"No—"
When Ji Jue spoke again, Director Qian did not even wait for him to finish. He simply waved his hand. "Transfuse!"
At that moment, amid the exaggerated grin of concentrated malice on his blood-covered stitched face, there was actually a trace of gratification and praise.
As he watched that back view fighting at the operating table to save the mother and child, it was as though he saw a radiant future slowly rising!
With doctors like this, why worry that the Undying Disease could not be eradicated?
Why worry that patients could not be cured?!
This was exactly the fighting spirit they should have!
He could not help letting out a sinister cackle. If not for his status and the occasion, he would already have been waving his arms and shouting encouragement!
"It's done, Director!"
When Ji Jue's shout sounded, Director Qian waved again without hesitation. "Transfuse!"
But by the time he had nearly squeezed the family members' blood and souls completely dry, he finally realized that something seemed off...
"Done?"
He frowned. "Are