At that moment, I could feel the terror of the doctors and patients.
Faced with a man over six feet tall, covered in bulging muscles, built like a bull, and an active professional boxer to boot, who wouldn't be afraid?
Of course, I wasn't.
When I saw him knock the medication tray flying, I walked straight toward him.
The new doctors I had brought along—Li Lin, Duan Yuandong, and Chen Liang—were all terrified at the sight.
"Doctor Jiang, what are you doing?"
"Doctor Jiang, come back! He'll beat you to death!"
"Doctor Jiang, don't be impulsive."
"..."
Seeing me approach, they all called out warnings.
The most dangerous thing in a psychiatric hospital was when a patient suddenly had an episode and did something extreme.
But I merely waved a hand.
"It's fine!"
The burly patient standing at the door saw me coming and angrily said, "You dare challenge my championship belt too?"
He gritted his teeth, his bloodshot eyes fixed on me.
Then he threw a punch at me, swift and powerful.
Everyone present watched with their hearts in their throats, their expressions changing dramatically.
They could practically picture me getting knocked flat, teeth scattered across the floor and blood pouring from my mouth.
But then, with a bang, I grabbed his callused fist.
Not only had I caught it, I also held him so firmly that he could not move an inch.
At that moment, everyone in the ward was struck with terror.
"What? Doctor Jiang blocked it?"
"Doctor Jiang has trained before?"
"..."
Before they could finish speaking, the enraged burly patient prepared to throw another punch.
But I wouldn't give him another chance. I gripped his fist with my left hand, formed a sword finger with my right, and jabbed it at the dantian in his