After her earpiece lost its translation function, Ling Feiran and the volunteers with her could no longer understand what the Mogu Country refugees were saying. But when they saw the blood covering the man's hands, they immediately thought of the Head Nurse's death.
"The murderer..." One volunteer failed to suppress his anger and shouted, "You're the murderer who killed the Head Nurse!"
The room suddenly fell silent.
Aside from the broad-shouldered patient who was still screaming in terror, the other five patients stopped singing. Ten eyes stared fixedly at the volunteers in the ward.
The volunteers immediately realized something was wrong. They held their breath and adjusted their emotions.
But the patients seemed to have been provoked. Although every face remained expressionless, their gazes openly revealed murderous intent.
Ling Feiran's back stiffened. Her mind seemed frozen, unable to think. She watched helplessly as the patients drew closer step by step, not knowing what to do!
Run?
Running away seemed easy enough, but she was afraid it would provoke the patients even further. She was even more afraid that it would shatter the courage the volunteers had struggled so hard to gather!
The Cards held by the volunteers sent here were almost entirely non-combat-oriented. The only reason they could stand here was because they were forcing themselves to hold on.
They couldn't run.
Ling Feiran glanced toward the ward door from the corner of her eye—
Not only could they not run, they had to keep the conflict contained within this ward. They couldn't let the patients next door notice and trigger a chain reaction.
She could try purifying several people at once. If it failed, she could release the virus stored in Scorpion Tail.
But she had never done that before. Could she succeed? What if she failed to control