The five patients all turned to look at Jiang Chen, their eyes filled with wariness.
"Why are you all looking at me like that? Gathering to compare conditions this late at night?" Jiang Chen tilted his head slightly, raised one eyebrow, and swept an arrogant gaze over the group.
"Stop pretending. You're not a doctor at all, are you?" Of the five, four stood while only a thin young man sat on the bed, his hands resting on his knees, fingers interlaced, calmly meeting Jiang Chen's gaze.
Beneath his composed gaze, a savage beast seemed to lurk.
The other four all stood slightly in front of him, shielding him.
Jiang Chen took a look.
The patient number on his clothes was: 1.
He recalled No. 15's solemn warning before he entered the East Corridor.
No. 1 was the most terrifying patient on the entire first floor.
Before entering the hospital, he had been a highly intelligent criminal, committing over forty crimes in three years and killing countless people. Every time, he had successfully escaped punishment under the law, playing the Public Security Office's personnel like puppets.
Depraved, extreme, highly intelligent, brutal.
These were the words used to describe No. 1 in his medical record.
On his second day in the hospital, after understanding the rules here, he had simply tossed his medical record outside, letting every patient learn everything about him.
And after that.
He had embarked on a murderous crime spree.
Two patients had died that very night.
Afterward, the doctors had taken No. 1 up to the second floor. When he came back down, his patient number had risen to 13, but he had learned nothing from it and soon committed another crime.
Only then.
Did all the patients who had read No. 1's medical record realize to