Jiang Chen drove his scalpel into the burly man's ear, then pulled it out in a spray of blood.
As the man clutched his head, screaming shrilly and revealing his horrific death appearance, Jiang Chen raised the Medical Hammer and smashed a hole in his skull.
Then he stabbed him in the heart more than a dozen times.
The entire sequence flowed seamlessly, as though he had practiced it in hundreds or thousands of actual fights. The more one thought about it, the more chilling it became.
Even No. 1, a serial criminal himself, was stunned by the sight.
"He's so practiced. Does he do this often? Ghost Qi +999!"
Jiang Chen tossed the burly man's corpse aside, took two steps forward, and looked down at No. 1, his lips stretching into a strange grin.
"No. 1, you're pretty good at deduction, huh?"
"What good does deduction do? Out here, fists do the talking. Don't you get it?"
"You little punk!"
As he spoke, he slowly raised his scalpel.
Unexpectedly, the No. 1 Patient, a vicious criminal responsible for countless atrocities, showed no intention of resisting.
He simply stared at the old mechanical watch on his wrist.
He murmured to himself.
"6... 5..."
"4..."
His voice gradually grew louder, paying no heed to the man standing before him with blood-covered hands.
"...2... 1."
As the final number fell, a clang sounded outside.
The elevator had stopped on this floor.
"Once this ward starts admitting patients, at least three will arrive before midnight that night."
"You're the second."
"So..." A trace of morbid excitement colored No. 1's voice. It had been a long time since he had experienced the feeling of walking a knife's edge and emerging victorious.
At last, he lifted his head, which had remained lowered all this time,