Jiang Chen closed in on the young doctor in a few strides.
The doctor froze, then suddenly laughed. "Attacking a doctor of your own accord? In that case, there's no need to verify your identity!"
As he spoke, a heavy, bloody stench spread. Masses of blood-red threads poured from his body, turning into crimson tentacles that writhed around him.
Every tentacle bore a vicious curse inscribed in black.
"Drown to death." "Die with your head shattered." "Suffocate to death." "Fall down the stairs and die." "Die of a sudden heart attack." "..."
Die! Die! Die!
Each instance of the word "die" was horrifying. A single glance was enough to make someone uneasy and deeply distressed.
This was a terrifying death curse!
It was insidious in the extreme.
At the sight, cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of No. 15, No. 6, and No. 5. They hastily shut their eyes and turned away.
Jiang Chen's breathing also grew a little heavier.
As he fought his way here, he had discovered that the patients in Hospital Ward were exceptionally powerful compared with ghosts of the same level.
In fact, No. 18 had given him that same feeling back then.
Despite being only a half-step vengeful ghost, he had been so troublesome that Jiang Chen couldn't even torture him and could only kill him outright.
As for the doctors here...
Their abilities were clearly even more terrifying.
Despite being only a half-body blood garment, this one made even Jiang Chen, as he was now, feel a trace of danger.
"You've got something there..."
Jiang Chen murmured, showing him full respect as he began chanting under his breath.
"Glorious heavenly might, shine upon my body, draw the tribulation down..."
As the complex syllables left his mouth, his aura rose bit by bit with