In the corridor, figures in white coats hurried in the same direction.
"Damn it! Why did it have to be now?"
"Where's Director He?"
"Those ghostly things outside have gone mad again. He went up to the fifth floor as soon as night fell."
Several attending physicians spoke in low voices.
Under the dim lights, it was clear they were different from ordinary doctors. They were hideously ugly, having almost completely lost any semblance of being "human."
One had a hugely swollen belly that had burst through their clothes, with black veins spreading across it.
One had their facial features gouged out.
One wore an exaggerated, fake smile, their expression seemingly frozen forever.
It seemed their illnesses had spread outward, reaching a point beyond all hope of treatment, turning what had once been "people" into utter monsters!
These were the results of the Seventh Ward's cures.
"What are you afraid of? They're just a bunch of patients. What can they possibly do?" one doctor barked.
"These aren't ordinary patients, especially No. 01. He's a monster!"
"Leave No. 01 to me."
A voice rang out.
The doctors looked over, as though they had been given a dose of reassurance.
"It's Doctor Sun!"
"He's finished his operation. Wonderful!"
A gaunt middle-aged doctor with sharp eyes emerged from a treatment room, holding a scalpel, his hands covered in blood. A purple lamp shone inside the room, where a woman's blood-soaked corpse lay on the operating table.
"Heh, as long as Doctor Sun is here, No. 01 poses no threat. The other patients aren't much trouble!"
"Right!"
"These patients have some nerve. We have to teach them a proper lesson this time."
"How about giving them five people's worth of medication?"
"Ten!"
"Then another round of special treatment, so they understand what they can