When the others came upstairs, they saw Jiang Chen stationed by the window, constantly reaching out to grab eerie black faces and smashing them to pieces against his hammer.
His hands moved rapidly, his face filled with the joy of an old farmer reaping a harvest, and he muttered excitedly to himself.
"Fifteen... sixteen..."
The Critical Patients stared, their eyes transfixed.
Naturally, they knew these faces were extremely dangerous, one of the Seventh Ward's taboos.
There had once been a Critical Patient on their level who accidentally became entangled with several faces while going up to the fifth floor for an examination by the Dean.
That patient went mad that very night, losing all possibility of being cured.
In the end, the Dean personally killed him and threw his corpse out of the Hospital Ward.
Afterward, people kept saying they had seen that patient's face outside the windows, staring viciously at the Hospital Ward every time.
In other words, accidentally coming into contact with these faces could plunge someone into a madness from which they could not escape.
And so, Jiang Chen's actions at that moment...
Made every Critical Patient present stare wide-eyed, their faces covered in cold sweat.
This man was already so insane on his own.
What would happen if the faces corrupted him too?
"Dean! It's dangerous! Close the window, there's something seriously wrong with those faces!" No. 02 shouted urgently, his face flushed red.
"Dean, calm down! Those faces really are terrifying!" No. 03 hurriedly added.
Jiang Chen had been happily grabbing away.
Hearing their shouts and seeing their anxious expressions, he glanced at the system notifications.
The excitement on his face immediately... grew even more intense.
Although these faces could not provide Ghost Qi, they now seemed to have become the perfect tools for obtaining