Death Curse Remnants.
The words from No. 01 instantly drew everyone's attention.
In the Hospital Ward, the death curse was one of the most terrifying things. Mastering it meant shedding one's status as an ordinary patient and becoming, at the very least, a doctor on duty.
And if one could master a large number of death curses.
One would become an attending physician and enter the Hospital Ward's highest ranks.
Of course, these were only the thoughts of ordinary patients. In their eyes, death curses were something precious.
But as for the Critical Patients.
They were deeply averse to death curses, because these would make them lose themselves and become the Hospital Ward's slaves, through and through.
"The... Cast-off Husks of death curses? What are those?" No. 02 asked.
No. 01 wore an ambiguous smile. "Do you know where death curses come from?"
The others all looked puzzled.
Doctor Wang, standing nearby, stiffened and took a few almost imperceptible steps back.
"Why don't we have this doctor explain it to everyone?" No. 01 fixed his gaze on him.
When he saw Jiang Chen's interested gaze settle on him too, Doctor Wang sighed, realizing there was no avoiding it.
"Patients. Patients whose treatment failed."
"Patients are the raw material for death curses."
At those words.
Every gaze present locked onto Doctor Wang. Each patient wore an exceptionally savage expression, as though looking at the murderer of their father.
In fact, this hatred ran even deeper than hatred for a father's murderer.
In the past, when they suffered torment, they often dared to feel angry but not speak out.
Sometimes they even consoled themselves inwardly: perhaps the doctors really were curing them, and their methods were merely a little extreme.
But only now did they understand.
In these doctors' eyes, they were