In the eyes of the Hospital Ward's patients, stepping unprepared into the darkness outside the ward was no different from suicide.
Jiang Chen's action left everyone dumbfounded.
He had clearly already killed Director He and wiped out all the doctors. This should have been the time to enjoy the fruits of victory, yet he had sacrificed himself for his cause, choosing death so swiftly and decisively.
All for the so-called light and justice he spoke of?
"Grandmaster Jiang!" Wu Tong shouted at the top of her lungs, throwing herself toward the window, tears streaming down her face. "Someone has to drive away the darkness, but why did that person have to be you? You're such a fool!"
"Dean! Dean Jiang!!"
No. 02 began crying out as well.
But soon, his expression changed again, becoming deeply troubled. "Teacher, don't do this. Everyone's going to think there's something wrong with us."
"We understand how you feel, but we're men. This really isn't appropriate..."
"Besides, the dean won't necessarily die. He's just a little crazy. He doesn't look stupid."
No. 02's words reminded everyone.
They immediately rushed to the window, first scanning their surroundings warily. Only after confirming there were no human faces did they look down.
It was very dark outside. Even a Blood-Clad Ghost's gaze could not easily penetrate that thick darkness.
But perhaps because Jiang Chen had repeatedly attacked earlier and killed too many human faces, they could just barely make out the view below from here.
What surprised the Critical Patients was this.
Jiang Chen had not been killed immediately. He stood on the ground, swinging his hammer, fighting fiercely against a great swarm of human faces.
Or rather-it was a one-sided slaughter.
Whenever his Sledgehammer struck one of those faces, it let out a wail that sounded almost