After giving this fellow professional's condition thorough consideration, Jiang Chen used the knowledge he had learned in the Hospital Ward to devise a psychological treatment plan tailored to him.
After all, he had once been a surgeon himself. After enduring countless dangers and treading over corpses strewn across the ground, he had finally succeeded in entering the field of psychiatry.
Thus, he was confident that his treatment would be precisely what the patient needed.
One could say that meeting him was an incredible stroke of luck for this fellow professional.
He first investigated the building and discovered that the upper six floors were a hospital, while the lower six were various residential buildings pieced together. They seemed to be the homes of the victims who had once died at this surgeon's hands.
Then inspiration struck.
Next, Jiang Chen summoned the ghosts from the Yin God Hammer and had them disguise themselves as the victims, specifically as they had looked after suffering severe external injuries, on the verge of death but not yet dead.
Then he ran upstairs and found the surgeon in an operating room.
He was a middle-aged man nearing fifty. Perhaps because he had spent years under excessive psychological stress, his hair was unusually white.
When Jiang Chen pushed open the door, the surgeon was wiping down and disinfecting surgical instruments, then placing them in a portable medical kit, apparently preparing to perform surgery elsewhere.
But Jiang Chen was quite knowledgeable in this area too. At a glance, he could tell that the instruments the man was packing were strange. They were not intended for routine surgery; most were better suited to dissection and autopsies.
"You..." The doctor looked surprised when he saw Jiang Chen. "How did you get up here?"
"Didn't you encounter anything strange on your