This actor is full of tricks.

The atmosphere began to quiet down. Lin Jue and Dong Jian seemed quite relaxed, but Zhao Yin appeared very nervous. Yellow fluid was flowing uncontrollably from his body, like spilled soup.

"Could you please keep your voice down, Dr. Zhao?" Dong Jian asked in a low voice.

Zhao Yin replied irritably, "I want to too, I can't help it."

After walking a few hundred meters more, the passage gradually widened and opened up. The earthen and stone walls disappeared, replaced by brick walls that were plastered and made to look snow-white under the bright lights.

At first glance, the decor is similar to that of an intensive care unit, with heavy iron doors separating the wards, and not a single person can be seen.

"Aren't there any doctors or nurses?" Lin Jue asked from outside. This ninth floor was unusually quiet.

"Unlike the intensive care unit, the doctors and nurses here stay in the ward with the patients so that they can take closer care of them."

Dong Jian explained, "Because only Qin Lang can open that door, they are not worried about anyone else breaking in. And you are that accident, the factor that will affect the future development of this world."

"And this is the perfect combination of timing and location that created the opportunity for Number 1 to instigate the riots."

"Now it is your turn."

Finally, Dong Jian looked at Lin Jue and said, "Take us to break down the doors and start another riot. While Qin Lang is away, we'll overthrow this hospital."

Dong Jian's tone was somewhat excited: "We're about to witness history once again."

“But…” Lin Jue frowned, “Will those patients listen to me?”

“They can’t wait to leave this hospital. Even if they don’t listen to you, as long as you tell them you have the ability to open the door to the ninth floor, they will follow you,” Dong Jian said.

Lin Jue understood perfectly: if prisoners in jail heard that someone had the key to open the gate, they would do anything to fight for that chance of freedom.

The patients on the ninth floor are even more repressed than the prisoners in jail. They would definitely go insane if they knew that Lin Jue could open the door to the ninth floor.

Lin Jue stood there for a few minutes before speaking in a deep voice: "Let's go, I've really had enough of this godforsaken place."

Since no one was around, Lin Jue swaggered into the ward and stopped at the nearest room.

Ward 12.

Lin Jue knew that Patient No. 12 was the guy with symmetry obsessive-compulsive disorder, but that guy was still locked up in a ward on the second floor. He didn't know who was locked up here now.

"At this point in time... the person locked up here should be a pica patient, but that guy died quite young. He was executed on the spot for attacking a doctor in the ward before the riot even started. The person locked up in the next ward has symmetry obsession."

Dong Jian spoke in a low voice, and just as he finished speaking, a violent commotion suddenly came from behind the iron gate, and something was smashed.

Immediately following was the sound of fighting and screams.

"Heh, looks like this is the time." Dong Jian chuckled. "If you go in and save him now, you'll definitely gain a loyal little fanboy." "Dr. Zhao, thank you for your help." Lin Jue took a step back. He used to be able to kick this iron gate down with one kick, but now he could only be a cheerleader.

Zhao Yin sighed. There was no turning back now that the arrow had been released; he had no choice but to go down this path to the bitter end.

boom!
He suddenly raised his fist and slammed it into the iron gate. The strange power of the B-level was extremely terrifying. The iron gate let out a mournful cry and instantly collapsed and twisted.

The loud noise echoed throughout the ward, and the other wards were no longer quiet. There were rustling sounds coming from them. Without any hesitation, Zhao Yin kicked out again.

The iron gate, unable to withstand the weight, was kicked open and sent flying. Inside ward number 12, several doctors were seen attacking a frail patient with hammers and saws. Hearing the commotion, everyone in the ward looked up.

"I've left it to you guys. There should be some guys coming out of the other wards." Dong Jian looked to the side, his eyes filled with excitement. An extremely terrifying aura emanated from his body, as if a sleeping beast had awakened at this moment.

This guy……

He's really strong! He's at least comparable to an A-level weirdo. No wonder he could become a trusted confidant whether he was under Qin Lang's command or following Number 1.

Lin Jue withdrew his gaze and returned it to the ward. He cleared his throat and stepped behind Zhao Yin, facing everyone's gaze: "What kind of skill is it for a few grown men to bully one person? Dr. Zhao, get him!"

"They're not from our floor. Has an outsider broken in?"

"The dean's taboo has failed? How come there are outsiders here?"

The doctors looked puzzled, but their expressions quickly turned cruel: "Why worry about so much? Kill them. Don't let them disrupt the director's plans."

Judging from their auras, the weakest of these doctors is at the second rank, and the strongest is at the third rank. Zhao Yin could easily handle them with a single trick.

A fight was about to break out. Lin Jue hid outside the ward, and before the frail patient could react, Zhao Yin had already started fighting with the doctors.
Although Zhao Yin looked like a frail old man, he was incredibly vigorous. Yellowish fluid was flowing from his body as he slapped the doctor who rushed over across the face.

"what!!!"

The doctor screamed in agony, thick black smoke billowing from his face, hissing as it ripped away at his skin, which was clearly corroded by the yellow liquid.

In less than three seconds, the doctor collapsed limply to the ground, his facial features gone, leaving only rotten flesh riddled with holes from corrosion.

But this did not deter the remaining doctors; instead, it fueled their ferocity. These doctors had become completely mentally unstable, more like patients than the patients themselves.

Zhao Yin charged into the group of doctors, splashing yellow liquid everywhere. This resentful liquid was even more terrifying than aqua regia; each drop was enough to pierce steel.

"What are you still standing there for! Hurry up and find cover!" Lin Jue shouted at the patient who was still in a daze.

Only then did the patient realize what was happening and hide the scalpel in his hand behind the bedside table.

Zhao Yin was like a walking sulfuric acid, turning all the doctors into mangled flesh in less than three minutes. Having made up his mind, he no longer held back as before, but fully unleashed the destructive power of a B-rank expert. (End of Chapter)