This actor is full of tricks.

Yellowish water splashed everywhere, and the ward was riddled with holes. While Zhao Yin was chatting animatedly with the doctors, sounds could be heard from outside the once quiet ward. It seemed that something had happened on Dong Jian's side as well.

Lin Jue cautiously peeked out and saw that some ward doors had opened, and more than a dozen doctors in blood-stained white coats rushed out. When they saw Dong Jian, they were slightly taken aback: "Director Dong?"

In this scenario, Dong Jian is also in charge of the ninth floor at this point in time. To these doctors, he is still a colleague. Although the person standing here now is Dong Jian from the real world, they are all the same person, so the doctors naturally cannot tell them apart.

Their expressions relaxed a bit, but one of the doctors still sensed something was wrong.

"Director Dong, didn't you leave a long time ago? The dean hasn't returned yet, so how did you get in?"

"Also, what's all that noise coming from room 12? It's so loud, like a fight."

As he spoke, the doctor began to walk toward ward number 12.

"Hey, someone's taking care of something over there." Dong Jian smiled and stretched out his arm to block the doctor's path. "Perfect timing, I also have something to discuss with you."

"What is it?" The doctor was stunned. The next moment, a large hand suddenly pressed down on his crown, and the enormous force slammed his body into the ground. Half of his head exploded like a watermelon.

Meanwhile, Dong Jian, the "murderer," calmly wiped the grime off his hands on the other person's white coat and said, "Settle the score."

The unexpected turn of events left the doctors dumbfounded. They stared blankly at the corpse on the ground and Dong Jian's calm expression, seemingly unable to comprehend why their colleague would attack another colleague.

This problem seems a bit complicated for them.

"What are you all standing there for?" Dong Jian smiled again: "We're here to kill you."

Lin Jue withdrew his attention. There was no need to worry too much about Dong Jian. Judging from the strength Dong Jian had shown, he was definitely one of the top beings in this scenario world. Unless it was an enemy of the level of a secondary personality, he would not pose a threat to him.

The battle in the ward was nearing its end. Dr. Zhao, who was always gentle and kind to her patients, showed no mercy to her colleagues. A few slaps could turn a doctor into a lump of rotten flesh.

A few minutes later, the screams in the ward stopped, leaving only piles of flesh to prove that the doctors had been there.

"Goo!"

Patient No. 12, hiding to the side, was sweating profusely. This white-haired old doctor was practically a killing machine. What was going on in this hospital? Why were doctors starting to kill each other?

Just then, Zhao Yin looked over and saw that the old doctor seemed to be getting into the swing of things: "What should we do with this guy?"

Upon hearing this, Patient Number 12 shuddered violently, trembling like an ostrich curled up in fear. He was genuinely afraid that the old doctor would kill him as well.

"What do you mean 'this guy'? This is a friend, a partner." Lin Jue hurriedly stepped forward to stop Zhao Yin, fearing that Zhao Yin would go berserk.

He approached patient number 12, adjusted his facial expression to make himself look as kind as possible, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, we're here to save you."

Patient Number 12 remained huddled up, seemingly oblivious to Lin Jue's words, still trapped in his fear. Seeing this, Lin Jue immediately knelt down and gently placed his hand on the other man's shoulder: "It's alright, it's alright."

Feeling the warmth emanating from his shoulder, Patient Number 12's trembling subsided slightly. He cautiously raised his head, looking at Lin Jue with fear and uncertainty: "You...you just said...you came to save me?"

He spoke with extreme caution, perhaps because he had spent too long on the ninth floor; this patient was filled with distrust of outsiders.

“Of course, if I had other motives or were in cahoots with this hospital, there would be no need to kill so many doctors just to put on a show for you.” Lin Jue smiled, but his words sent a chill down Number 12’s spine: “You have no value, you’re not worth me doing this for. Killing you would be an easy thing to do.”

He spoke very bluntly, but it was very effective. Patient No. 12 nodded hurriedly: "I believe you. You're here to save me. What do you need me to do?"

Although this guy has a mental disorder, his intelligence is still quite normal. He knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch and understands that Lin Jue would not save him for no reason; there must be some conditions involved.

"Pretty clever." Lin Jue's smile was endearing. "There's only one request: make a scene."

"Make a scene?" Patient No. 12 didn't quite understand what this meant.

"Let out all the grievances you suffered in this hospital, turn this hospital upside down, and make it collapse completely."

Lin Jue slowly stood up. The glaring light from the ceiling shone on his body, casting a large shadow over him.

Number 12 looked up, staring blankly at Lin Jue, then his eyes gradually brightened, revealing a sinister glint: "I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

"Very good." Lin Jue stretched out his hand: "There are many other patients outside who share your plight. Call them over."

"Let's get justice for you together."

justice……

This unfamiliar and distant word struck Number 12 hard at that moment, igniting his pent-up resentment. He grabbed Lin Jue's hand, stood up, and pulled out a scalpel hidden in his sleeve: "Fine! Let's turn the world upside down!"

Zhao Yin looked at the burning No. 12 with a strange expression, and sighed in his heart that Lin Jue was simply a charlatan who could always get others to work for him with just a few words.

The battle in the corridor outside intensified, not because Zhao Yin was not strong enough, but because the commotion attracted more and more doctors from the wards to come out. Except for the innermost ward, number 123, whose door was tightly closed, doctors from the other wards rushed out.

Even when surrounded, Dong Jian remained unfazed. He didn't seem to be killing people; rather, he was performing a bloody art of violence. Each punch could turn a doctor into a bloody firework.

"Don't just stand there, go and get rid of the other guys in the ward, and take all the patients away."

Seeing Lin Jue come out, Dong Jian gestured that he didn't need help. Lin Jue didn't hesitate and led Zhao Yin into ward number 11. (End of this chapter)