Chapter 88: Jiangcheng Third People’s Hospital 23

The door was blocked, and they could only find side doors and other safe exits.

NPCs from other floors also continued to gather. There were corridors extending in all directions, and Song Qi was a little confused about where to go.

"Where to go?" Fang Touming asked her breathlessly. He glanced at the woodcutter in Song Qi's hand and swallowed his saliva.

There were mottled blood stains on the woodcutter, and it looked like it had seen blood.

"I don't know." Song Qi looked at the approaching NPCs.

No matter what, they are all humanoid, and it is really difficult to cut them down psychologically.

Fang Touming could see Song Qi's concerns. In fact, it was not just Song Qi but also other players who had weapons in their hands.

Just dodge or not directly kill them, this is killing for them.

The former player who was beating his chest was getting closer and closer to them. Song Qi took a deep breath. What should she do?

In fact, the best way is to fight all the way, and Song Qi knows it in his heart.

"What's there to worry about?" Feng Yin smiled and took out the hammer and hit the man's head with a clang.

Red and white colors bloomed in front of Song Qi.

"vomit--"

People kept vomiting behind him, and Song Qi also felt a little nauseous.

Feng Yin didn't care that the blood was all over him and wiped his face with clean clothes.

"How simple." He smiled like a madman.

Fang Touming looked at him with panic in his eyes. He wouldn't lose his composure and vomit like those people, but he wouldn't be much better.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Fang Tou Ming asked him in a hoarse voice.

Feng Yin shook his recovery certificate and said, "Of course he is a human being."

He looked at the expressions of those people with pleasure.

The recovery certificate can confirm his identity as a player, but Fang Tou Ming is still wary of him.

This Feng Yin is so crazy that he will take action at any time.

Song Qi regained his composure and continued to move forward past the broken head.

The other players who had vomited wiped their mouths and quickly followed.

The slower player looked back and saw 3043.

3043 tilted his head in confusion, as if wondering why they were running, and then slowly stretched out his hand.

"I'm a little mushroom, porphyry!"

As they fled, they couldn't see the spores clinging to them.

The whole hospital was running out of paranoid patients, far more than they had ever seen in the activity center.

If they are weaker, they can just rush through, but if they are the kind who imagine that they are some kind of large beast, it will be a bit difficult to deal with.

Except for the attack just now, Feng Yin kept looking at them with a smile.

His golden finger made it impossible for these NPCs to detect him. Compared with other people who were nervously fleeing, he seemed to be more relaxed and happy.

While everyone was running around, Zhang Ji, who had disappeared, took a special elevator to the underground floor.

There are many samples placed here, all soaked in liquid.

Standing among these samples is an old man with gray hair.

"Dean." Zhang Ji walked over with a respectful expression.

"Waste! They are all waste!" The dean looked angry and looked back at Zhang Ji, "How do you manage such a mess up there?"

Zhang Ji immediately confessed, "It was my improper management that caused the trouble, but I just wanted to check how the batch of finished products was doing."

The dean snorted and said nothing.

"These waste products and semi-finished products are so disgusting!" The dean looked at the pile of patients soaked in the jar and frowned in disgust.

(End of chapter)