Revenge After Death

Chapter 311

“Dr. Jones…” The doctor next to him hesitated as this was clearly inhumane..

No conscientious doctor would want to torture a mental patient like this.

Steven was a mental patient, but he was also a human being.

They looked away but didn’t dare to speak up.

In Huma Psychiatric Hospital, apart from the dean, Peter had the most power and Influence. Not to mention, Peter was the dean’s son–in–law. No one dared to defy or question him.

Peter glanced coldly at the doctor. “This kind of experimental data is hard to come by.”

I held Steven’s hand tightly and glared angrily at Peter. “You’re the real monster.”

Peter just looked at me with an inscrutable expression.

On the side, Michael seemed to understand that something was wrong with Steven. “Dr. Jones, you just

need to take Steven back as soon as possible. There’s no need to…”

“Mike,” Yasmin interjected with teary eyes as she saw Michael wanting to intervene. “Mike, when Steven

goes crazy, it’s too scary. Let’s not interfere. The doctor must have his reasons.”

Michael frowned and subconsciously glanced at me.

He seemed to want me to beg him. It looked like he would continue to speak for me as long as I begged

him.

didn’t. I just held Steven’s hand tightly. “Can you hold on?

breathing became heavier, and his eyes gradually

like a walking corpse, numb

drugs could imprison his soul and paralyze

knowing that the drugs had taken

he spoke again.

of excitement, as if he was conducting some kind of

His brows slightly furrowed, as if he was trying hard to

hand that had

that moment, I couldn’t hold back my tears… I hugged him helplessly, not wanting him to be

and come back with me,” Peter said again.

pushed me away and walked forward.

the psychiatric hospital let out a sigh of

there was nothing special after all, just that he was a bit more resistant to

average patient.

of his mouth triumphantly, provoking me even

for her.”

keep an eye

“Stephle, Steven should

treatment.”

what Europeans considered the most effective treatment for mental patients in the mid- 20th century?” Peter turned back, intentionally provoking

I

my fists tightly.

Peter pointed to his

and rushed at him. At that moment, I really wanted to

his arms around me, trapping me in his embrace. “Stephie!

knew Peter was provoking me. He didn’t have the right to perform such