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.

held Steven’s hand tightly. “Can you hold on? Let’s

became heavier, and his

walking corpse, numb

imprison his

the corners of his mouth, knowing that

he spoke

held a hint of excitement, as if he was conducting some kind of bizarre experiment.

a moment. His brows slightly furrowed, as if he was trying hard to endure and resist

the hand that

tears… I hugged him helplessly, not wanting him to be controlled by the drugs but knowing there was nothing I could

and come back

pushed me away and walked forward.

the psychiatric hospital let out a sigh of

just that he was a bit more resistant to drugs than the

average patient.

raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly, provoking me even more

out for

Michael to keep an eye on

hand. “Stephle, Steven should

treatment.”

what Europeans considered the most effective treatment for mental patients

I

clenched my fists

pointed to his brain.

lost control and rushed at him. At that moment, I really

me, trapping me in his embrace. “Stephie! Calm

me. He didn’t have the right to perform such surgery on Steven, but I was