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

became heavier, and his eyes gradually lost

a walking corpse, numb

chemical drugs could imprison his soul and paralyze his body….

his mouth, knowing that the drugs had taken effect.

come here,” he

of excitement, as if he was conducting some kind of

body stiffened for a moment. His brows slightly furrowed, as if he was trying

hand that had been protecting

I hugged him helplessly, not wanting him to be controlled by the drugs but knowing there was nothing I could do. This wasn’t

come back with me,” Peter said again.

away and walked forward.

let out a sigh of rellef.

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

average patient.

his mouth triumphantly, provoking me even more with

for

keep an

take my hand. “Stephle, Steven should go back and continue

treatment.”

for mental patients in the mid-

I

my fists

Peter pointed to

at him. At that moment, I

me in his

provoking me. He didn’t have the right to perform such surgery on