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.

I just held Steven’s hand tightly. “Can you hold on? Let’s go home?”

became heavier, and his eyes gradually

walking corpse, numb and

drugs could imprison his soul

mouth, knowing that the drugs had taken effect.

he spoke

as if he was conducting some kind of

as if he was trying hard to endure

hand that had been protecting me..

moment, I couldn’t hold back my tears… I hugged him helplessly, not wanting him to be controlled by the drugs but knowing there was nothing I could do. This

push her away and come back with me,” Peter

pushed me away and

the psychiatric hospital let out a sigh of

just that he

average patient.

triumphantly, provoking me even more with his

for

was warning Michael to keep an eye on me.

hand. “Stephle, Steven should go

treatment.”

most effective treatment for mental patients in

I

clenched my fists tightly.

to his brain.

him. At

arms around me, trapping me

right to