The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Clint walked down to the basement. The sound of his light footsteps echoed in the hallway.

He softly sang a nursery rhyme from his childhood. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray..."

In his head, he was already thinking about how to celebrate tonight with the 10 thousand dollars. Should he go to Maya at the spa, or meet up with Amber at the massage parlor?

Clint had worked for Dallas for many years, and Dallas had always been generous. All Clint had to do was follow orders and crack down hard on the troublemaking patients and their families. Then, Dallas would always reward him handsomely.

Humming a tune, he made his way to the basement level and saw that the door to one of the rooms was ajar.

He headed straight over. Upon arriving at the door, he saw the psychiatric patient named Cassidy leaning against the doorway, peeking into the room. Without hesitation, he slapped her.

Cassidy fell to the floor. When she looked up and saw that it was Clint, she shrank in fear and pleaded, "Please don't hit me. I'm begging you! I won't do it again."

However, Clint coldly snorted. "Scram!"

Upon finishing his words, he dusted off his hands even though it wasn't dirty. Watching Cassidy scramble away in fear, his anger quickly faded away as if a switch had been flipped.

with a grin, "The security team is packed with skilled fighters now, Mr. Wood. The hospital will be much safer in

smile on his face froze. A look of horror appeared

with blood gushing out from his hand. Several wounds on his body were still bleeding, and his clothes were drenched

As the security captain, he only realized it after Dallas had been messed

spotted Clint, a glimmer of hope flashed in his hopeless eyes. "Hurry up and save me,

only saw two strangers. One was scruffy and didn't seem threatening at all, while

had two opponents when he had more than ten security

gather at Basement Room 005 immediately! Bring your weapon too! Move it. We've got an

anymore. As long as his team showed up, having more people would give him the

sound of hurried footsteps filled the air. Security guards were on the move in the Clearwater Psychiatric Hospital.

of

of the ward

over ten people running caught the attention of a few patients in

and some even started running along with