Chapter 337 That’s Xiao He. Who dares to call himself the director in front of Dean Jiang?

"Come on, bite it."

Jiang Chen pushed Director He's head down, took the thick black hammer handle into his mouth, and without waiting for the other party to react, he suddenly exerted force with his elbow.

"Click"

A row of bloody teeth fell to the ground.

He took a look and found that this level of pain seemed too much of a joke for a top-level blood-stained statue in the hospital ward.

Director He continued to mutter to himself like a madman, showing no additional pain.

"Xiao He, I didn't expect you to be so resilient."

"Then I won't be polite."

Jiang Chen kicked the man down, lifted up the Yin Shen Hammer high, and with a "bang", smashed the man's arm into pieces of flesh. Director He finally murmured and let out a scream.

This was followed by a continuous stream of hammer swings.

Amidst the screams of agony, Director He was completely killed.

But a moment later, a bloody figure crawled out from under his body, with disheveled hair and muttering non-stop.

"What is true...what is false..."

"Everything is fictional, everything is fake, hahaha, it's all fake!"

Seeing the other party's unconscious appearance, Jiang Chen was also very compassionate and comforted him: "Xiao He, don't be crazy, this world is not all illusion."

"For example, the pain you feel right now, isn't it real?"

"What? You said you couldn't feel it."

"Haha, it's okay, let me help you find your true self!"

The hammer was raised and blood splattered.

Jiang Chen turned his back to the few surviving doctors and 02, held Director He down and started hammering him, sending broken limbs and flesh flying all over the wall.

Several people were already too frightened to speak. Even the chatterbox 02 fell silent for a rare moment.

At this time, 04, who was the first to "die", slowly crawled up from the pool of blood, rubbed his recovered head, and there was still a strong fear on his face.

"Hey, 02, why are you still alive? Where's that pervert Director He?"

She asked in surprise.

02 His facial muscles twitched, and he just turned his head and made a "hush" gesture.

04At this time, his sight shifted, and Xian also discovered the man in front of him who was covered in dark flames and had an astonishing aura.

"This is……"

That back figure looked familiar, especially the diligent movement of swinging the sledgehammer, which gave 04 a sense of déjà vu.

But she was a little hesitant to recognize him.

“Number 18?!”

At this time, 03, who had climbed up again, was the first to shout out the answer.

"Shut up! Who told you to call No. 18? You should call Dean Jiang!" 02 rushed over and slapped 03 on the back of the head: "Watch your mouth, kid!"

"Director Jiang, as the leader of us mental patients, led a few of us to successfully overthrow these cruel and evil doctors. From now on, we should respect him as our boss and lead the hospital!"

"Why is he the boss? Is it because his patient number has two 9s?" 03䜭 was still unconvinced.

"Look carefully, who is under his hammer." 02's tone became calmer, probably the lawyer's personality speaking out.

03 and 04 then took a closer look.

When they saw a head being hammered out and that familiar face, the two critically ill patients almost screamed.

“What the hell!?”

"Director He?"

"That's Xiao He. Who dares to call himself the director in front of President Jiang?" 02㱗 corrected him at the right time.

He repeated himself, "You're right. Xiao He is sensible. He knows that Dean Jiang likes to criticize people, so he just stood there and let him criticize him."

As soon as the words fell.