"Ah..." A young man, who was dead, pinched his neck. His whole body was covered with pockmarks, and then the purulence flowed out. He was extremely nauseous. However, his whole life turned into a pool of pus, which disappeared in front of his eyes.

"Ouch..." The tragic death of young people did not seem to attract much attention. With a few sighs coming, everyone went on walking.

"This..." Chen Jiuerran did not blame these people for their indifference, but knew that this situation had become common for a long time, and the former servant of Yanran Hospital, I am afraid, was so poisoned!

What is really terrible is not to...