At this moment, Xu Huan also realized the seriousness of the matter. He quickly nodded and followed Mo Zhu.
At this moment, not only were the wards and corridors of the Central Hospital filled with the smell of blood and filled with corpses, but the main hall and entrance of the hospital that was responsible for receiving patients were also filled with injured people lying on the ground and wailing.
Although the men in black who attacked tonight had completed their mission and were all led to a street by the people brought by Jiang Yan and Zhong Zhe, there were still scattered gunshots not far away. The injured were still being sent to the hospital one by one.
Mo Zhu stood in the hospital's hall and looked around. She casually found the corpse of a man in black on the ground. She walked close and observed it for a few seconds before taking out her phone from her pocket and dialed a string of numbers. She called Feng Ke.
