When Lin Sanjiu ran past the nurse on the first floor, she caught a glimpse of a faint revolting smile on the woman's rotting face. No matter how indignant she felt, Lin Sanjiu could do nothing to that woman. Setting aside the doubts whether the thing could even be attacked, she could only run right now because she was still being chased by a group of people and the incessant noises from their assortment of weapons, abilities and Special Items.
Even though Lin Sanjiu could fight very well now, she couldn't fight off the unified attacks from the thirty people—especially the twelve posthumans who had been converted to "patients". Under the pressure of a double rate of life reduction, they had all gone mad with anxiety. They rushed at Lin Sanjiu with their tidal wave of crazed non-stop attacks, giving Lin Sanjiu no time to even catch a breath.
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