The room was still filled with an unpleasant smell. The dead bodies looked horrible. The dean looked at the phone that Jing Yunzhao handed to him, but he did not know whether to answer it or not. He took a step back and glanced at the dean, who clenched his teeth and took the phone away.
The phone was taken from a dead body, and it was still stained with the smell of antiseptic. It irritated his nose, and his stomach churned. He could not help but feel nauseous.
The hospital director did not want to stay here any longer. He quickly called out and left with the paramedics.
Jing Yunzhao smiled while Professor Mo whispered,""Little Jing, you're really bad. You're torturing the dean like this…"