Dr. Lin took his hand back. When he saw the person pointing the gun at him, he looked surprised.

Because the person who pointed the gun at him was Ye Ming, Ye Ming, who had been trembling and scared, held the gun in her hand and pointed it at Dr. Lin's head, with a tense and serious expression, as if as long as he dared to hurt Yan Bai, she would kill him without hesitation.

"Thank you, Sister Ye Ming." Yan Bai thanked Ye Ming, and then poured the medicine powder bought from the system store into Dr. Lin's mouth and nose. He didn't dare to move. When he wanted to resist, the medicine powder was almost sucked into his mouth and nose. Soon, he felt weak all over and could not raise any strength. It seemed that he had really turned into a salted fish and could be slaughtered.

"You...what do you want to do..." Dr. Lin's face was panicked.

"It's nothing, I just want to tell you a story to see if you have heard it." Yan Bai took out the tool from the small bag she was carrying, and a sharp scalpel. She lowered her eyes and looked at the three people on the ground like a dead dog. The fat Doctor Zhao and Dr. Huang in a yellow T-shirt were blood holes made by Yan Bai. Their faces were no different from those of the dead, but they couldn't die. They could only hang somewhere in one breath, and they could clearly hear and feel it.

Yan Bai held the scalpel in his hand upright. Because his hand was injured and had not yet recovered, he was not as safe as usual. He was a little trembling. She curled her lips and carefully used the scalpel to break everything his nerves, blocking the nerve conduction and instructions, leaving only a central nervous pathway for feeling pain.

"Ah..." Dr. Lin screamed in pain, but he couldn't faint again.

"What I want to tell is a story about a mental illness. My family said she was sick and said she was crazy. She sent her to a mental hospital. No matter how she defended her, it was useless. In the end, she was locked up in a mental hospital. She wanted to tell others that she was normal, but it was useless, because everyone here knew that she was normal, so it was useless if she could prove it, because someone needed her to be crazy, and she had to be crazy."

As Yan Bai spoke, her hand continued to stop. Her blade stood on the skin of Dr. Lin's arm, from shallow to deep, and she gently cut the epidermis, and a trace of blood was secreted. The smile at the corner of her lips spread, gradually cutting through the dermis, and the hair follicles inside the dermis were also seen. After a pause, Yan Bai went deeper again, cutting through the last layer of yellow subcutaneous tissue of the skin, and vaguely saw the white bones attached to red flesh and blood from this small hole.

Dr. Lin was already in pain. The cold sweat on his forehead slowly oozed out because Yan Bai blocked all nerve conduction, leaving only the pain nerves, which led to him being able to clearly feel the pain, but he could not faint because of the pain.

He was going crazy. The person in front of him was about to cut open his flesh and dig out his bones, just like an evil ghost who took revenge from hell, demanding his life towards him. Especially the beginning of the story Yan Bai told, Dr. Lin and the other two people were beating their hearts and looked at Yan Bai in front of him. Her hands were covered with the blood from Dr. Lin, and even some splashed on her face. But she still looked so pure and harmless that people would not associate her with cruelty at all.
Chapter completed!