"Why are there so many dead bodies?"
Tang Ming asked in shock and suspicion.
"You came down from above, you should have noticed that the patients on the First Layer have all disappeared, right?"
Hua Yingjie sighed: "These were the patients who received treatment during our first examination."
"After the examination ended, the people from the Netherworld Road killed them."
Tang Ming suddenly understood, looking at the corpses inside with a grim face: "These were critically ill patients gathered by the Netherworld Road from various places, none of whom had a life expectancy of ten years. After our examination, they naturally wouldn't keep these people around."
"That's what I suspected, it's truly pitiful."
Hua Yingjie nodded, looking expectantly at Zhang Chuming: "With so many dead, shouldn't there be some use?"
"That will do! Go bring those girls over here, I'll help extend their lives."
Zhang Chuming nodded, striding to the center of the corpses.
