Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin.

Chapter 296 Research
Zhang Jingtian's expression changed upon hearing this.

Do you want to die?

Zhang Jingtian felt that no matter whether he was before or after the time travel, and no matter what his condition was, he would not want to leave this world.

Because he felt that as long as a person is alive, even if it's just for one more day, it's a bonus.

Upon hearing Zhang Jingtian's question, the person on the ground immediately shook his head:
"No, I can't go on living, it hurts too much."

Zhang Jingtian had already roughly guessed the man's identity and understood why he was there.

What did they all do to you?

The person who was tied up spoke in a very weak voice:

"They said that if they cut my head in half, I would get better. They asked if I wanted to try it, and I agreed."

But they lied to me. What they did didn't improve my condition; instead, it made me suffer more and more!
Now, they want even more from me! Take me away! Even hell is better than here!

Zhang Jingtian could hardly imagine the pain and despair in this person's voice when he said that even hell was better than this place.

"Why didn't you tell anyone else? Do you have family? Will they come to visit you?"

The man shook his head: "No, no one will believe me, because those doctors will say I have paranoia, and that it's all just my imagination."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingtian immediately realized the trouble these patients were facing in protecting their rights.

Because they are already ill, their families tend to trust the doctors' assessments.

If the doctor says that it's just paranoia, just wishful thinking on the part of the patients, then whatever the patients say at this point will be of no use.

That's why doctors dare to treat and abuse these patients so recklessly, because they have nothing to fear.

Zhang Jingtian sighed. He knew that even he would feel helpless and powerless if he were in such an environment.

Soon, he heard a sound; it was someone outside unzipping their jacket, and then several doctors stood outside.

Although the doctors were wearing uniforms and even had smiles on their faces, they looked like demons.

"What are you going to do!" the patient cried out in anguish.

The doctors seemed to have gotten used to the patients' resistance and noise.

No matter how much trouble these patients cause, they can easily deal with them.

If all else fails, we can bury them alive as a last resort.

“We’re here to treat your illness. What are you afraid of? You need to know that we would never harm you.”

"Do you know why you haven't gotten better yet after so long? It's because you've been unwilling to cooperate with us."

Hearing their words, Zhang Jingtian could only feel that they were hypocrites. How could people be so shameless as to say such shameless things?

However, Zhang Jingtian discovered that he seemed even more powerless within this portrait; he couldn't even manifest himself. Only the patient was able to sense his presence.

Zhang Jingtian had already gotten used to this, because he knew that even if he could take action, he couldn't change anything.

Anyway, this world in the painting could collapse at any moment, and Zhang Jingtian was obviously already used to it.

Then Zhang Jingtian witnessed firsthand how these doctors treated the patient like a bound and helpless pig, starving for food. They picked up knives and, without a shred of humanity or pity, brutally plunged them into the patient's body.

Then they cut open the patient's body, and Zhang Jingtian saw that the doctors were treating the patient's organs as if they were dealing with the carcass of some small animal.

A short while later, Zhang Jingtian confirmed that the patient was dead and had completely stopped breathing.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jingtian felt as if his heart had stopped beating.

To be honest, since becoming a card maker, Zhang Jingtian has actually witnessed the deaths of many people, and in all sorts of ways.

However, once you actually encounter these doctors, you'll find that they are more terrifying and disgusting than monsters.

At least the moment you are killed by a monster, you lose your will and won't feel any pain.

However, when it comes to these doctors, they really torture you little by little until you lose consciousness.

Therefore, their deaths were too painful for Zhang Jingtian to bear.

However, since these people can't see him now, Zhang Jingtian actually has more room to maneuver.

He can see what else is in this place.

After all, Zhang Jingtian knew from the previous painting that these doctors would inject things into patients' bodies.

However, Zhang Jingtian discovered here today that they didn't seem to have this thing. Instead, they were more straightforward, using knives to remove the organs from the patient's body, which looked even more terrifying and disgusting.

Therefore, Zhang Jingtian deeply suspected that those people had not deceived him.

However, there are two treatment methods available in this place.

As it turned out, Zhang Jingtian's guess was correct.

Because he quickly found another room where a row of patients were listlessly tied together, and then doctors were injecting all sorts of strange drugs into their bodies.

Zhang Jingtian felt that what they were doing now was probably not as simple as treating these patients' mental illnesses.

After all, if it were just about treating mental illness, there would be no need for such a complicated process.

Therefore, it is highly likely that it is used for other purposes.

However, as Zhang Jingtian tried to get closer to see what the ingredients of these potions were and what their effects were, the painting he was in began to collapse little by little.

Zhang Jingtian had no choice but to leave the painting.

However, to Zhang Jingtian's surprise, after he came out, he discovered that many of the portraits he hadn't visited yet were now all blacked out.

"What's happening here?"

At this moment, the Scourge answered Zhang Jingtian's question:
"I don't know. Since you came out, many portraits have disappeared on their own. I guess someone is afraid that you'll find out the truth!"

Zhang Jingtian hummed in agreement and then entered the only remaining portrait. He knew that the truth must be hidden in this painting.

As soon as Zhang Jingtian entered the painting, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

Because of himself, he sensed a powerful aura.

He thought that this mental hospital was just a place where ordinary people's stories were told!
(End of this chapter)