My organs are too abstract.

Xu Yuan was slightly taken aback: "You're doing it yourself?"

The man nodded and said, "That's right. After all, he stole my body and skinned me. I'll kill him to put an end to this matter completely. Besides, I'll leave with him once he's dead. Letting me choose how to end this is also a way of giving myself closure."

"No problem, if you want to do it, go ahead," Xu Yuan readily agreed.

He's not some kind of serial killer who has to do it himself. As long as the boss, a potential threat, is completely eliminated, anyone can do it.

The man paused, then added, "But I hope I'll do it after you leave."

Xu Yuan frowned slightly: "Why?"

"The haunted house caused such a commotion this time, the Sickness Control Bureau can't possibly ignore it. They'll definitely send someone to investigate, and it's very likely that you'll be implicated."

"The CDC isn't easy to deal with. Even if you're just implicated, once they find out you're a patient, they'll definitely keep an eye on you. When the CDC arrives, I'll step in and explain that this incident was caused by a confrontation between me and my boss. By taking responsibility for this, I can clear you up."

Upon hearing this, Wenxiu's heart stirred. She had originally prepared herself to step forward and take responsibility, but she was reluctant to deal with the Sickness Control Bureau. If she could follow the uncle's plan, she wouldn't have to face these troubles directly.

But then she thought of a fatal problem: what if the uncle wasn't really going to die, but was trying to take the opportunity to escape with the boss?

The middle-aged man had clearly anticipated their concerns. He looked directly at Xu Yuan and said frankly, "I know you're worried. What if I try to survive and escape with him? It all depends on whether you're willing to trust me."

Xu Yuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly bent down and lifted the headless body lying on the ground. After thinking for two seconds, he nodded and said, "You saved my roommate, and he seems to have a good impression of you. I'm willing to trust you this once."

Wenxiu noticed his actions and gave him a complicated look.

The middle-aged man was taken aback by his quick agreement and asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll go back on my word and run away?"

Xu Yuan said calmly, "Then I'll find you and kill you too."

The middle-aged man looked at him, remained silent for a few seconds, and then slowly spoke, his tone full of emotion: "I envy Li Da for being trusted by you like that. If someone had been willing to trust me like that back then, perhaps I wouldn't have ended up like this."

Xu Yuan then asked, "Back then, when you set fire to this hospital, was it really just because they were secretly creating patients? Did you know who was behind it?"

"I don't know. I was captured, or more accurately, I was tricked into coming here." The uncle's eyes turned bitter as he slowly recalled the past. "Back then, I was terminally ill and had nowhere else to turn. Someone recommended that I come to Renai Hospital, saying that they had a special medicine. Thinking that it was better to try anything than nothing, I came here."

"At that time, there were many patients like me in the hospital, people who had been abandoned by their families and had nowhere else to go. After we arrived, the hospital did give us medicine, and at first it really worked. After the injection, my deteriorating body even briefly regained its vitality. But later I realized that their so-called miracle drug was actually a poison that turned normal people into 'patients'."

"The effects of this drug are extremely unstable, and it can even be said that it is very picky about one's physical condition. The vast majority of patients cannot withstand the side effects of the drug in the later stages and eventually die tragically. They claim that these people are terminally ill, but in reality, they are all killed by the drug. Only a very small number of people can survive, and I am one of them."

"My fellow patients died one by one, and I foolishly thought it was because I was resilient. Little did I know that they had all become victims of the experiment. In the end, I was the only one who survived the effects of the drug and became a 'patient'."

Upon hearing this, Wenxiu asked incredulously, "So you weren't born a 'patient,' but rather you were created that way?"

"That's right." The uncle nodded.

"I never imagined such a thing could happen..." Wenxiu murmured softly, then pressed, "Are there many people like you?"

"It should be very rare." The uncle shook his head. "Because after they noticed the changes in my body, the hospital was overjoyed and studied me all day long. They even made promises to me, saying that after I recovered, not only would my body be back to normal, but I would also become a superhero."

"I trusted them and cooperated with them in all sorts of experiments. Looking back now, I was a complete idiot. They never treated me like a human being; I was just a defective experimental subject."

Wenxiu looked puzzled: "What do you mean by 'defective experimental subject'?"

The man was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "What I mean is, the side effects of this drug are extremely severe. Not only does it make me easily urge to bleed, but it also turned the lower half of my face into a monster's face. When I asked the hospital, they just said it was a normal effect of the drug and that it would gradually disappear."

"I had actually sensed something was wrong a long time ago, but I was afraid to face the truth and kept deceiving myself. I was incredibly lonely at that time. All my fellow patients had died. I wanted to talk to the doctors and nurses, but while they were kind to me on the surface, they treated me like a guinea pig and a monster behind my back."

"So I put on a mask, hoping to make friends with the other new patients. At first, there were no problems, until one day, they unexpectedly saw my face under the mask."

The middle-aged man seemed to recall something, a bitter smile playing on his lips: "I'll never forget that look of fear and disgust in your eyes."

"That time I completely lost control and accidentally injured several people. I was terrified and tried desperately to escape. I even wanted to cut off my ugly face with my own hands, but my wounds always healed quickly. In despair, I simply burned my face with fire, thinking that this would stop me from being rejected. But people still avoided me like the plague."

Wenxiu looked at him with a complicated expression, feeling a pang of sympathy in her heart.

"Later, by chance, I discovered the truth about the hospital. I remained outwardly calm, but secretly warned the other patients, trying to get them to escape with me. But few people believed me; they just said I was crazy."

"I didn't get discouraged. I led a few people to see the hospital's secret, and only then were some people willing to come with me. I led them to escape, but we were discovered by the hospital staff. I tried my best to cover their retreat, and when I finally collapsed from exhaustion, not one of the people I had tried so hard to protect was willing to turn around and help me up. They just let me be caught and taken back by the hospital staff."

Wenxiu frowned: "Did the others escape in the end?"

"No," the man slowly shook his head, his voice a mix of joy and sorrow, "I killed them all. I killed them with my own hands when I was completely out of control and consumed by bloodlust."

Wenxiu was completely stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Later I learned that our escape, including my killing of them, and even the earlier accidental exposure of my face, was all meticulously planned by the hospital to make me completely lose control, unleash the power within me, and obtain more accurate experimental data."

"Everything about me was arranged." The middle-aged man smiled self-deprecatingly. "Now that I think about it, I'm a complete joke. If I had fought back earlier, even if I had died on the spot, it would have been better than living such a pathetic life."

"So later, I seized the opportunity, killed many hospital staff, and burned down the entire hospital. The result is what you see now."

Xu Yuan listened silently and noticed that when he recounted these painful memories, there was no hatred on his face, only a deep sense of melancholy.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked the question that had been bothering him: "Do you know about 'Blood Calamity'?"

"Bloodshed?" The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Of course I know."

"The medication we're being injected with... that's its name."