Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311 

“Dr. Jones…” The doctor next to him hesitated as this was clearly inhumane.. 

No conscientious doctor would want to torture a mental patient like this. 

Steven was a mental patient, but he was also a human being. 

They looked away but didn’t dare to speak up. 

In Huma Psychiatric Hospital, apart from the dean, Peter had the most power and Influence. Not to mention, Peter was the dean’s son–in–law. No one dared to defy or question him. 

Peter glanced coldly at the doctor. “This kind of experimental data is hard to come by.” 

I held Steven’s hand tightly and glared angrily at Peter. “You’re the real monster.” 

Peter just looked at me with an inscrutable expression. 

On the side, Michael seemed to understand that something was wrong with Steven. “Dr. Jones, you just 

need to take Steven back as soon as possible. There’s no need to…” 

“Mike,” Yasmin interjected with teary eyes as she saw Michael wanting to intervene. “Mike, when Steven 

goes crazy, it’s too scary. Let’s not interfere. The doctor must have his reasons.” 

Michael frowned and subconsciously glanced at me. 

He seemed to want me to beg him. It looked like he would continue to speak for me as long as I begged 

him. 

But I didn’t. I just held Steven’s hand tightly. “Can you hold on? Let’s go home?” 

Steven’s breathing became heavier, and his eyes gradually lost focus. 

He was like a walking corpse, numb and soulless. 

The chemical drugs could imprison his soul and paralyze his body…. 

Peter raised the corners of his mouth, knowing that the drugs had taken effect. 

“Steven, come here,” he spoke again. 

His voice held a hint of excitement, as if he was conducting some kind of bizarre experiment. 

Steven’s body stiffened for a moment. His brows slightly furrowed, as if he was trying hard to endure and resist something. 

He released the hand that had been protecting me.. 

At that moment, I couldn’t hold back my tears… I hugged him helplessly, not wanting him to be controlled by the drugs but knowing there was nothing I could do. This wasn’t his intention. 

“Steven, push her away and come back with me,” Peter said again. 

Steven pushed me away and walked forward. 

The doctors from the psychiatric hospital let out a sigh of rellef. 

It seemed there was nothing special after all, just that he was a bit more resistant to drugs than the 

average patient. 

Peter raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly, provoking me even more with his gaze. “Michael, 

watch out for her.” 

He was warning Michael to keep an eye on me. 

Michael came forward, trying to take my hand. “Stephle, Steven should go back and continue his 

treatment.” 

“Do you know what Europeans considered the most effective treatment for mental patients in the mid- 20th century?” Peter turned back, intentionally provoking me. 

I 

I clenched my fists tightly. 

“Lobotomy…” Peter pointed to his brain. 

“Peter! I’ll kill you!” I lost control and rushed at him. At that moment, I really wanted to kill him. 

Michael wrapped his arms around me, trapping me in his embrace. “Stephie! Calm down!” 

I knew Peter was provoking me. He didn’t have the right to perform such surgery on Steven, but I was still afraid… 

These people’s fearlessness would make them disregard the law.