And so, a week swiftly passed.
The first batch of pig patients were discharged from the hospital.
And the pig doctors, quite a few had perished, replaced by a new batch.
But after reaching a depth of 500,000 meters, that odd "head" began its ceaseless, agonizing cries again, "Can't dig anymore! Black-clothed Guard, can't you speed things up! I'm exhausted, can't dig anymore!"
The Black-clothed Guard was driven to a frazzle by this guy, under immense pressure.
Although this guy was just a laborer, he was nonetheless a Subordinate Demon God, and the pressure of being singled out for criticism was truly... indescribable to outsiders.
Thus, during this internal meeting, the senior gentleman with graying hair, Number One, spoke with a mix of anxiety and joy, "Gentlemen, the situation in Qingtian Hospital has generally stabilized. Our deployed forces there are sufficient for monitoring."
