"We have to go. Now."
Shao grabbed Muchen's wrist with one hand and snatched Hana's with the other, dragging them both away from the corpse.
Hana barely had time to react before she found herself being yanked down the hall. But her instincts kicked in, and without even thinking—
—she reached out and grabbed a fistful of the doctor's hair.
"OW!"
The young man yelped, his free hand frantically slapping at hers, trying to pry her off. "What the hell?! Let go!"
Muchen stared at her, incredulous. "Why the fuck are you dragging him along?! We don't need deadweight!"
Hana shot him a scandalized look. "But he's alive! He's human! How can we just leave him here?!"
She hesitated, then threw a glance at the doctor, who was still gripping his broken iPad like it was his lifeline.
"…Even if he does seem kinda crazy."
The man, still wincing from her iron grip, huffed. "Excuse me?! I'm right here."