"Why would you ask that?" Xu Tong immediately regretted asking that question. He looked at the hammer in Chen Ge's hands, and his mouth turned slippery again. "Wang Haiming was once a patient here. He was locked inside the Third Sick Hall multiple times due to repeated offenses. That man is very interesting."
"Be more specific."
"He was a low risk patient. He stayed on the second floor of the second sick hall, but the man had something wrong with his mind. He kept saying that he was not crazy." A disgusting smile appeared on Xu Tong's lips. "Actually, we all know that we are perfectly fine, but only an idiot like him would announce it out loud."
To be called an idiot by a diagnosed mental patient, if Wang Haiming was still alive, Chen Ge wondered how he would have felt. A flash of wickedness entered Xu Tong's smile. His perspective was different from normal people. Perhaps until now, he still believed he was not ill.
