"Bang! Bang!" As Li Huowang kept drawing closer, the banging sound became louder and louder.
Finally, when Li Huowang, with caution, looked through the thick glass reinforced with iron wire, he saw the source of the sound.
It was a patient in Binding Clothes, his beard unkempt. He was hunched over, straining his head back, and repeatedly pounding on the iron bed below him.
The Collision was loud, but the thin metal of the bed seemed to cause him no additional harm.
"What... what kind of mental illness is this?" Li Huowang furrowed his brows as he stood there, curiously sizing up the man inside.
The man was tall and strong, no less than one meter eighty, with twitching features, and erratic symptoms of crying and laughing that made it hard for Li Huowang to guess what ailed him.
"Since he's locked up in there, he must have had his medication, right? Could it be the side effects of some psychiatric drug?" Li Huowang randomly speculated.
