"He's a psychiatric patient who was transferred from the city; he has a strong aggressive streak."
The Dean waved his hand, signaling for the patient to be taken to the isolation area. The outpatient clinic and the inpatient department were located upstairs and downstairs, with the stairs leading up being locked by an iron door, behind which was another world.
Xiao Qian listened quietly to the man's screams and roars. Those brought in tied up were the aggressive patients she and Fu Gui referred to. He would probably be classified as high-risk and have his personal freedom restricted.
"The calligraphy on the wall is beautiful," Xiao Qian shifted her gaze to the calligraphy hanging in the corridor, which showed strong and vigorous strokes, obviously of high quality.
"Haha, it was written by one of our patients. Hard to believe, right? I have a painting in my office done by another patient, both are excellent."
"That's why people say, 'geniuses to the left, madmen to the right.'"
