"Let me out! Ahhh!!!"
That was the terrifying wail that reached Sheng Siyuan's ears when he returned to the hospital, before he even reached the ward area.
Indeed, it was a wail.
Just like an animal tied to the chopping board, it was a desperate and heart-wrenching shriek; so harrowing that Sheng Siyuan didn't dare to proceed for a moment.
He was afraid to witness the woman's miserable state.
Because, for so many years, his impression of her was either dignified and gracious, gentle and virtuous, or wise and composed, her amber eyes always twinkling with intelligence.
Sheng Siyuan moved forward step by step.
"Ahhhh—"
Another piercing scream.
In that ward, something had been overturned by her, making a loud noise.
Sheng Siyuan finally arrived.
At first glance, he saw a disheveled woman going mad inside, and the bed, chairs, cabinets... and so on, had all been smashed by her.
But that was secondary.
