BANG! BANG! As Li Huowang drew closer, the banging grew louder.
Finally, Li Huowang peered carefully through the thick, wire-mesh glass and saw the source of the noise.
It was a patient in a straitjacket. With a scruffy beard, he was arching his body and straining to lift his head, repeatedly slamming it against the iron bedframe beneath him. The impacts were loud, but the bedframe looked thin and didn't seem to cause much rebound damage.
What… what kind of mental illness is this? Li Huowang frowned, standing there as he curiously sized up the man inside.
The man was tall and built, at least 1.8 meters tall. His twitching features and his strange symptoms of laughing one moment and crying the next left Li Huowang completely clueless as to his condition.
Since he's locked up in there, he must be on medication, right? Could it be a side effect from some kind of psychiatric drug? Li Huowang guessed wildly.
