"He's a psychiatric patient transferred from the city, and he's very aggressive."
The director waved his hand, indicating the person should be taken to the isolation zone. The outpatient department and the inpatient department are just upstairs and downstairs. The stairs leading up were locked with an iron gate, and there was another world behind that door.
Qian silently listened to the person growl and roar. Those who could be brought in bound like this were the few aggressive patients she and Fugui mentioned. He must be classified into the high-risk zone, where personal freedom was restricted.
"The calligraphy on the wall is very nice." Qian shifted her gaze to the calligraphy hanging in the corridor. The bold strokes were powerful and showed a high level of skill.
"Haha, this was written by a patient of ours. Hard to believe, right? I even have a Chinese painting in my office that was painted by another patient; they're both excellent."
