Hearing Song Zijin's venomous words, Sheng Yueyue was livid. She kicked out at him. "Get out! I never want to see you again."
The moment he saw the hospital staff, Song Zijin put on an act, pretending to steady her. "Doctor, you see? She's completely lost her mind. The moment she's not lucid, she starts kicking people."
"You should have brought a patient like her in sooner. It's far too dangerous to leave her out in the world," the middle-aged doctor said, adjusting his glasses.
"I told you, I'm not crazy! Don't believe anything he says!" Sheng Yueyue shrieked hysterically.
The sheer venom and disgust in her eyes startled the young male doctor standing nearby.
"In all my years, I've never seen such an expressive patient. Usually, they just mutter to themselves and aren't aggressive."
"You can go home now. Leave the patient with us. She's quite frightening. We'll have to give her a sedative first."
