Mental Patients

Hearing the noise from outside the door, Li Huowang shot to his feet, angrily flung off the blanket, and strode menacingly toward the door.

When the door opened, Li Huowang saw two men in Patient Uniforms leaning against the wall, eating snacks while debating scripture.

One of them was Slicked-back Hair, wearing plastic-framed glasses and looking refined and scholarly. The lunatic ravings Li Huowang had heard from inside his room had come from his mouth.

But Li Huowang did not care about any of that. He only felt that this newcomer was irritating as hell, his mouth rattling on without end.

"Get the hell away from here! It's only seven in the morning. What the hell are you making such a racket for?!"

"Hey~! You little comrade, don't interrupt me while I'm speaking, all right? Do you know what I'm doing? I'm fighting for the necessary rights of our special group!"

Just as he wanted to say more, the companion beside him noticed the Handcuffs on Li Huowang's hand and hurriedly pulled him away.

Although they had been driven off, Li Huowang's sleepiness had been thoroughly disturbed away. He sighed, turned around, and went back into his room to put on his shoes.

He had to admit that a normal person like him being locked up with these mental patients was truly a form of torture.

Yet he could not take his anger out on these patients who were not quite right in the head. Otherwise, the doctors would think he was having an episode again, and his discharge would likely be pushed even farther away.

After putting on his shoes, Li Huowang had nothing to do in the empty private ward, so he simply got up and headed to the cafeteria for breakfast.

"Sui Sui, are you hungry?"

Breakfast