All the patients were told to return to their wards as soon as possible.
Che Quan happened to be tired as well and wanted somewhere to rest, but the thought of that damp, gloomy ward killed his mood entirely.
He set off straight in the opposite direction, toward Jiang Cong's office, where he had spent the night.
However, Che Quan had barely taken two steps when a row of burly men appeared before him, all bulging muscles and security uniforms.
Every one of them stood over six foot three. Lined up together, they looked like a towering wall, intimidating at first glance.
After blocking Che Quan's path, they abruptly parted to make way for a middle-aged man with a solemn face and a barely perceptible viciousness in his eyes.
The man also wore a white coat and old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses.
The name badge pinned to his left breast read: [Kang Cheng, Dean of Shanbei Psychiatric Hospital]
As soon as the man approached Che Quan, his face filled with fury, and he barked in a harsh, angry voice:
"Which section are you from?! Who had you admitted? How dare you damage this hospital's facilities and equipment like this! Your illness is clearly far too severe! You must be punished harshly! And contact his family, or whoever had him admitted. They must compensate me properly for my losses!"
That last remark was directed at the young nurse trembling beside him.
The nurse hurried away to carry out his orders.
Meanwhile, the other hostile-looking bodyguards surrounded Che Quan, their eyes wary, as if they were dealing with an exceptionally dangerous individual. One of the men even held a syringe, presumably containing some kind of sedative.
Clearly, they intended to use force.
Che Quan gave an indifferent twitch of his lips.
He turned his