Yang Yongxin took Jiang Cheng up to the second-floor observation room.
"Young Master Jiang, the surveillance here covers every corner of Qingshan Mental Hospital."
"It's no exaggeration to say that not even a fly could escape."
Jiang Cheng stared at the footage on the high-definition screens and felt much more at ease.
Although Ye Bufan would have to be released sooner or later, the later that happened, the better.
With three-hundred-and-sixty-degree surveillance without blind spots, coupled with Yang Yongxin's special attention,
even if Ye Bufan still had some trump cards, there was absolutely no way he could escape anytime soon.
"Which room is Ye Bufan in?"
At Jiang Cheng's words, Yang Yongxin immediately pulled up the footage.
The next second, five figures in blue-and-white-striped patient uniforms appeared.
Each of them was secured to a uniquely designed chair, their hands and feet tightly locked in place, unable to move in the slightest.
They also wore metal helmets covered in complex circuitry.
Jiang Cheng spotted Ye Bufan at the far right at a glance.
It had only been a short time since they last met, yet he had become so much thinner and had two huge dark circles under his eyes.
How could one word like miserable possibly describe it?
Beside him, Yang Yongxin continued his introduction excitedly.
"Young Master Jiang, this is the latest electrotherapy equipment developed by our hospital. The results are absolutely top-notch."
Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched. Electrotherapy?
Looking at how excited you are, you're not going to electrocute Ye Bufan to death, are you?
Meanwhile, inside the electrotherapy room,
Ye Bufan gave a disdainful smile, his eyes full of contempt.
He was a man who had been struck by lightning before. This was not even enough to scratch an itch.
Even though he could not use his Inner