"Do you feel a headache and chills?" Song Xiaodong asked Wang Xianyun with an uninterested look.
"How do you know?" Wang Xianyun instinctively retorted, then his face immediately showed a look of terror.
"You think that's the extent of your suffering?" Song Xiaodong sneered, then continued, "Soon you'll feel like there's always someone moving around you, especially at night, you'll feel like someone is always coming to touch you."
"You're the director of the mental hospital, so you must understand mental illness well. Then, you will become a mental patient yourself, and it will get worse. You'll become more and more irritable, hitting people and smashing things when you see them, and you'll become a complete mental patient."
"You... you can't scare me..." Wang Xianyun's lips trembled.