"Painting?"
"Yes, but it's all random scribblings, you know, they are patients, we can't use common sense to speculate about their mental world." Doctor Wu's smile was strained.
Zhang Man quickly spotted the issue and pressed Doctor Wu for Ning Houfu's paintings. It was clear that Doctor Wu was reluctant to give them, but out of respect for Zhang Man's status, he had no choice but to lead them out of the room and to another room on the same floor.
This room was at the end of the corridor. Upon opening the door, it was filled with all kinds of clutter. At the wall-side metal cabinet, Doctor Wu pulled open the door and moved out a big, square box. When they opened it, everyone was shocked—it was a box full of paintings.