I am very sure now, mom has gone mad.

Maybe she has schizophrenia like my brother, or some other mental illness.

Thinking of her various abnormal behaviors these past few days, I really can't bear it anymore.

God knows when she will return to normal, and how long I will have to endure such days.

Unconsciously, I walked to the hospital where mom is being treated.

This is the only hospital in the town, and it's a psychiatric hospital.

I walked into the hospital's garden and found a bench to sit on.

About 50 meters from me, there was an iron fence, and beyond it was the patient's activity area.

It's not even seven o'clock yet, and there are only a few patients in the

activity area. They were holding hands, sitting side by side on a bench, all staring at me with the same eerie smile as mom.

Their eyes are wide open, and their mouths are gaping.

These patients have thin arms and legs, their cheeks and eyes are deeply sunken, but their bellies are bulging.

Maybe I should bring mom in for hospitalization treatment?

Her condition is getting worse day by day, and I'm scared she might do something out of control one day.

Just as I was lost in wild thoughts about the psychiatric hospital, a voice interrupted me:

"Miss Su Rong?"

I turned my head; it was Dr. Li, who is treating mom.

I quickly walked over, grabbing hold of a lifeline: "Dr. Li, please save me, I really can't take it anymore. Let mom come in for hospitalization treatment."

"Don't rush, come to my office and we'll talk slowly."

Dr. Li is around thirty years old, has a gentle appearance, wears a pair of rimless glasses, and has a clean disposition.

I held the tea he made for me and recounted the whole sequence of events that happened these past few days.

After listening to my account, Dr. Li supported his chin in silence for a long time before asking:

"Are you saying that you found in your brother's diary that he had schizophrenia, and your mom has recently shown similar symptoms?"

I nodded.

"Raw food culture is common in some countries; actually, there's no need to worry too much."

"You can first observe if your mom has other similar symptoms of schizophrenia, talk to her more, and see how she perceives herself."

"Understood. Thank you, doctor."

I thanked him and was about to get up to leave when I suddenly felt dizzy, barely standing firm by holding onto the table.

"You've been too tired these days, haven't you? It's been hard on you."

Dr. Li's voice had a hypnotic power.

"Rest here for a while; I'll be here watching over you."

I nodded drowsily and fell asleep on the small sofa in the office.

Before losing consciousness, I seemed to hear him say:

"Trust me."