Promise You a Prosperous Life - C28

After the conversation, Yumo spoke very little except to take care of me, and when I got home from the hospital, he excused himself from the office for never coming back, and I didn’t call him because of my pride.

In such a large house, I was the only one left to eat and sleep, staring blankly at a certain place for a long time. Occasionally, I would think about the past and my eyes would suddenly turn red.

Almost two days later, my cell phone buzzed. I thought it was Yu Mo. My nose suddenly felt sore, but when I looked at the number, it was from the aunt who took care of my mother in the sanatorium.

The moment I picked up, the aunt quickly said, “Gu Yan, your mother’s mental illness suddenly flared up. She climbed to the roof by herself and stood there shouting. None of us can get close to her. If this goes on, something bad will happen, so come over quickly.”

Mom on the roof? It was not a good thing for me to fall down. My heart leaped into my throat as I grabbed my jacket and walked out.

As I walked, I anxiously asked, “Auntie, didn’t my mother’s illness have been being controlled very well during this period of time? How did something like this happen?”

I had no intention of complaining about the nursing home, only that there must be a reason for it, but my aunt on the other end of the phone was equally puzzled.

“I really don’t know why your mother got sick. Today’s weather is good, so I brought a few old ladies out to bask in the sun, and at the beginning, your mother sat quietly. When it was almost lunch time, I chatted with another nurse and pulled her up, and it was at this time that your mother suddenly opened her mouth and started biting us. I dodged, and the other nurse’s arm was bitten until it bled.”

Mom bit a nurse?

I hurriedly apologized, “Auntie, I apologize to you all on behalf of my mother. Don’t worry, I will pay for the medical expenses of the worker who was bitten.”

The aunt kindly said, “Gu Yan, now it’s not about the medical fees, but your mother’s illness. If your mother’s mental illness really worsens, quickly send her to the hospital. Our conditions are limited after all.”

I said yes, then hung up and went to the side of the road. I hailed a taxi and hurried to the nursing home.

I was worried that my mother would suddenly lose control and fall from the roof, or that the staff members who were close to her would be hurt, so I ignored the driver and said to myself anxiously, “Mom, you have to control yourself and wait for me to pass.”

Arriving at the scene of the incident, it was exactly as auntie had described. Mom’s mental illness had struck again.

Mom stood in a corner of the roof, her hair disheveled as she paced back and forth. During the time that staff members tried to get close to her, she became more and more agitated. She made a horrible noise at the staff members walking toward her, and at the same time, she waved her hands ferociously in front of her face.

Looking at my frightened mother, my heart broke. Tears flowed down my face and I quickly rushed to the roof. I cried out in a tearful voice, “Mom, don’t be scared. Your Yan’Er is here.”

I thought Mom was going to stop screaming, so I slowly walked over to her with my arms outstretched, but Mom just stared at me for a second, then went back to being crazy like before, yelling at me and raising her hands high in the air.

Mom didn’t even know me? I immediately cried out, fearing that it would irritate my mother again. I stopped, but my mouth kept shouting over and over again.

“Mom, look carefully, I’m Yan’Er, your Yan’Er.”

But my mother was unconscious. She kept repeating the same action over and over, and the staff came up to me with a thick rope and asked my opinion in a low voice.

“We can’t drag this on any longer. The longer we stay here, the greater the risk of danger. Let’s force our way in.”

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face, and had to nod.

Then the staff called for a few more people, and they came in a circle toward Mom. Mom screamed again, and then she suddenly squatted down, picked up a pebble with her left hand, and threw it at the staff, and it was this movement that made me suddenly understand.

Mom was not a left-handed person, so logically, she should have used her right hand to pick up rocks. However, she used her left hand, and when she looked at her mother’s right hand, it was tightly clenched.

I thought about how her right hand had always been like this ever since I saw her. I thought she was just angry, but it didn’t seem like it at all. She probably had something important in her right hand, which was why she held it so tightly.

Remembering how strange it had been the last time I’d seen my mother, I guessed with tears in my eyes that it was most likely a picture of my father.

This guess was very much in line with what his aunt had said. His mother, who was still in a quiet state, mistakenly thought that his aunt, who had pulled her up, was trying to seize the photos.

And the reason why my mother climbed the roof was actually to see me coax her “business trip” father.

By this time, several staff members had already bound their mother’s limbs, and one of them was about to use the thick rope to tie up her struggling mother. I shouted, “Let go of my mother,” as if I had gone mad, and ran quickly to her.

I pushed them away with all my might, and in the end, I held on tightly to my mother, who tried to struggle free, and I said loudly, “Mom, dad is coming home from a business trip, so hurry up and comb your hair.”

As soon as I said this, my mother stopped moving. She stared at me with her empty eyes, and after a few seconds, she lowered her head, spread her right hand, and fixed it firmly. I looked over and saw that it was a photo of my father who was being held.

Later, I coaxed my mother to come down with the excuse of dressing up to meet my father, and an hour later we were in the mental hospital of the city.

I took my mother’s hand and sat in front of the doctor, telling him in detail about my mother’s sudden frenzy for fear that her father’s picture had been stolen.

The doctor asked a few more questions, and I answered them all, but when I answered where my father had gone, I became hesitant to speak.

The doctor looked at me and said, “Your analysis and practice of the cause of illness is correct, but in order to prevent this kind of thing from happening, you have to tell your father the truth. Otherwise, the best medicine would be the cure.”

The doctor’s words made a lot of sense, but I was afraid that if I talked to my mother about my father’s departure, I would be unable to stop myself from telling her the truth about my father’s wrongdoing, because I couldn’t fool my mother.

Looking at my mother who was sitting beside me with a picture of my father in her hand and scrutinizing her carefully, the strings of my spirit were stretched to the extreme. I decided that whether I succeeded or not, I had to beg Yang Xiaoming again.

After going through the procedures for my mother’s hospitalization, I went to find Yang Xiaoming. Considering that it wasn’t suitable for others to know, I texted Yang Xiaoming outside the ward, saying that I wanted to see him. I also said that I wouldn’t leave until he came out.

Time ticked by, and just as I was about to burst into the ward, Yang Xiaoming came out.

Seeing him, I immediately shed tears and said, “Uncle Yang, I know that your child’s illness has already caused you to become anxious, you no longer have the mind to care about anything, but I was also forced to come and beg of you. Uncle Yang, can you please go to the police station to testify for my dad, okay?”

Yang Xiaoming didn’t complain about my impudence, but instead said, “Gu Yan, I’ve seen the hard work you and Director Yu have done to my grandson over this period of time, and I’m very grateful. Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be difficult for them to record a confession at the police station, but what I’m worried about is that once they do that, the people at the police station will call me over every few days. I still have to take care of my grandson, so, please forgive me.”

After saying that, Yang Xiaoming turned around and was about to leave. I reached out my hand to grab his sleeve and kneeled down with a ‘putong’. I begged in a good voice, “Uncle Yang, I’m begging you, I’m begging you …”

Yang Xiaoming was a little angry, “Gu Yan, if you keep forcing him, then tie your Uncle Yang up. Take him away.”

I could no longer say anything, but stubbornly refused to let go. In a stalemate, the heartbreaking cry of Yang Xiaoming’s daughter-in-law could be heard coming from the ward. Yang Xiaoming’s body jolted.

Feeling hopeless, I dropped to the ground.

Today, Yang Xiaoming’s grandson fell into a coma and had to be rescued for an entire night before he could get out of danger. The doctor said the bone marrow transplant surgery was imminent, otherwise the child’s condition would be extremely dire.

At this point, my life has reached a point where I can’t die even if I wanted to.