Chiang Qing, who Lu Zhenhua said was living a good life, never felt so miserable. So ti ago, she was indeed in hell, but at least she could still see the light of day.
Now, aside from high walls, she was surrounded by all kinds of crazy patients. She was rely surviving in this hell.
In the eyes of others, she was also a ntal patient, crazy, so they injected her and made her take dicine.
Chiang Qing had been a military doctor, and she had seen psychiatrists before. She knew what these drugs were and that if she took them, her ’madness’ wouldn’t get better; in fact, it would worsen. Yet, these people, just like that Doctor Zhong, said it was for her own good!
How ridiculous!
Even after taking them, she’d end up like those people outside, half-crazy and incoherent, or in a fully mad state, stabbing glass shards into her own abdon?
Chiang Qing dared not take them. She couldn’t take them. She didn’t want to die, not in such a miserable way.
Therefore, she had to act very obedient and quiet to avoid suffering and be able to leave here alive. Once she’s out, she would definitely, definitely make all those who sent her here pay with their lives.
However, not taking the dicine couldn’t stop the injections from being pushed into her body, which left her in a bit of a daze.
How long has she been here? A month? Two months, or even longer? She couldn’t rember.
Why hasn’t anyone co to get her out?
Chiang Qing stared blankly at the window, gazing at the crescent moon outside. The cold moonlight cast on her face was ghastly pale and terrifying.
No one would co to get her out, right? Jiang Conghe, he was the one who sent her in here, that old bastard!
She couldn’t rely on anyone. She had to rely on herself, only herself!
Chiang Qing gripped the iron bars of the window tightly, grinding her teeth.
Lu Shufen woke up with a start from the sofa. Looking at the empty living room, she felt a sweaty forehead. She just dreamt of Qingqing, Qingqing in a hospital room, gripping the iron window, saying she hated her.
How could this be?
She wanted to call Qingqing. She missed her daughter!
The sound of the door opening ca, and voices followed. She turned her head—it was Jiang Conghe, back, talking to Jiang Dafang beside him.
Lu Shufen imdiately erupted in anger!
"At this ti, what’s he doing here?" Lu Shufen pointed at Jiang Dafang and angrily questioned Jiang Conghe.
As soon as she saw Jiang Dafang, she would lose control emotionally, thinking of the deceased ex-wife. This mother and son would always haunt her, making her feel disturbed at the sight.
Because of them, she had suffered so much sha.
Jiang Dafang, seeing this, said, "I should leave now. I’ll co to your office tomorrow!"
"Why leave? What ti is it now? There’s still a lot to discuss with you about the preparations. Stay the night." Jiang Conghe glared at him, then turned a cold eye to Lu Shufen: "This is my ho, also Dafang’s ho. Why can’t he co?"
She and her father are becoming more domineering, less and less concerned with him. Despite today’s changed circumstances, he wasn’t subject to their orders and shouts anymore.
Jiang Dafang kept his composure, with no expression on his face, yet inwardly he was laughing.
The more intense the argunt, the better—it could at least soothe his mother’s spirit in the heavens.
"Jiang Conghe, when did it beco his ho? This is our ho!" Lu Shufen scread.
Jiang Conghe shouted, "This is my ho. I have the right to decide who stays here. This is my son. He has the right to live here." With that, he said to Jiang Dafang, "Co, let’s go upstairs to talk."
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