"Ah!" Tang Jiajia was greatly shocked. How could the cat actually speak human language?

Tang Yi went home intending to pack a few clothes before heading back to the hospital to be with his wife. He had just opened the closet and hadn't even grabbed two pieces of clothing when he heard his daughter shout. He could only rush downstairs to check on her, where he saw her hugging her knees, her hair disheveled, and her eyes darting around.

"Can you please stop making a scene? Your mother was hospitalized because of this, do you want to get me hospitalized too?"

"No." Tang Jiajia saw Tang Yi and ran to his side as if she had seen hope. "That cat can talk. It just talked to me. It's true. I'm not lying to you."

"Where did our cat come from?" Tang Yi didn't believe his daughter at all, thinking she was just talking nonsense again, trying to get his attention.

This kind of thing has happened before, but I just didn't pay attention to it then. Now that I think about it, I've spoiled my daughter too much. If I had corrected myself earlier, maybe none of this would have happened.

“It was a black cat that Mom let in through the window. It was about this big, and its eyes were terrifyingly green.” Tang Jiajia said, gesturing with her hands. “When it left, it said something to me, saying that I got what I deserved. It was so scary that the cat could talk.”

Tang Yi raised his hand and touched his daughter's head, which was a little feverish: "You're having an attack. Come with me to the hospital for an IV drip. Cats can't talk; you're just imagining things."

"No, Dad, I really heard it." Tang Jiajia explained again, but when she saw that he didn't believe her, she finally understood how Zhang Jinping usually felt when she wronged him.

Tang Yi, unable to bear it any longer, slapped his daughter: "Wake up! Cats can't talk. Stop thinking nonsense."

Tang Jiajia covered her slapped face with her hand: "I just heard the cat talking, I wasn't talking nonsense, why don't you believe me?"

Tang Yi, as a university professor, didn't believe in ghosts or spirits at all, let alone the idea of ​​a talking cat; to him, it was utter nonsense. His daughter was clearly talking rubbish; had she really lost her mind?

Thinking back to what the doctor said before I was discharged from the hospital, that the brain undergoes significant changes after being stimulated, and that these changes will become more and more pronounced over time, going beyond just memory loss.

"Come with me to the hospital." Tang Yi took his daughter's hand and started to walk out.

Tang Jiajia struggled a few times but couldn't break free. He pulled her outside in one go and got her into a taxi to the hospital. The wind was biting cold, and she was only wearing a thin sweater. She was shivering from the cold, and her mind slowly calmed down.

Since Tang Yi doesn't believe cats can talk, why is she so obsessed? Bringing her to the hospital is simply to have the doctor examine her and see if she has any mental problems.

"Dad, I was just talking nonsense. I don't need to go to the hospital." Tang Jiajia said as they approached the hospital, not wanting to be ridiculed by the doctor any longer.

Tang Yi frowned: "If this happens again, I'll take you to the neurology department for a checkup. I'll go to the hospital to be with your mother later; you can take a taxi home by yourself. And don't forget what I told you before." Seeing that his daughter's face was pale from the cold, he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. They arrived at the hospital just in time, paid the fare, and told the driver to take the taxi back. He watched the taxi drive away until it was out of sight before turning back to the hospital.

Tang Jiajia gazed out the window, unsure of what to do next. Was she destined to repeat the same mistakes she made for the rest of her life?