Chu Yu almost forgot about Jiang Meifeng. Come to think of it, Jiang Meifeng has been hospitalized for quite some time now. She wondered if the treatment at the mental hospital had helped her.

Chu Yu's company was not far from the mental hospital, so she left work early and rode her bicycle there.

This mental hospital has a bit of a sanatorium feel to it. These days, there aren't many patients in mental hospitals. Many families are afraid of losing face, so even if a family member has mental problems, they won't send them to the hospital.

Moreover, the cost of a mental hospital is not something that ordinary families can afford.

The receptionist remembered Chu Yu and said from afar, "Miss Zhou is here? Your grandmother has been talking about you."

"Oh? What is she talking about me about?"

The receptionist gave an awkward smile. Jiang Meifeng's complaints about Chu Yu were naturally not good. She either cursed Chu Yu as a little bitch or said that she was a jinx, bringing bad luck to her father and brothers, causing them to leave for distant places and never return.

"She's been acting strangely lately, sometimes lucid and sometimes rambling. Yesterday she said she was a heavenly soldier, working at the gates of Buddha, and that she was a phoenix reincarnated from heaven. She also said that America was going to attack and that she was a sentinel of America..."

Chu Yu smiled and slipped a hundred yuan to the receptionist. The young receptionist was flattered and stared at the large sum of money, unsure of what to do.

"No, Miss Zhou, this is too much..."

Chu Yu patted her shoulder, "I'll leave you my phone number. Let me know if anything happens to my grandma."

Every day, the receptionist hears Jiang Meifeng scolding Zhou Chuyu and sees Chuyu's attitude towards Jiang Meifeng. She knows that the grandmother and granddaughter do not get along. Although Chuyu provides Jiang Meifeng with good food and drink, it is just a formality. If he really wanted to take care of her, he could have taken her home and hired a few nannies. Wouldn't that be better than keeping her here?

What kind of place is a mental hospital? Staying there for too long will drive you crazy, even if you don't go insane.

The receptionist was perceptive; she knew what Chu Yu wanted to know and immediately said:

"Don't worry, I'll tell you everything. I think she was just pretending when she first came; she wasn't crazy at all. But after being locked up for a few months, her mind is definitely a bit muddled. I reckon she'll go completely insane in less than six months."

Chu Yu smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. This receptionist was indeed clever, but being too clever wasn't always a good thing. One also needed to know how to speak and keep secrets.

Chu Yu walked to Jiang Meifeng's ward.

Ever since the doctor discovered that Jiang Meifeng would go crazy and attack others, he arranged a private room for her, and Chu Yu tacitly agreed to it.

In a mental hospital, a single room is not as good as a multi-person room. At least in a multi-person room, you can talk to someone, even if the other person is crazy. It's better to have someone to talk to than no one to talk to.

A private room is different.

A person spends an entire day facing a wall.

Mental hospitals aren't that advanced yet; they don't take patients out to exercise, participate in activities, or sunbathe.

To save time, doctors often keep patients locked in their rooms. If they don't cooperate, they won't let them out for days. Jiang Meifeng was locked up for more than ten days.

For the past ten days or so, Jiang Meifeng has been cursing at the air, occasionally kicking the bed, throwing things, shouting and cursing, saying that she is not sick and asking the doctor to let her out.

At this point, she often receives even more ruthless treatment from doctors.

Through the window of the ward, Chu Yu's gaze fell on Jiang Meifeng. After not seeing her for a long time, Jiang Meifeng's skin was much whiter and her wrinkles were shallower. He had to admit that living in a mental hospital made her look at least five years younger.

But her eyes were vacant, and she kept staring blankly at one spot. Chu Yu called her several times before she turned around.

Jiang Meifeng stared at Chu Yu for a while, her gaze gradually focusing, then she suddenly lunged forward, grabbed the steel bar of the viewing port, and screamed frantically:

“Zhou Chuyu! You little bitch! You’ve finally come to see me! Tell them I’m not sick at all, I’m not crazy, I was just pretending to be crazy to escape the police. Go tell them to let me out! I want to go back to Zhoujia Village, I want to find Jian’an, I want to find Chu Fei! You little bitch, you have no right to lock me up! If your father knew you treated me like this, he would definitely kill you!”

Chu Yu laughed. Jiang Meifeng was quite strong. Most people would have lost their minds after being locked up for a few months, but she was still able to recognize Chu Yu's face and remember things from the past. She was truly remarkable.

"Alright, old lady, your son isn't capable of killing me. He couldn't before, he can't now, and he certainly can't in the future! Besides, he ran away to Hong Kong, and I doubt he'll dare to return to the mainland anytime soon. Even if he does, he'll be a wanted criminal."

"You're talking nonsense! My son isn't a wanted criminal. My daughter did it. My son knows nothing about it!"

While Zhou Fangchun was certainly despicable, Chu Yu also felt quite sorry for her having a mother like Jiang Meifeng.

"Alright, what exactly did you call me here for?"

"I want to leave! I don't want to stay in Beijing anymore, I want to go back to my hometown!"

“Go back to your hometown? I don’t understand. Back then, you asked Zhou Jian’an to kick the four of us out of the house so you could come to Beijing and live a better life. Now, I’ve left you in Beijing, but you want to go back to your hometown. You old lady, you’re really hard to please.”

Chu Yu's casual words provoked Jiang Meifeng, who, like an angry trapped beast, shook the steel bar violently.

"You're talking nonsense! You've locked me up in a mental hospital, what kind of good life is that!"

"Isn't this a good life? You have no worries about food or drink, and you have free medical care. You could live here for the rest of your life without paying rent. Many people dream of such a life but can't live it. And you, I'm giving you such a good life, and you don't even appreciate it."

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