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Chapter 8 Detained Woman Goes Mad

20xx. 02.18
The plan for a year is in spring, and the plan for a day is in the morning.

I woke up at [-]am but the room was very dark and I was using the shade curtains so I couldn't see if it was sunny or not.

Xiao is still in bed, he stayed up late last night.

My son hasn't started school yet, so he doesn't need to get up so early.This is also quite happy for the parents. They don't have to get up early to make breakfast, and they don't have to rush their children to go to school.

Everything seemed to be peaceful, but this tranquility was broken by the sudden ringing of the mobile phone, which was Xiao's mobile phone.

"Is there something wrong?" My heart became very sensitive, and I especially liked to pay attention to Xiao's phone call.

Xiao quickly answered the phone, it was from Fei, only to hear Fei's urgent voice from the other end of the phone.

"At about three o'clock in the morning today, the detained woman suddenly went crazy. She was sent to the hospital for examination, and it was found that she had a tumor in her head. She made a fuss, and she was given a sedative before it subsided temporarily. .”

After Xiao finished listening, he sat up on the bed in shock and asked:

"What's going on? The detention is about to end, why did she make such a fuss? Isn't she very strong, how could she go crazy?"

"I don't know, maybe it's due to her personality. I heard that her family background is not bad, she has a decent job, and she is usually very proud. She was taken away at work that day, and she may have been hit. In short, she suddenly Become crazy."

"Then what should we do? It has nothing to do with us, right? She was arrested for falsely accusing us, and we didn't do anything to her." Xiao said, quickly disregarding the relationship and stating his position.

"Don't worry, of course it has nothing to do with us. She was falsely accusing us. I'll go find out the situation and talk about it later."

Xiao got out of bed anxiously, muttering: "What does it have to do with me?"

I feel like I'm really going crazy, how on earth am I going to live this day?
Everything that happened seems to have nothing to do with us, and it seems to have something to do with us.

At night, I finally got a call from Fei.

"The woman's condition is still under control. She is very fussy. We are going to arrange to send her to a mental hospital."

"Uh……"

"I heard that after she got married, she had no children. She had a bit of a temper, and she always had trouble with her husband. She got divorced last year, and her mood was probably affected. In addition, there was some unhappiness between you and his father, but it stands to reason that her father does not pursue you There is no need for her to make trouble." Fei continued.

So, my family really met unreasonable people.

I looked online for information about psychotic episodes --

Mental disorders are a class of complex brain diseases. Their occurrence and development may be related to biological factors such as genetics, neural circuits, and neurodevelopmental abnormalities. They are also affected by environmental factors and are the result of biological-psychological-social interactions.

Although the content of this piece of information is not much, it is enough to understand the basic root cause of this chronic illness.

It seems that there are reasons and consequences for everything you do.

This woman's behavior must have been affected by some negative energy accumulated in the past:

For Mr. Zhang's sudden behavior, Mr. Zhang chose to forgive.

She went to sue, but was stopped by old man Zhang.

Then he was imprisoned for falsely accusing the police.

Married - no children - quarreled - divorced - arrested - head tumor.

This series of changes will originally cause too much psychological burden on oneself. When the brain cannot bear it, uncontrollable thinking will inevitably occur, and thinking determines behavior.

For the usually arrogant person, these are nothing more than shocking, hitting her face and her proud psychology.

In short, everything has become the source of her mental breakdown.

I sat quietly on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, and slowly thinking about everything.

The weather is gradually warming up, and my heart is gradually cooling down.

I went to the Buddhist altar to offer incense, put my hands together, and stood quietly in front of the Buddha for a long time, trying to calm down my chaotic thoughts in the slowly floating incense mist.

(End of this chapter)