My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

The boy next to him was quite embarrassed.

“My grandmother sometimes gets confused and talks nonsense. These words have no logic, so please don’t take them to heart.”

The young man offered his advice.

Chen Anshui didn't take it to heart and calmly said, "This isn't your grandmother's fault. By the way, did your grandmother ever lose a child?"

A member of the Shen family from the same village walked up ahead. Seeing an unfamiliar face, he asked the boy curiously, "Why did you bring outsiders back? Did you report to the village chief?"

The young man rolled his eyes speechlessly and waved his hand dismissively: "What era are we living in? Do we have to report to the village chief to bring a guest home? Alright, alright, we young people don't buy into this. Uncle, don't worry about it."

The man called Uncle Shen gave Chen Anshui a deep look: "You young people just don't listen to the advice of the older generation. You'll regret it in the future."

The young man ignored all of this and, after exchanging a few pleasantries, led Chen Anshui home.

Chen Anshui carefully observed the feng shui layout of the streets and alleys along the way, and asked the young man as they walked, "Your fellow clansman just said that you have to report to the village chief when you bring guests back? Is this also a rule in your village?"

The young man, caught off guard, replied directly, "It's the old rule. It's said that in the past, guests had to report in advance and the village chief had to give permission before they could enter Shenjia Village. But now it's a new era, who still follows these old rules? People have gradually stopped caring about these trivial matters. Only the older folks like to nitpick over these minor details."

Looking at Grandma Shen, who was tightly embracing the memorial tablet, Chen Anshui said meaningfully, "The rules here are quite unique."

The young man looked annoyed and quite disgusted: "I hated these messy rules when I was a kid. Luckily, young people don't follow them anymore, otherwise living in a village where they care about even the smallest things would drive you crazy."

They returned home, where the boy's parents had not yet returned. The young man settled his grandmother in and invited Chen Anshui to sit down and rest in the living room.

After serving the brewed tea, the young man took out the medicine and handed it to his grandmother: "Grandma, it's time to take your medicine."

Grandma Shen looked at the pills, counting them one by one, her eyes filled with confusion and unease.

"The medicine...the medicine is here! That's great, I have the medicine!" After a moment of confusion, Grandma Shen suddenly laughed, her beaming face making it seem as if she were holding gold, not pills.

The young man had no choice but to explain, "My grandmother has a mental illness and needs to take medication to calm her down, so that she won't lose control of her emotions and do anything."

Chen Anshui expressed his understanding.

"Are these medications for treating mental illnesses and Alzheimer's disease?" Chen Anshui asked curiously.

"Yes," the young man answered truthfully. "My mother is a neurologist at the hospital, so my grandmother's illness is barely under control. At least she can still take care of herself, eat, bathe, and so on..."

That's already pretty good. If you were completely paralyzed in bed, that would be truly torturous.

The young man urged his grandmother to take her medicine quickly. Grandma Shen took the medicine, secretly slipped it into her pocket, and shook her head, saying, "This medicine is so precious, how can I just take it like that! I can't take it, I have to save it..."

The young man was already getting impatient and urged, "If you don't eat it, I won't give you these medicines next time. Hurry up and eat it! Otherwise, you won't get any dinner tonight!"

The threat worked; Grandma Shen was intimidated. She pouted, looking aggrieved, and reluctantly took out the medicine, gritting her teeth as she asked him, "Do I really have to take it? Can't I save it?"

The young man, looking impatient, slammed his hand on the table and urged her, "Eat up! Don't leave a single piece!"

Grandma Shen nodded reluctantly, put the medicine in her mouth, and chewed it carefully like she was chewing candy.

The bitter taste of the medicine made her face scrunch up. The young man immediately poured her a glass of water: "Here, take the medicine down with water!"

Grandma Shen drank some water before she could barely swallow the medicine.

After taking her medicine, Grandma Shen looked at him expectantly: "I've already taken my medicine, shouldn't you give me some more? I've been very obedient, haven't I? Why aren't you giving me any more medicine?"

The young man was quite experienced in dealing with this mentally unstable grandmother, and went along with her words: "It's not time to give it to you yet, I'll give it to you in a few hours."

Grandma Shen urged anxiously, "Can't you give it to me now? I really need those medicines right now!"

"Not now. Be good and go back to sleep, or you won't even get your medicine."

Grandma Shen snorted, angrily scolded him for lying, and turned to go back to her room to sleep.

Chen Anshui looked at Grandma Shen thoughtfully: "She seems particularly attached to medicine. Is it because she was short of medicine when she was sick before?"

The young man frowned upon hearing this and said uncertainly, "My dad mentioned that my grandfather had a serious illness when he was young, and he almost died because he couldn't afford medicine. Ever since then, my grandmother has had a mental illness. She always feels uneasy without medicine and always tries to hide it."

Chen Anshui asked, "Then where is your grandfather...?"

"My grandfather has passed away."

Chen Anshui felt embarrassed and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

The young man didn't seem to care: "It's nothing, it's not like it's something that can't be mentioned. It's just that after Grandpa passed away, Grandma's illness got worse, and she keeps muttering about something to lie to her."

Footsteps sounded outside the door. A woman in a white coat rode in on a small electric scooter and stopped in the middle of the courtyard. She went inside and was somewhat surprised to see a guest.

"Ah Ming, why didn't you tell us in advance that we had guests coming?" Shen Ming's mother frowned slightly, looking at Chen Anshui with suspicion.

Chen Anshui stood up to greet them and introduced himself: "I was hired to investigate the haunting of your Shen family ancestral hall. I met Grandma Shen on my way to the investigation, so I came here specifically to ask about the situation. I apologize for disturbing your peace and quiet."

The woman in the white coat curled her lip, looking disgusted: "Don't give me that nonsense. What do you want to investigate?"

The woman took off her white coat and poured herself a glass of water.

She's a doctor, and her workdays are tiring enough, so when guests come to her home, she doesn't bother to greet them. Her impolite attitude could even be described as rude.

However, Chen Anshui didn't care about any of that.

"I'd like to ask, what triggered Grandma Shen's behavior? Why does she keep hugging a memorial tablet and crying inexplicably? It must be a psychological issue. What exactly caused her to act this way? Could you tell me in detail?"

Shen Ming's mother looked annoyed: "How would I know? Those old people have a lot of things to do in the past, and I'm not one to pry. If you can find out, then do it yourself. Asking me is pointless; I really don't know."

After saying that, she slammed down her water glass, stood up, and left immediately, not wanting to stay a moment longer.

Shen Ming, on the contrary, seemed a little embarrassed.

"Sorry, that's just my mom's temper. She's not usually this irritable; she probably saw too many mental patients at the hospital today and is in a bad mood." (End of Chapter)