Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

After saying that, Sha Zhu turned and ran towards his neighbor's house.

After a while, he came back pushing a shabby cart.

Jia Zhang was carefully lifted off the carriage and placed on a cart.

Then, he coaxed Jia Zhang: "We will take you to a nice place, where there are delicious food and fun things to do. Just follow us obediently, okay?"

Sha Zhu and Qin Huairu pushed the cart side by side on the road leading to the Bajiaoting Mental Hospital.

The night breeze was cool, ruffling the corners of their clothes, but it could not blow away the heaviness in their hearts.

Sha Zhu turned his head to look at Qin Huairu from time to time, his eyes full of concern and worry.

"Don't worry too much, Mom will definitely get better." Sha Zhu tried to comfort Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu forced a smile and said, "I know. I believe she will be fine. But when I think of her being there alone, I..."

Her voice choked up and tears welled up in her eyes.

Seeing this, Sha Zhu felt even more upset.

He reached out and gently held Qin Huairu's hand, saying, "You still have me. No matter what happens, I will be by your side."

Qin Huairu felt the warmth in Sha Zhu's palm, and the fear and anxiety in her heart seemed to subside a little.

She held Shazhu's hand tightly, as if trying to draw strength from it.

The two men pushed the cart and walked along one stretch of road after another.

Finally, they arrived at the Bajiaoting Mental Hospital.

The hospital door was closed, exuding an eerie atmosphere.

Qin Huairu and Sha Zhu looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.

They carefully carried Jia Zhang into the hospital. The doctor gave Jia Zhang a preliminary examination and then told them solemnly: "The patient's condition is very serious, and she has severe symptoms of mental disorder. She needs treatment, but the effectiveness of the treatment is still uncertain."

Qin Huairu felt flustered when she heard this.

Looking at her mother-in-law, Jia Zhang, lying on the hospital bed, her eyes were full of helplessness and fear.

He held Sha Zhu's hand tightly, as if trying to find a little support from it.

"Then...what should we do?" Qin Huairu asked in a trembling voice.

The doctor sighed and said, "Currently, we have two treatment options. One is drug treatment, but it is expensive and the effect may not be significant. The other is electrotherapy, which is more painful but relatively cheap. You can choose according to your financial situation."

The night was as dark as ink. Qin Huairu and Sha Zhu stood in front of the door of the mental hospital. The doctor's words echoed in their ears like a cold wind, piercing their hearts.

Qin Huairu bit her lower lip tightly, knowing that her family’s financial situation could not afford the high cost of treatment.

We can only choose temporary conservative treatment and hope that there will be a turn for the better in the future.

Looking at Qin Huairu, Sha Zhu's eyes were full of heartache.

He knew Qin Huairu's inner struggle and helplessness, and he also couldn't accept his mother lying on the hospital bed like this.

But he knew better that all they could do now was to try their best to take care of Jia Zhang and wait for better treatment opportunities.

The two of them returned to the courtyard silently. The courtyard seemed particularly quiet in the night.

Qin Huairu pushed open the gate and saw neighbors gathering around her, asking about Jia Zhang's situation with concern.

"The situation is not good and she needs to be hospitalized. We will send her to conservative treatment first, and when her financial situation improves in the future, we will switch to a better treatment plan for her."

Upon hearing this, the neighbors expressed their sympathy and support.

Some said they wanted to help look after the house, and some said they wanted to lend Qin Huairu money for emergency.

Qin Huairu looked at everyone with gratitude. She knew that she was not alone in this courtyard.

In the following days, Qin Huairu and Sha Zhu took turns to take care of Jia Zhang in the hospital.

Although exhausted, he always stayed by Jia Zhang's side.

Although Jia Zhang was unconscious, she would smile lovingly in the occasional moments of clarity, as if she knew that the children were giving everything for her.

In the Bagua Pavilion Mental Hospital, Jia Zhang slowly opened her eyes after a long sleep.

Her surroundings were unfamiliar, and the restraints that bound her caused her extreme discomfort and confusion.

I struggled to get up, but found myself unable to move and could only helplessly cry out for help.

"Let me go! What are you doing? Let me go!" Jia Zhang's cries echoed in the empty ward, but no one responded.

Her heart was filled with fear. She didn't know why she was here, nor did she know what these people wanted to do to her.

Just then, a nurse came in.

Looking at Jia Zhang, he said indifferently: "It's time for massage therapy."

As she spoke, she began to perform the so-called "massage therapy" on Jia Zhang.

Jia Zhang felt a sharp pain and wanted to struggle, but found that she was completely powerless to resist.

I could only endure this endless pain, tears streaming down my eyes.

In extreme pain, she gradually lost consciousness.

Time passes quickly like running water, and the end of the year is approaching.

The residents in the courtyard began to get busy, preparing New Year's goods, cleaning, and welcoming the arrival of the New Year.

However, Qin Huairu and Sha Zhu had no time to take care of these.

Every day he rushed between the hospital and the courtyard to take care of the sick Jia Zhang.

Sha Zhu looked at Qin Huairu's increasingly haggard face and felt heartbroken.

He knew that Qin Huairu had paid too much for Jia Zhang, but he was powerless to do anything.

I can only accompany her silently and give her spiritual support.

Qin Huairu also knows how difficult it is for Sha Zhu.

Sha Zhu has given a lot to this family, but she can't repay him.

I can only turn the gratitude in my heart into motivation and work harder to take care of Jia Zhang.

On the last day of the year, the residents of the courtyard gathered together to celebrate the arrival of the new year with laughter and joy.

But the festive atmosphere did not completely infect Qin Huairu's family.

Banggeng, the once naughty child, was now standing under the eaves, watching other children laughing and playing, with a feeling of loss in his heart.

Because of his family's financial situation, he could not look forward to New Year's gifts and goods like other children.

Just then, Fade Chen came in from outside the yard.

Seeing Banggeng’s lonely figure, he walked over and wanted to comfort him.

"Bang Geng, what's wrong? You look unhappy." Fade Chen asked gently.

Bang Geng bit his lip and whispered, "I want to buy New Year's goods, but my family has no money..."

Fade Chen sighed, knowing the plight of Qin Huairu's family.

But he also has his own principles and cannot give money to children casually.

So, he thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I'm going to go shopping, you come with me, and I'll help you pick out some cheap New Year goods."

Banggeng's eyes lit up when he heard this, but then dimmed again.

He shook his head and said, "No, I have to go to the hospital to take care of grandma."

Chen Fei's heart moved, Banggeng was a filial child.

I patted Banggeng's shoulder and said, "Then you should take good care of grandma. I will bring you some delicious food."

At this moment, He Yushui came out of the house, saw Chen Fei and said, "Brother Chen Fei, I want to go to the street with you too."