My House of Horrors

The Third Mental Illness Rehabilitation Centre, built 23 years ago, was the first private mental illness treatment facility in Jiujiang.

It can already be seen by name that they are not formal psychiatric hospitals, but only a rehabilitation centre.

The rehabilitation centre has three buildings, the first of which is much cheaper than a regular hospital, although the accommodation environment is extremely poor.

The second ward charges one fifth more than the regular hospital and is staffed with specialist care and duty doctors.

The third ward is dedicated to a small number of patients and is extremely expensive and several times more expensive than ordinary wards.

As can be seen from the notes left by the director, the rehabilitation centre was completely different when it was first established, when the third ward was not only a closed area, but also the most expensive and environmentally preferable part of the entire rehabilitation centre.

For about three months, the rehabilitation centre welcomed a special patient.

The Dean had documented the scene in detail, and in his mind the day should have been a turning point.

A sedan with a provincial license plate entered the hospital, and two men dragged a sophisticated, beautiful pregnant woman out of the back of the car.

The director received them personally and learned after questioning that the woman was suffering from a serious mental illness.

For reasons of physical safety of pregnant women, the Dean refused to accept each other.

The man, not surprised, paid ten times the hospitalization fee for the advanced ward and told the director that he would pay a one-time six-month advance.

Looking at the cash on the table, the director and several doctors were a little enthusiastic, and when the rehabilitation centre opened, the general ward was overcrowded and the rooms in the third ward were mostly empty. After all, most patients who are not short of money still opt for regular hospitals for treatment.

On the advice of the doctor, the director proceeded with the hospitalization of the pregnant woman and placed her in room 3 of ward III.

When it was determined that the pregnant woman had arrived safely, the man left his number with the doctor, claiming to be the husband of the pregnant woman, but when the dean wanted to see both marriage certificates, the man could not take them out.

With the money collected, the matter was settled. Even if the director wanted to repent, all he could do was take care of the pregnant woman.

After a doctor's diagnosis, a pregnant woman does suffer from mental illness, which is a typical symptom of bipolar disorder, never communicates with people, sometimes crying alone, sometimes furious, smashing everything she sees, and even hurting herself.

In order to protect her, the hospital deliberately wrapped the furniture in room three in a thick cotton cloth.

The woman's condition was precarious, and because she was pregnant and most of the medicines were unavailable, doctors had to turn to her for psychological counselling.

More than three months later, with the expected date of delivery approaching, the director specializes in finding several nurses to guard the ward for 24 hours.

I don't know if it's because the baby is about to be born that awakens the motherhood of a crazy woman, or if the doctor's treatment works.

Pregnant women are no longer insane, and most of the time they are not allowed to come near them, just touching their stomachs and sitting alone in a low bed talking to themselves.

Four months later, when the baby was born, the condition of the pregnant woman improved markedly.

The director and the doctor at the rehabilitation centre were relieved and called the pregnant woman's husband on the same day, but they made several phone calls in a row and no one answered them.

They had a bad feeling in their minds and went to examine men's identity cards and found that all of them were false.

After discussion, the director and the doctor decided to call the police once the prepaid money had been spent and if the man had not come yet. Given the woman's condition, they didn't tell the woman about it.

The pregnant woman did not know the news. After the birth of the child, she seemed to have regained hope for life, started actively cooperating with the treatment, and from time to time she would ask for information about her husband, who she felt would come to pick her up when she was well.

But after six months of waiting, all the pre-paid hospitalization fees were spent, and the man was like missing and never showed up again.

Different voices have gradually emerged in hospitals, and some doctors and nurses have recommended sending pregnant women away, taking care of them over a period of time and effort.

The director couldn't bear to wait any longer, but the nurse who cared for the woman lived accidentally leaked her mouth.

The woman asked to speak to her husband on her own initiative, and the microphone was frozen with mechanical synthesis, and the number had been suspended.

Before sending women to rehabilitation centres for treatment, women seemed to have reached an agreement with men, which was now torn apart and made worse for women who were already ill themselves.

She started to be hostile to the people around her, like she was lost in a dark maze and couldn't walk out.

To prevent a sick woman from harming her newborn child, the doctor separates her from the baby.

Women are insane, unable to communicate, babies are small, and the hospital cannot afford to take their place.

They are also actively treating women, seeking information from the man through the woman to make up for the cost of follow-up treatment and hospitalization.

No one can imagine that this treatment was for three years, when women's children grew up in psychiatric hospitals, where they learned to speak and walk.

Zero to three years of age, known as infancy, is the most efficient period of learning in a person's life and the key period for shaping basic knowledge of things.

Women's children have gone through the most important three years in this distorted and morbid environment.

Prepaid money had long been spent, doctors and nurses were now obliged to take care of them. A day or two was good to say, over time, more and more people began to complain, and even the sight of the child had become complicated.

Crazy mothers live in wards, and one of the most common things kids have done in the last three years is to be picked up by doctors and nurses, follow the window on the door to ward three, and look through the door panel at the woman inside.

After a long time, after the child learns to walk, he sometimes runs outside ward three, looking at the door several times his height.

Day after day, children of the same age are accompanied by their families and the world is full of colour.

The child's vision of the world was somewhat deformed, with cold white hues occupying most of his memories, and gradually he was behaving differently from ordinary children.

Unconsciously, Chan Gong turned to the end, and the blank paper was like a personal diary of the Dean: "This child is even scarier than what I experienced when I was a child. ”

He thought he had played with human head models and dismantled plastic bones when he was a kid, but he didn't think there was anything worse than him.

Drop the blank paper and Chan Gong looks at the unsent letters.

There are no stamps, no signatures on the envelope, it looks yellow and worn, it should have been written many years ago and never sent out.

In chronological order, Chen Gong will open several letters.

The first letter was written 20 years ago, when a woman's child was only two years old.

“Dr. Chen, I've never seen such a smart child before. I can't imagine how quickly he learned everything. ”

“Born in a place neglected by the normal world, living in a morbid environment, should I send him away? ”

“The kid was definitely a genius when he grew up, but his performance is disturbing. ”

“Ever since he learned to speak, he has always liked to speak to himself, just like his mother. No, it's more like he's communicating with something we can't see. ”

“The doctor and the nurse on duty were busy, except I had never taught him to speak, but I could always hear strange words in his mouth. ”

“Did he learn that by eavesdropping on doctors and patients? Or is there something to teach him? ”

“I am a materialist, but what happened to this child shakes me a little. It is rumored that in infancy, children can see things that adults cannot see. Is this all true? ”