After a whole full minute, Doctor Pei finally spoke. He looked at Jiang Xiaohu on the bed, and his expression was curious.
"From how I see it, the whole family is sick, and I don't mean it in a demeaning way—that's just my professional prognosis." Doctor Pei stood up and walked around the bed. "Three years ago, Jiang Xiaohu's mother came with his sister for his illness. I can remember that day like the back of my hand. His mother's name is Zhang Chuyu. She was very pretty, and she wore a thick mist of perfume.
"From head to toe, there were many branded clothes, but I couldn't feel a trace of happiness. She was thinking about something because she kept spacing out during our conversation. After a brief conversation, I had a rudimentary understanding of the family's situation.
"The sister, Jiang Bai, suffered from paranoia. She felt like everyone was out to kill her, like everyone was a murderer.
