Chapter 253

A silent atmosphere surrounded the room. The water ripples on the teacup reflected Victor's heavy breathing. Cobblepot just mechanically held the water cup and poured water into his mouth, not caring whether the freshly boiled water was hot or not.

"When she was a mental patient, she could hurt you unscrupulously because she didn't know who you were, nor did she know who she was."

"But when she became a mother again, no mother could accept everything she had done..."

"Perhaps, she has always wanted me to leave." Cobblepot's tone became somewhat numb: "When she had an episode, she threw everything she could pick up at me, telling me to get out..."

"But I couldn't leave, I couldn't leave her." Cobblepot's voice began to tremble again: "No matter what, I couldn't leave her, she is my mom."

Victor closed his eyes, and heavy breathing came from between his nose and mouth. Schiller also sighed lightly and said: "When I prescribed medicine for you before, I suggested that you move to a new apartment. Changing an environment is conducive to the patient starting a new stage of treatment and recovery."

Cobblepot shook his head, tears flashing with fine luster in the dim light as he moved. He said: "She is not willing to go."

"Why?"

Cobblepot's hands tightly grasped the water cup, and blue veins protruded from the back of his hands.

"Because of my father."

"According to my mother, she met my father on this street. My father brought her back here, met his family, they ate dinner, drank sweet wine, and chatted by the fireplace together..."

"My uncle sang, and the rest of the people laughed and let them dance..."

Accompanied by the somewhat hoarse voice, the fire of the fireplace rose, and the figures gathered around the sofa lively. Someone took wine, someone brought fruit plates, and when a folk song was sung, everyone clapped their hands one after another.

A pair of young men and women walked to the center of the room. They danced, their clothes fluttering. When the song ended, they held hands, accepted the praise and blessings of their family, and then walked into the church holding hands.

No anti-theft

Until one of the hands touched the name on the tombstone, in the cold rainy night, only a crazy woman was left spinning in this gloomy and rotten old house, and only the sound of rain sang for her.

"After my father died, my mother attributed all this to him not bringing an umbrella on that rainy night. So, she often turned out everything in the house, wanting to find an umbrella."

"But if I really gave her an umbrella, she would scream and scold and smash the umbrella with a chair. She said there was a curse on it, she said we were all cursed..."

"How long this situation has been, I can't remember..."

"At the beginning, she would pull me to tell their stories all night long. Later, she stayed silently in the corner of the living room every night, turning the cabinet that had been turned out countless times by her..."

"Whenever I wanted to stop her, she would attack me. Later, as long as I returned to this house, she would let me get out..."

"When she began to become clear, I was very happy. I thought this kind of day was about to end, but I didn't expect..."

Cobblepot covered his face with both hands, his shoulders kept twitching, and that kind of choking that could not make a sound sounded more like the cry of an owl. In such a heavy atmosphere, it was funny enough to make people want to laugh.

Just like this, it was dawn, and a sharper phone ringing sounded. Schiller picked up the mobile phone and said: "Is that so? She woke up?... Alright, we'll be there right away..."

When walking out of the Cobblepot old house, it was just when the sun rose from the horizon. The rain that fell all night made the air filled with rich water vapor, which was blown cooler by the morning wind. When sucked into the lungs, it felt like swallowing many ice cubes.

The car drove to the hospital. When the three got off the car, Gordon had already walked out, somewhat helplessly saying: "You guys hurry in, she is making a big scene."

After going upstairs, before entering the ward, I saw a nurse standing outside the ward door, one hand carrying an infusion bottle, one hand carrying the infusion soft tube and needle, the needle was full of fresh blood, and another older nurse was about to walk in. Victor pulled them and asked: "What is this?"

That young nurse sighed and said: "This lady just woke up and pulled out all the infusion needles stuck on her hand, bleeding a lot. She also smashed people with the infusion bottle rack, we didn't dare to approach."

That old nurse probed inside and said: "Must quickly subdue her, her hand is still bleeding, later the wound collapses, it will be even harder to handle."

At this time, a burst of footsteps came from the stairs next to it. Brand brought a group of nurses over. He waved his hand and said: "Use sedative."

Old Mrs. Cobblepot in the room was like a demon, no matter who approached, she roared and wanted to attack.

But fortunately, she was an old woman after all, and bled a lot, without much strength, soon she was subdued, and then lay on the bed, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Cobblepot walked in the front, Victor and Schiller followed behind. Cobblepot walked to his mother's bed. Old Mrs. Cobblepot turned her eyeballs and looked at her son. Cobblepot saw a kind of guilt and pleading revealed on his mother's aging face.

"Why stop me... Orl..." A dry voice came from her throat. Cobblepot trembled his Adam's apple and could not answer.

"I don't want to stay here anymore... I can't do that anymore, don't stop me..." Old Mrs. Cobblepot began to tremble all over, but could not move, only stiff in place.

Schiller suddenly pushed Cobblepot and said in a low voice: "Show your arm to your mom."

Cobblepot looked back inexplicably. Victor also looked at Schiller, but under Schiller's gaze, Cobblepot still stretched out his arm, and then rolled up his sleeve.

His arm was thin and dry, the skin rough, and the skin color also revealed an abnormal paleness, but there were no wounds on it.

Schiller stood by the bed and said to Old Mrs. Cobblepot: "Madam, you suffer from catatonic schizophrenia. You fantasized that you attacked your son when you had an episode, but we used medicine, and now you have become clear."

Old Mrs. Cobblepot was stunned. She grabbed her son's wrist with her eagle-like claws, and then tried hard to turn over, using the other hand to rub Cobblepot's arm.

That place was indeed very smooth, and there were not even any scars left. The lizard serum healing medicine manufactured by Connors was not just simple treatment of external wounds, but could even make the scars left by wounds heal completely.

Cobblepot felt his mother's arm begin to tremble, and then he heard her sobbing sound. I don't know if it was because of guilt or celebration.

"Mom didn't want to do that, I didn't want to do that..."

"You didn't do that." Schiller's tone was as certain as if he was not lying at all. Even Victor rubbed his eyes, doubting whether the Cobblepot covered in wounds he saw before was an illusion.

"Yes..." Cobblepot grabbed his mother's hand and said: "That was all a fantasy, it was because you didn't take medicine on time, mom, as long as you are treated in the hospital and take medicine, this kind of thing won't happen..."

Old Mrs. Cobblepot was already crying out of breath. Brand outside the door sighed and said: "You guys should leave here first, the patient needs rest."

Old Mrs. Cobblepot grabbed her son's hand tightly. Cobblepot could not leave. Only Schiller and Victor came to the ward door.

The morning sunlight shone into the room through the window. The door frame became a picture frame. Schiller and Victor stood in a golden background.

Victor touched his lips with his fingers. Schiller saw his fingertips trembling. When the emotions accumulated all night erupted, this usually gentle and steady professor looked like he was about to collapse.

His eyes even began to be somewhat out of focus, as if many terrible illusions were bothering him.

"If Nora dies..." Victor's voice sounded like a bowstring that had been broken. He looked at Schiller with eyes like asking for help and said: "... Will I also go crazy like this?"

Schiller could not say that answer, because what he was facing now was a living person, his patient, not some character in a comic or movie.

The familiarity with the plot and the foresight fell here, bringing no superiority that a transmigrator should have, only bringing heavier sorrow.

In this world, everyone has their own tragedy. No answer can become the only solution to tragedy, so there is no savior.

In this city of Cat Getan, some people act in tragedies, some act in comedies, some laugh wildly for tragedies, some shed tears for comedies, some laugh while crying, some cry while laughing.

No one can make everyone cry, and no one can make everyone laugh, not even transmigrators and prophets.

This is Cat Getan, a city that cannot be saved.

The golden background in the picture frame was about to overflow. Suddenly, Victor turned around tremblingly. He walked quickly back to the ward, staring straight at Cobblepot and said: "Follow me, Cobblepot... follow me!"

Cobblepot was pulled by him, stood up from the hospital bed, walked out of the hospital, and the morning light swallowed their figures. I don't know when, Schiller standing by the door also disappeared.

Victor, who walked back into the laboratory, quickly took off his coat covered in water vapor, and then threw it aside.

He stroked Cobblepot's back, pushed him in, and then walked to the experimental bench. He turned to face Cobblepot.

Victor seemed to have lost his usual elegance and gentleness. His face appeared somewhat neurotic and somewhat crazy under the cold light of the laboratory.

"Cobblepot..."

Victor looked at Cobblepot's eyes. Inside were warmth, expectation, and paranoia that ordinary people could hardly understand, which Cobblepot could not understand.

It was not like a teacher looking at a student, but more like a father looking at a son, or rather, more like a person saved from tragedy looking at another tragedy, like a traveler on the boundless snowfield looking at another traveler.

At this time, Cobblepot heard Victor ask him:

"Cobblepot... do you know how water turns into ice?"

---Side note---

Someone can't laugh, I won't say who.