“The psychiatric patients should go to the psychiatric hospital to avoid harming others. You should know that nowadays, it’s not illegal for mentally ill people to harm others, and others follow suit,” someone suggested.
“Yeah, the specialized medical equipment for treating mental illnesses is more convenient over there,” another person added.
“You should move there for the sake of everyone,” someone else chimed in.
It turned out that the group of people surrounding them wanted Elisa to move out. Hamish’s expression grew increasingly grim, and his hawk-like eyes sent a chilling gaze that made people involuntarily shudder. The family members who had initially gathered around him, full of aggression, backed away as they saw his expression.
“It’s none of your business whether we move or not! Hamish’s tone turned icy. With the financial power of the Burns Group, if he was displeased, he could buy the entire hospital, and then let’s see who would leave.
Hamish exuded an intimidating aura, and these people in front of him were easily swayed by force. A few words were enough to scare them off, and they lowered their heads in unease before finally escaping from the scene.
Hattie watched their retreating figures and said, “If Elisa’s condition doesn’t improve even a bit, she will definitely be transferred to the neighboring ward.”
Hamish glared at her.
“Your glare won’t change anything. They’re right. Over there, both the medical equipment and medication for mental illnesses are more convenient, tailored to her condition. I hope you’re prepared to stop causing harm to her,” Hattie said coldly, turning away.
Hamish entered the ward holding medication. Elisa’s condition had improved somewhat, but she still wasn’t as wildly hysterical as before.
A nurse sat by her bedside, feeding her porridge. Just like yesterday, Elisa didn’t make any extra movements or expressions apart from opening her mouth to swallow the porridge.
Hamish’s heart trembled, and he slowed his steps as he approached. When he reached the bedside and saw the nurse holding the porridge, he asked, “What is this?”
“It’s breakfast. The hospital has someone deliver porridge every day. This is porridge,” the nurse replied.
As soon as Hamish heard it, his face changed instantly, and his jaw clenched tightly. “She doesn’t like eating porridge.”
Elisa didn’t like eating such things.
To others, these were delicious things, but she couldn’t accept them no matter how hard she tried. Everyone has their own dietary restrictions, and compared to Hamish, she was already doing well.
The nurse exclaimed, “Ah? I didn’t know. I bought the same thing yesterday, and she ate more than half of it.”
The nurse held the porridge in one hand, with the spoon scooping it halfway in the air. After Hamish’s remark, she didn’t put it down nor continue.
“Don’t feed her anymore. I’ll order takeout later.”
The nurse reminded him, “She has dietary restrictions. Some things she can’t eat.”
There was a dietary restriction chart posted on the wall of the hospital ward. Hamish glanced at it and roughly knew what to order for Elisa’s takeout.
The delivery arrived quickly. Hamish held the bowl and followed the nurse’s actions from earlier. He tested the temperature and carefully fed her when it was just right.
Elisa kept her eyes lowered, her gaze empty, as if she was looking yet not seeing anything. Every time Hamish fed her, he had to touch her lips with the spoon before she would open her mouth.
The nurse who was taking care of Elisa knew that Hamish was a straight-laced person. She couldn’t trust him completely, so she stood by, observing Hamish’s actions. When it was almost enough, she spoke up to interrupt him, “That’s enough. Overeating will burden her stomach.”
Hamish took note of Elisa’s meal portion.
After taking the medications prescribed by the doctor, Elisa’s condition visibly improved. Her previously numb and rigid face could now show a smile.
A psychologist came daily for Elisa’s follow-up evaluation. Hamish thought that as long as Elisa no longer screamed and shouted like before, it meant she was on the road to recovery, but that wasn’t the case.
Elisa resisted everyone, not just physically but also emotionally. Though she appeared to be recovering well and could even smile, she would have nightmares every night.
Dreams of her father jumping off a building and dreams of the unborn child.
If this continued, Elisa would deteriorate sooner or later.
Perhaps it was more accurate to say that she was already broken.