This was a white hospital bed.
On the bed, Zhong Manhua wore a hospital gown, her face pale and bloodless, with several layers of gauze wrapped around her head.
She seemed to be in bad shape.
Unexpectedly, when Zhong Manhua saw the camera, she remained very calm and even smiled.
However, her smile carried a sense of eeriness, resembling a marionette.
Ying Zijin remained completely unaffected, her gaze indifferent, "Has her mental state become problematic?"
"The doctor said she has been greatly shocked, and the hippocampus in her brain has been affected," Old Master Zhong said, "Not only has her memory been damaged, but she has also imagined a world of her own and can't walk out of it."
"She's undergoing treatment with medication, but it's possible she may never recover."
"You call her, and she doesn't respond," Old Master Zhong sighed again, "When she does respond, she tells people how adorable and beautiful her child is."