Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 629 The atmosphere gradually eased

When everyone saw the doctor coming, they gathered around him as if they had seen a savior. Li Ming, led by Liu Haizhong, walked carefully to Yi Zhonghai. He first carefully observed Yi Zhonghai's complexion and eyes, and then listened to his heartbeat and breathing with a stethoscope. Yi Zhonghai was still in a state of madness, struggling constantly, and roaring from his mouth. Li Ming frowned and shook his head. "From the current symptoms, he may have mental problems, but the specific situation needs further examination." Li Ming said to Liu Haizhong. "Then what should we do now?" Liu Haizhong asked anxiously. "We have to send him to a mental hospital for professional treatment." Li Ming replied. Liu Haizhong listened and nodded. He turned to everyone and said, "Everyone heard that the doctor said Yi Zhonghai had to be sent to a mental hospital. We have to find a way to get him in the car now." Everyone looked at each other, and no one was willing to get close to Yi Zhonghai. At this time, Brother Zhao, who lived in the south room, stood up. "Let me do it. After all, we are all neighbors." Brother Zhao said, and found a rope. With the help of everyone, he carefully tied up Yi Zhonghai's hands and feet to prevent him from hurting people again. Then, everyone lifted Yi Zhonghai onto a borrowed cart. Liu Haizhong, Brother Zhao and others pulled the cart and walked towards the nearby mental hospital. Along the way, Yi Zhonghai kept struggling and cursing. Passers-by cast strange eyes, and some people were even scared and hid far away. After finally arriving at the mental hospital, Liu Haizhong and others explained the situation to the doctor. The doctors immediately conducted a comprehensive examination and diagnosis of Yi Zhonghai. After a busy period, the doctor gave a preliminary conclusion: Yi Zhonghai suffered from severe schizophrenia and needed hospitalization. Liu Haizhong and others were sad and helpless when they heard the result. They could never imagine that Yi Zhonghai, who was fine on weekdays, would suddenly suffer from this disease. After completing the hospitalization procedures, Liu Haizhong and others prepared to leave. Before leaving, they looked at Yi Zhonghai, who was tied to the bed, through the window of the ward, and their hearts were full of emotion. Back in the courtyard, there was still a depressing atmosphere in the courtyard. Those who were bitten by Yi Zhonghai were recovering in their respective homes. Everyone gathered together and talked about Yi Zhonghai. "This Yi Zhonghai is also very pitiful. How could he suddenly get this disease?" Aunt Liu sighed while bandaging the wound on her arm. "Yes, I used to be grateful for his help, but I didn't expect it to become like this now." Uncle Zhang also said with emotion. Liu Haizhong sat on a stone bench in the middle of the yard, smoking a cigarette. He knew in his heart that this incident had a great impact on the courtyard. Not only was everyone's life disrupted, but the relationship between neighbors had also become a little subtle. He knew that as the second uncle, he had to find a way to appease everyone's emotions and let the courtyard return to its former tranquility. In the following days, Liu Haizhong took the initiative to take care of the injured neighbors. He would visit everyone every day and help do things within his ability. At the same time, he also actively organized everyone to clean the yard and restore the yard to its former tidiness. With his efforts, the atmosphere in the courtyard gradually eased a little. However, the rumor that Yi Zhonghai was possessed by a ghost did not disappear. Instead, as time went by, it became more and more bizarre. Some people even said that the house where Yi Zhonghai lived became gloomy and terrifying, and strange noises could often be heard at night. Some timid neighbors did not dare to pass by Yi Zhonghai's house at night. Liu Haizhong was helpless after hearing these rumors. He knew that these were all superstitious statements, but for a while he did not know how to eliminate everyone's fear. He could only secretly hope that Yi Zhonghai would recover soon and come back to break these rumors. Days passed, and Yi Zhonghai was receiving treatment in a mental hospital. Every once in a while, Liu Haizhong would visit him in the hospital. At the beginning, Yi Zhonghai's condition did not improve significantly. He was still in a state of madness and did not recognize anyone. Liu Haizhong felt very uncomfortable watching the familiar Yi Zhonghai become like this. After several months of treatment, Yi Zhonghai's condition finally showed some improvement. His mental state gradually stabilized, he began to recognize some people, and he was no longer as crazy as before. Liu Haizhong was very happy when he heard the news. He rushed to the hospital as soon as possible, and when he saw Yi Zhonghai sitting on the hospital bed, his eyes couldn't help but moisten. "Yi Zhonghai, you are finally better. Everyone is thinking about you." Liu Haizhong held Yi Zhonghai's hand tightly and said excitedly. Yi Zhonghai looked at Liu Haizhong, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but soon recovered his clarity. "Liu... Liu Er, what's wrong with me? Why am I here?" Yi Zhonghai's voice was a little weak. Liu Haizhong told him in detail about Yi Zhonghai's illness. After listening to it, Yi Zhonghai looked unbelievable. "Did I really do those things? Why don't I remember anything at all." Yi Zhonghai hugged his head in pain. Liu Haizhong patted his shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay, now you are well. When you are discharged from the hospital, our courtyard will be able to return to its former bustle." At the doctor's suggestion, Yi Zhonghai was observed in the hospital for a period of time. After confirming that his condition was basically stable, he was finally discharged from the hospital. On this day, Liu Haizhong brought several neighbors from the courtyard to the hospital early to welcome Yi Zhonghai home. When Yi Zhonghai walked out of the hospital gate, the sun shone on him. He took a deep breath and felt the fresh air outside. "It feels so good to be home." Yi Zhonghai said with emotion. Everyone accompanied Yi Zhonghai back to the courtyard. When the neighbors in the courtyard saw Yi Zhonghai coming back, they all gathered around. Everyone's face was filled with smiles, welcoming Yi Zhonghai home. Yi Zhonghai looked at the familiar neighbors and was moved. He knew that everyone cared about him during his illness. Since then, Yi Zhonghai's life has gradually returned to normal. He still enthusiastically helps his neighbors, and the courtyard is full of laughter again. The rumors about him being possessed by a ghost gradually disappeared from people's memory as he recovered. Life in the courtyard is still ordinary and warm, and everyone cherishes the friendship between neighbors even more. Whenever night falls, the lights in the courtyard are turned on, and the warm halo seems to tell every little thing that happened here, witnessing the changes of this ancient courtyard over the years.