Chloe gazed at the drizzle outside the window. She was in a bad mood, and she became a little tense. Joseph was not dead but his safety was uncertain. Is that jerk truly that unlucky?
"Chloe, you look sick and crestfallen." Frieda looked at Chloe sadly.
"I know. I’m going to the hospital." Chloe walked out determinedly.
She wanted to see a doctor as there was something wrong with. She must be sick. The private hospital she went to the other day must be unreliable because they did not find anything wrong with her.
Her mind was inexplicably occupied by Joseph, and she had to divert her attention.
"Let me go with you." Frieda put the document down and followed Chloe. If her son was around, he would surely want her to take good care of Chloe.
Chloe glanced at Frieda but did not stop her. She did need someone with her in case she fainted again.
Chloe and Frieda arrived at the hospital. Chloe registered at the emergency room and got a brain scan. When the doctor saw the results, he shook his head.
"You're fine. Just go to bed early and don’t stay up late. And take only light meals."
Chloe held her head in confusion. "I'm fine? But I’ve been having severe headaches recently."
"Maybe you should visit the psychiatry department then," the doctor suggested.
Many people suffering from depression or uncontrollable rage would have headaches. Every person had different signs.
Chloe gaped in shock. "You think there's something wrong with my mind too?"
"You’ve visited the psych department of another hospital?" The doctor stopped flipping through the medical case and became serious. "Then it's highly likely that you're suffering from a psychological illness. I'll page Psych and see if they can squeeze you in."
Chloe felt like she had received a fatal blow. She shot to her feet. "No! There’s nothing wrong with my brain!"
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