"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry."
Hua Wenfeng walked in, looking a little embarrassed. "A patient's family was causing trouble outside just now. They've left."
I struggled to suppress my anger. The thought that Hua Wenfeng might be trying to induce my mother to kill herself made me want to slaughter him.
"Dr. Hua, do psychologists get people causing trouble over treatment too?"
"Of course. Not everyone is reasonable."
Hua Wenfeng sighed. "Although we're psychologists, and we help patients resolve psychological problems, that doesn't mean we can necessarily restore them to normal. Especially with depression, recovery requires a combination of conditions."
"Some patients with severe depression already have strong suicidal tendencies. If there's even one thing they can't work through, they can easily lose the will to live and do something foolish. Then their families can't accept it."
"To put it bluntly, many people lack an attitude of accepting the natural course of illness, life, and death. Most people have a somewhat distorted view of life and death."
I heard the implication in his words, so I pretended to relax and asked, "Those last two remarks were a little profound. I don't quite understand."
He took off his white coat, sat across from me, and explained very seriously, "Take an elderly person with a serious illness who needs a ventilator and various machines to stay alive. Some families will do everything they can, spending any amount of money, even selling everything they own, in the hope of keeping that person in this world a little longer."
"They think that's filial devotion. That's family love."
"But think about it carefully. An elderly person whose life is already nearing its end could clearly be released from suffering and no longer endure the torment of illness. Yet they insist on keeping that person alive to