Madmen cannot discern right from wrong; to them, it's just another chasing game.
"That depends on what the next task is... cough, cough..." The woman coughed and then saw the madman with blood on his head: "Alex, what happened, how did you get hurt? Didn't I tell you to stay safe? We don't have money to see a doctor!"
The madman didn't care about his wound, shaking his head: "It's nothing, I'm fine, I don't need to see a doctor. Mom, has your health improved?"
"Not dead yet!" The woman coughed as she took a band-aid out of the drawer: "Come here, I'll put it on for you."
The madman smiled, ran over, sat in front of her, and lowered his head.
The woman put the band-aid on his wound.
"Mom, for you, I checked the calendar, today is Mother's Day, Happy Mother's Day!"
Unwearied, the madman offered the wildflowers he had picked to his mother.
At this moment, there was a commotion outside the door, the woman, cautious as ever, immediately looked toward the entrance.
