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018 Enema

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    "Here is a small wonton. If you want a small bowl, take it away immediately." After briefly reading the price list, I said decisively.

    "Okay, please wait a moment. If you want to take out, you need to add one yuan to the box." Maybe it's because the business is so hot, the service staff here are not as enthusiastic as ordinary dining places.

    I came here entirely for my father, so naturally I don't mind too much about their lukewarm service attitude.  "Okay." I replied lightly, then stood aside and waited patiently.

    I also have a certain degree of understanding of XX (place name) small ravioli.  Although I don't know how it is done, when I saw the small wontons gradually swelled up in the boiling pot, I knew it should be authentic.  So-and-so (place name) small ravioli not only pays attention to the taste, but also pays more attention to the appearance.  Its biggest feature is that after cooking, each wonton will expand to the limit, just like fully inflated bubbles.  Of course, different people have very different skills.  Among them, the top-quality wontons must be crystal clear in addition to puffing, that is to say, the transparent pink meat filling can be seen through the puffy and transparent outer skin.  Although I haven't tasted its taste, judging from its appearance, the so-and-so (place name) small wonton here should be regarded as the top product.

    After a simple tasting (in my heart), the small bowl of wontons I ordered was ready.  Paid the money and rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible.  Since the distance is not too far, when we reached the 21st floor, the little wontons were still steaming!  After soaking in the soup for a long time, the skin will inevitably become a little swollen, but fortunately it has not been completely deformed. Generally speaking, it does not affect the appetite.

    With the support of the "enthusiastic" uncle, my father was already full of expectations for the XX (place name) small wonton, and he couldn't wait to eat it as soon as he opened it.

    This time, my father ate unexpectedly fast, and before I could react, he had already turned his back on him.  Therefore, I have no time to persuade my father to eat less.

    Father smashed it, smashed his mouth, with a look of endless aftertaste.  At the same time, he also praised him very disregarding his image.  It's not just our father and son in the ward.  Sitting aside, I couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.  But this is the end of the matter, you can't blame your father.

    "It's okay, after you recover from the surgery, Dad, you can eat your fill!" Blaming is of course impossible!  Knowing the importance of confidence, I spoke out in time to cheer up my father.  "Actually, XX (place name) small wonton tastes better when eaten right after it comes out of the pan."

    As expected, my father was very moved by what I said, and he looked forward to a better life after the operation.  Seeing the goal achieved, my mood is also very good.

    After closing his eyes and resting his mind for a while, his father was woken up, because the preparations before the operation had officially started.  The re-measurement of body temperature and blood pressure, as well as the so-called blood sugar test and then the long infusion.

    I have been silently accompanying my father.  During this process, my sister, brother-in-law, wife and two children all came to see my father.  Although the time was not long, the strong family affection undoubtedly brought more joy to the father.  I asked them to convey that after mother wakes up, don't come over in a hurry, and come back after dinner.

    There was no special situation throughout the afternoon. My father had been infusion, and I had been sitting next to him to accompany him.

    This year, I was lucky, and the leaders I met took good care of me. Therefore, when I asked for leave, I simply made a phone call. I didn't have to go to the unit to ask for leave in person like before.  This saved me a lot of trouble.  Otherwise, running back and forth between the unit and the hospital will waste a lot of my time.

    After dinner, my brother-in-law and mother came to the hospital early.  At that time, the father's infusion had ended, and the next step was to wait for the evening enema.  Accompanied by my mother by the bedside, my brother-in-law went to buy porridge from Cornman (restaurant chain) according to his father's wishes.  And I went to my sister's house for dinner as quickly as possible.

    When I came to the ward again, the enema hadn't started.  It can be seen that although my father is chatting with people, he is still quite nervous.

    At about eight o'clock, the nurse came over pushing the tool cart.  Not to mention my father, even I felt a little terrified when I saw this battle.  The nurse's movements were very skillful. First, he hung the plastic bag used for infusion on the head of the bed, and then asked his father to get up first, and put a plastic cushion in the middle of the bed.

    When the father lay down on the hospital bed again, the nurse comforted the father to take it easy.  Saying that this mat is just to prevent accidents does not necessarily mean that it will be used.  Then, the curtains on both sides of the bed were drawn.

    At this time, the disadvantages of the middle position are undoubtedly revealed.  How can the curtain be completely blocked? As long as the patients or family members on the beds on both sides need to go to the toilet or take things, then the curtain is as if it is empty.

      The nurse asked the father to turn to the left side and lie down, with his body curled up as much as possible and his buttocks protruding as much as possible.  Then, the nurse tore off the father's pants very quickly, inserted the tube at the end of the bedside plastic bag deeply into the father's anus, and then adjusted the flow rate to the maximum.

    As the liquid in the plastic bag gradually decreased, the expression on my father's face became more and more ugly.  I know it's an expression of pain.  After the fluid stopped flowing, the nurse pulled out the tube and emphasized: try to persist, at least 15 minutes, preferably half an hour. If you can't persist, you can go to the toilet.  After finishing speaking, the nurse tidied up her things and left with the cart.

    Father's face was almost distorted. It was already very painful when so much liquid was poured in from the anus, and he had to persist for more than ten minutes. The difficulty can be imagined.  Father is a man of resolute character, and he has firmly remembered the requirement of at least fifteen minutes that the nurse said.  But the pain was too much to bear, so at the ten minute mark or so my father asked me in a completely hoarse voice how long it had been.  I said, ten minutes.  I couldn't bear to see my father's expression of extreme pain.  So I persuaded my father that if he couldn't hold on, he should go to the toilet.

    "I can still bear it, so just hold on for a while longer!" When my father replied in a painful but extremely firm tone, my heart was filled not only with shock, but also with admiration.

    After I told my father exactly "it's been fifteen minutes", my father persisted for several minutes with his incomparably tenacious perseverance.  It wasn't until I couldn't stand it anymore that I rushed to the bathroom, and it took a toll.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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