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    Seeing that the boy's father could no longer get the painkiller injection, although he couldn't blame his son, the humming sound seemed to get louder.  Moreover, from time to time, he muttered in his mouth: "Oh, it hurts like hell." "How can I sleep tonight?"

    Hearing these mutterings, the young man must be heartbroken, but the nurse said that the indicator has been used up, so what can he do except sigh?

    "I guess he can't fight anymore." At this moment, the father said.

    "Dad, how did you know?" I asked curiously.

    "He was in the bed next to me in the intensive care unit."

    "Oh" I echoed.

    "At that time, he coughed very badly. I knew that when he coughed, the wound would inevitably be affected. The pain was almost unbearable."

    Seeing my father paused, I put on an understanding expression very cooperatively.

    Seeing this, the father went on to say: "In the intensive care unit, he was also the one who yelled for pain. However, the staff in the intensive care unit not only have no sympathy, but even reprimanded them!"  Is it because the humming sound is loud, and the body doesn¡¯t hurt anymore!''Look, why doesn't he hum endlessly like you.' (Speaking of this, my father's face is full of pride, I know this  The "others" in my family most likely refer to my father himself) that night, he had urged for painkillers several times, and I remember that the nurses in the intensive care unit almost always answered, "It's not time yet! What's the rush  !Wait a minute.' I seemed to be the only one in the intensive care unit who didn't ask for painkillers. Think about it, if I stayed in the intensive care unit for two nights, if I had one injection every night, then it would be two injections.  Last night, he got another shot. Didn't it just happen to be the third shot? He may have been in pain, and he may not have paid much attention to what the nurse said. But I can hear it clearly.' Don't scream  ! Each of you can only get three injections at most. After three injections, even if it hurts, you can only endure it.'¡±

    What my father said made me feel distressed and admired.  Although my father said it easily, I know he must have endured unbearable pain in the intensive care unit.  Almost no patient in the intensive care unit did not ask for painkilling injections, but my father just endured the unbearable pain.  How can his incomparably tenacious perseverance, which is different from ordinary people, not be admirable?

    The young man's father was still moaning, but his father's words undoubtedly attracted his attention and resonance.  "That's right, I also feel the same way. The staff in the intensive care unit are not good-natured. Our patient who just had surgery hurts so much. What's wrong with humming? But those people just don't have a good temper."  A good face to you!"

    This one, it is estimated that he has been scolded a lot in the intensive care unit, otherwise, his words would not be full of resentment.

    "It shouldn't be. I remember that there seemed to be nurses in the intensive care unit. The nurses should be patient enough, right?" I said in disbelief.

    "Nurse? Stop talking! The grandparents came in through some kind of connection. It feels like they are more arrogant than those nurses, and they scold you harder!" Before the boy's father could speak, my father retorted.  .

    "That's right, that's right! Those nurses are nothing!" The boy's father, who was deeply hurt by it, agreed with my father's point of view, so he immediately said with some emotion and anger.

    "Impossible?" I questioned their words again, "I remember that when I first entered the intensive care unit, it seemed that they had to take dishes, towels and tissues. I think those nurses must at least  Washing and wiping with you? Tissues, they should be used to wipe your saliva with you? It should not be easy to do this. How can you say that people are not things?"

    Hearing that I actually stood up for those nurses, both of them became very unhappy.  Of course, it was my father who reacted faster and said first: "What do you wash and wipe? Shit, just dip a towel in water, and then lean against you very frivolously. It's like the joke in the countryside: It's not as good as a cat."  What about washing your face (our local cat wipes its paws on the face, which is the least serious face washing behavior of adults)? They are purely coping. Washing is almost the same as not washing!"

    "That's, what's more, when you cough up sputum, instead of wiping it for you, they will ask: Don't you have your own hands? Anyway, in the intensive care unit, I wipe the spittle by myself.  You don't know, taking paper and wiping your mouth will all touch the scar, the pain is really unbearable! However, once you hum, these nurses will scold again."

    For the boy's fatherKiss that more resentful words, I understand very well.  Because, since he moved into the ward, he has been coughing almost endlessly.  However, in the ward, the young man or his wife wiped it for him.  At this time, I remembered what the young man said to me at the time: During the intensive care unit, there was almost nothing else to do except sending tissues.  After listening to his kind reminder, I was going to send tissue paper to my father.  But until my father moved out of the intensive care unit, I never sent tissues. Even when my father moved, I took out most of the stack of tissues from the intensive care unit.  At that time, I was a little strange.  But now that I think about it, I finally understand.  It is precisely because the young man's father coughed badly that the paper was used extra frequently. When the facial tissue was used up, the intensive care unit would of course remind the young man to send the facial tissue.  It is precisely because of the severe cough that the young man's father feels more deeply in this regard.  No wonder he was more outraged than my father.

    After this discussion, I have a further perceptual understanding of the so-called service attitude of the Municipal People's Hospital.  It seems that the rumors about the people's hospital staff being "either rich or expensive" are not groundless.  Otherwise, why are even the informal nurses so bullish?  Just imagine, if these nurses are not so-called "wealthy" and not relying on something, then why do they have such confidence to speak ill to patients?  The so-called, the emperor's daughter does not worry about marrying.  They must be the so-called relationship households, so no matter how dissatisfied the patients are with them, they will certainly not be able to shake their identity and status.  Otherwise, how could they be so unscrupulous?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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