After a few failed attempts, I have realized that napping is a physical instinct, and it cannot be completely overcome by willpower alone. Although it is already late spring, it is still quite cool in the middle of the night. So after thinking hard, I finally found a solution. That is to go to the bathroom every now and then and dab your cheeks with cold water. The effect is not bad. Whenever tiredness comes, the cold tap water has become an excellent weapon for me to drive away drowsiness. So far, until the ward became noisy again, I have never had the hateful state of my head falling freely.
Now the boy and my father's pain pumps have been removed. I don't remember exactly when they were removed. However, I think that the son's concern for his father is the same in all the world. As mentioned before, the boy's mother praised his father more than once. In fact, not only her, but almost everyone in the ward praised my father's strong willpower.
"Your old man (my father) is still strong! From the beginning to the end, he didn't hum, and he didn't ask for a painkiller injection!" The boy's mother praised with great admiration. I can't figure out how many times this is the first time.
Even if the father has vanity again, but after countless times of the same admiration, there will never be any special mood swings again. However, not everyone is able to remain calm. Hearing the words, the young man immediately became unhappy, and quickly retorted: "Mom, my father snorted twice and asked for a painkiller injection. It was all because the painkiller pump was gone. Without the painkiller pump, my father can bear it. Can you hum a few words? It has nothing to do with whether you are strong or not." Which son is not proud of his father? Of course the young man was not happy to hear his mother belittle his father and praise others. What the young man meant was obvious. If the painkiller pump hadn't fallen off, then his father wouldn't have groaned, let alone asked for a painkiller injection. My father is also strong!
Who knows, his mother didn't understand the meaning behind his words, and continued to say: "The painkiller pump is gone, so who is to blame? If he didn't keep tossing and turning over and over again, then Can the pain pump be dropped?"
"Mom, you" the young man said impatiently.
"Ahem" The young man's father was naturally very upset when he heard this. With his son present, although it is inconvenient to quarrel with his wife, it is still possible to protest by coughing violently. It's just that his protests interrupted his ardent son's words of defense.
"Mom, please don't say a few words. Look, Dad is in a hurry!" The young man complained with a worried face.
When the young man's mother heard his wife coughing, she immediately expressed anxiety and apology. That was definitely true! I think, even if there is no reminder from the young man, she will be very sensible and close her mouth in time.
Maybe this is just a harmless family quarrel, but the strong family affection revealed in it makes people feel warm. Based on my understanding of the boy's father, even if he didn't turn off the painkiller pump, he would whine and whine about nine times out of ten, and clamor for painkiller injections about nine times out of ten. But it is precisely because of this that I can more clearly feel the young man's sincere affection for his father. No matter how poor his father was, he was still his father. As long as he was his father's son, he would be proud of his father. There is a saying: Children are for one's own good, while wives are for others' good. At this moment, I just want to cry out: "Father is my own good!"
In fact, the reason why the relationship between our wards can be so harmonious, mutual tolerance and enthusiastic help must be one of the very important reasons. I won¡¯t say anything about the bed in the south. Anyway, the food is almost indistinguishable from each other. The various soups we bring and they bring are basically shared by the two families. On the north side of the bed, because there is only a middle-aged person here, when he goes out, we are responsible for changing the old woman¡¯s liquid, and we also help to heat the food that the old woman eats (the old woman has poor legs and feet) . However, this is by no means the most important reason. Most importantly, there was a strong psychological resonance between the three of us. Such sympathy is based on their respective feelings for their close parents. I think, if there is no such bond, then the three of us would never have met each other frankly in such a short period of time, and of course there would not be such a rare and warm friendship in the ward.
Early in the morning, people in the ward got up one after another, especially those who slept on the temporary foam floor in the south. Because the family members are very conscious to clean up before the hospital logistics staff clean up, no one wants to cause inconvenience to the logistics staff cleaning. Of course, patients lying on the hospital bed have no such scruples. As long as they can sleep, they can sleep until they wake up naturally. It's just that they who lie down all day don't have so much drowsiness. Therefore, patients often get up earlier than their family members. ??No, why do middle-aged people who have been sleeping on extra beds always get up early? It was all noisy!
I didn't sleep all night, so naturally there is no problem of getting up sooner or later. As the ward became more animated and noisier, my pain became less and less painful. Because, whether it is chatting with others or listening to others chatting, it can be a powerful arm against drowsiness. It's nice to not have to worry about the "free fall" feeling anymore!
As the light outside the house increased, my mood became brighter and brighter. Although I was not very energetic, I felt at the time that if I persisted for another morning, there should be no major problems. Of course, even if I want to support it, can my loved ones who care about me allow it?
The answer is obvious. Just a little after six o'clock, my mother hastily rushed to the ward.
"Mom, why did you come here empty-handed?" I asked a little strangely.
"Aren't you afraid that you are working too hard? I came here as soon as I got up. Go back and rest!" Mother hurriedly urged.
The eyes are a little moist. "Mom, have you had breakfast yet?" I asked with concern.
"I've eaten, I just ate some leftovers from last night." Mother replied disapprovingly.
Feeling a little distressed. "Mom, you should go to the roadside snack bar and buy some steamed stuffed buns!" Although I reminded me, but I knew that my mother was eager to replace me and had always been frugal. The possibility of doing what I said was too small. So he continued, "It's just that Dad's rice soup is almost used up"
"You don't have to worry about this!" My mother interrupted me resolutely, "I have already told your sister that after the pigeon soup is cooked, I will bring it here on the way to work. You, just go back, wash it, and eat it. After breakfast, go to sleep at ease!" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com