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053 Corridor Movement

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    Although my father strongly stated that it would be fine to walk by myself, but out of safety considerations, I firmly discouraged my father from walking in the corridor.  Therefore, on the first day when he could get out of bed, his father was limited to activities within the ward.  In this regard, it is inevitable for my father to complain, because this kind of small-scale exercise obviously cannot meet his requirements.

    Later, from the communication between my father and the bed on the south side (the same experience can easily resonate psychologically), I learned their true feelings.  Lying on the hospital bed all day and night for a long time, in addition to physical exhaustion, what is even more unbearable is psychological exhaustion.  Stuffed in the narrow space of the ward all day long, they desperately hope to go outside for some fresh air.  The idea of ??leaving the depressive space is not ruled out, but it should be more due to the psychological needs of changing the environment.  Not to mention my father, even the father of a boy who is afraid of walking, after two days of getting used to it, whenever it is time to go out for a walk, he can't help showing an extremely excited look.  I could palpably feel the longing of the boy's father as he walked briskly.

    The next day, after injecting my father with the soup, it was only around 5:30 in the morning.  Father was already awake by then.  At that time, infusion was no longer needed at night, but it was still needed during the day.  So my father said: "Why don't you take a walk outside while the water is not hanging?"

    I know that this is just an excuse from my father, because the infusion usually doesn't start until after eight o'clock.  However, exercise is not a bad thing, so I readily agreed.  This time, it was not just in the ward, so I not only put on the cotton coat for my father, but also put on the cotton trousers for my father.  This set of thin cotton trousers was newly bought for my father after seeing other patients wearing them after his operation.  At that time, according to those experienced family members, such cotton clothes are more suitable for postoperative patients because they are very convenient to wear.

    In my impression, 5:30 in the morning should be quite early.  Normally, this is definitely a very quiet time, because basically everyone is still asleep.  However, the moment I stepped out of the ward with my father, I knew that I was wrong, and it was quite wrong.  It was also 5:30 in the morning, but what I saw now was a very lively scene.

    Other floors, I don't know.  However, at this moment, a considerable figure had already appeared in the wide corridor on the twenty-first floor.  According to incomplete statistics, there should be no less than twenty people.  Usually one or two family members accompany a patient.  There are also more exaggerated ones, two people are holding the patient's armpits, and two people are following behind, one is holding a bag connected to the drainage tube, and the other is carrying a stool.  If you get tired from walking, the person carrying the stool will immediately put the stool under the patient's buttocks.

    There was no time to marvel, because holding the bag attached to the drainage tube on my father, I had to follow my father's brisk and excited steps into the wide corridor.  In this way, my father and I also joined the army of this unusual movement.

    For the first time since the operation, his father walked out of the ward and into the corridor by himself.  Although it is also indoors, compared with the small ward, the air here is much fresher.  I could feel my father breathing harder.  In addition to being excited, my father breathed greedily and greedily.  For my father at the time, going to the corridor to breathe fresh air was an extremely luxurious thing.  How could father miss such a rare opportunity?

    I clearly felt my father's pace quicken.  Yesterday, I tried to persuade my father: "Slow down, slow down!" But today, my father's speed is even faster than yesterday.  In fact, I am not a nagging person, but because I am afraid that too intense exercise will backfire, I have to remind again and again: "Dad, slow down!" "Dad, don't worry!" "Dad, sit down  Rest for a while, it's still early, we have plenty of time."

    My eager persuasion must have been one source of the noise, but it was by no means the main one.  Because in the sports army, many of them made their first appearance like their father, but it is extremely rare to see someone as strong-willed and physically strong as his father.  They were in groups of three or four, and after a short walk, they sat down and rested for a while.  During the rest, these people can't stay idle at all. The patient is better, even if he talks, his voice is not very loud due to his weakness.  What is more excessive is the powerful family members.  Although his voice was not as exaggerated as Hong Zhong's, he was chattering, with different opinions, and occasionally laughed unscrupulously.  That scene was absolutely lively and hot.

    Now, I finally understand the dilemma of middle-aged people sleeping.  "It's like sleeping in the corridor. After five o'clock, I will definitely be woken up by the sound of footsteps. These people walk as they go, talking and laughing from time to time, as if they are afraid that the sleeping person will not wake up." Thinking of Zhongzhong  I think he described it really aptly!  It's just that he was a victim, but now I have become one of the "all evil perpetrators".?? a member.

    "Hey, poor people (family members sleeping on extra beds in the corridor)!" I moaned silently in my heart.  But I will never give up on persuasion (father slows down) because of them.

    How many of the people who came to the hospital were acquainted with each other from the beginning?  But boring patients and their family members, whether they know each other or not, will greet you warmly like acquaintances who have known each other for a long time.

    In fact, as long as you stay on the 21st floor for a while, you will be able to judge many things from the drainage bag hanging on the patient.  But in order to find topics and pass the time, many people will ask questions knowingly.

    "Old man, are you going to be discharged from the hospital soon?" One of the resting group asked enthusiastically while pointing to the empty bed beside him.

    "It's early! It's only been a few days since the operation!" Seeing his father's appearance, he was actually quite energetic, but the man's words obviously aroused his father's interest, so his father sat down in the empty space next to the man while answering.  bed.

    "It's not like it!" The man pretended to be puzzled.

    "What's different?" asked the father.

    "Look at you, you walk like a normal person, you don't look like someone who has had a knife!"

    This is a person who is very pleasing, and his words have reached his father's heart.  Seeing the smug and satisfied smile on my father's face, I knew it was time for me to act.  And it has to be done!  Because I am afraid that my father will intensify under the influence of vanity.  Once such a situation occurs, then maybe the father will be in danger.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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