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023 Something is not going well

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    As soon as I lay down for a while, the nurse came over and still drew blood routinely.  I am very disgusted by this.  I remember that when I was hospitalized for surgery, I was discharged and hospitalized because of empyema.  I haven't left the gate of the ward yet, but just because my son was re-hospitalized, the nurse took the trouble to carry out a series of routine examinations, which of course included blood drawing.  I told them that I hadn't really been discharged from the hospital and had been living here, so there was no need for blood tests.  However, those hard-headed nurses just refused to do so.  Probably, in their view, poking a person with a needle is no different from poking a chicken.

    Although I was disgusted, I didn't say anything more about it. I just asked the nurse to draw the blood very cooperatively.  On the one hand, it is because the body is too weak to argue; on the other hand, it is also because I know the stubbornness of these nurses, and they can¡¯t even approve the examination results of their own hospital, let alone the examination results of other township hospitals.  up.  Alas, it's just pity on my hand, I was just poked at the hospital in the town, and now I'm about to be poked mercilessly again.  Moreover, this time, it is not as simple as a few drops, but more than half of the test tube.  O my poor blood!

    Without waiting to continue to sigh, the severe cough hit again.  Every cough touches the painful scar, every cough produces a lot of phlegm, every cough my wife wipes for me with concern and tenderness

    Looking around from the corner of the eye, I found that the nurse in the white coat came over again.  Although he was coughing and in pain, he still couldn't help but feel puzzled.  Didn't you have your blood drawn just now?  Why are you still here?  When I saw the nurse taking out various tools, I realized that the nurse was not here to draw blood this time, but to infuse me.  But, anyway, my poor arm has to suffer again!  well,¡­¡­

    Just as the nurse was about to give the injection, the son who was standing aside hurriedly said, "Miss Nurse, please change your arm. The blood has just been drawn here."

    When the nurse heard this, she immediately understood, so she went around to the other side of the bed, and then slammed down on my other arm.  Soon, the white crystal clear liquid began to slowly come drop by drop.  The moment it flowed into the body, I felt a chill.  However, this intrusive coldness is not all a bad thing, at least it relieves the pain on my body to a certain extent.

    When I didn't know whether to hate or appreciate the invading cold, the nurse brought in two more instruments.  The two instruments looked familiar.  Oh, I remembered, I used it myself in the intensive care unit.  Then one data cable after another was connected to his wrist and chest.  In an instant, I seemed to have become a meat dumpling wrapped with countless data cables.  That way, I guess it looks weird.  However, when you arrive at the hospital, how can you let it go?

    Next, nurses seem to have no new initiatives.  Until this time, the son and son-in-law had a leisurely conversation.

    "This ward is really too small. If there is an extra bed, it may be difficult for others to walk." The son said with some concern.

    "That's true. But, if there is no extra bed, where do you sleep at night?"

    "Brother-in-law, have you forgotten" the son said while gesturing to hit the floor.

    "Oh, I know. You mean to use foam to make floor coverings?" The son-in-law replied suddenly after hearing this, and after the son nodded, the son-in-law went on to say, "I'll go back and get the puzzle foam and the quilt  .¡±

    Seeing the back of my son-in-law leaving in a hurry, I finally gradually eased from the irritability I had become because of being tossed about by the nurse.  Because, judging from the plan of his son and son-in-law to accompany him here for a long time, it seems that he can persist for a few days.  To be honest, when I realized that my time was approaching, I was still very scared.  Although I am a little ashamed, I still have to argue for myself: "Ants are greedy for life, let alone people?" "In this world, who is really not afraid of death?" After all, "death" is a one-way trip  The car is definitely never going back!  Who in this world has no cares?  Once you close your eyes, will you never see your loved ones again?  Could this still make people not feel fear?  In fact, I am not coveting the glory and wealth of this world.  In fact, I can't enjoy the glory and wealth in this world at all.  What I can't give up is family affection.  I hate my wife, my children, my granddaughter and grandson At the same time, I still have some worries.

    I remember that during the days of "returning to the light", I gave up half of my farmland while I was in high spirits.  I said to the man: "These fields are for your family to plant. All the harvest in the field belongs to you, and we don't want you to have even a grain of grain. But, one thing must be clear, the ownership of this farmland is still the same.??My home.  The agricultural subsidies on this farmland and the state compensation for future expropriation belong to my family.  "That person is a junior in my family, so he will not raise any objections. The main reason why I did this is because I don't trust my wife. With her small peasant consciousness, she can definitely give up for one acre of land.  Everything. Therefore, I have to give up the field. She can help the children wholeheartedly to take care of the children when there is no land to plant. Both the son and daughter have formal jobs. If there is no old man to help  Then they may not be able to be busy. However, my wife just can¡¯t figure out whether the field is important or the future of the children is important. I don¡¯t know how many times I have argued with her. But  , in my wife's mind, the farmland is like her lifeblood. No matter what I say, I can't change her deep-rooted thinking. I really have no choice, so I came up with the solution of "draining the bottom of the pot". It's just,  It is a pity that half of the fields have not been processed in time.

    Thinking of this, I hated the vomiting of blood and dizziness this morning again.  If this "vomiting blood and dizziness" can come one day later, that would be great!  In this way, I can not only solve the field problem thoroughly, but also urge my old classmates to quickly solve the "twelve paragraphs" problem.  According to them, it can be completed in less than a day.  Then, at most until this evening, I will be able to witness the long-awaited "twelve paragraphs" with my own eyes!  Damn "vomit blood and dizziness", why can't you come a day later?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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