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    The reason why I complained so much was because I knew that once I came to the hospital, I was doomed to never go back alive.  Perhaps, I will be lucky enough to persist for a few more days, but the final outcome is doomed¡ªrescue is ineffective!  For me now, it is good to be able to persist for one more minute, because for every minute I persist, I can reunite with my family for one more minute.  While complaining, I also cherish the last precious time in my life.

    I am always paying attention to every move of my relatives.  I know that for me, the warmth of looking at my loved ones can't last for too long.  Now, constantly looking at the familiar figures of my relatives is the greatest enjoyment in my life.  I stare at the figures of relatives and listen to the voices of conversations of relatives all the time.

    In such enjoyment, I didn't even feel the pain when the other hand was poked for infusion.  Good guy, it seems that the doctor is going to get serious this time!  Otherwise, there will be no infusion on both sides.  I remember, when I was hospitalized last time, both sides were infused at the same time.  However, it was only in the intensive care unit and two days after coming out of it, and then it was only infused on one side.

    Soon, a female doctor came to ask me about the situation.  The female doctor was always smiling, but I would never be fooled by such an illusion.  These doctors are the most deceitful.  Besides, they are used to death due to illness, so these doctors will never show the slightest worry because of my bad condition.

    I don't know when the results of the blood test came out, but after my son and daughter were mysteriously called away by the doctor, I couldn't help but have an ominous premonition in my heart.  If there is no major problem in the test results, the doctor should not talk to my son or daughter behind my back.  I wish I was too sensitive.

    After a long time, the son returned to the ward.  Although my son tried his best to hide it, I could still see a little worry from his expression.  Alas, I really want to ask my son if he just made some difficult but unsure decision at the doctor's side.  Because, I know, the hospital is a place that likes to shirk responsibility most.  Generally, when there are any major medical measures, the doctor will ask the patient's family members to sign.  In this way, the hospital does not need to bear any responsibility for any accidents.  However, in the end, I resisted the urge in my heart.  Because, I don't want to embarrass my son.  If the situation is not serious, then there is no need for me to ask, and my son will tell the truth.

    Maybe it was because I realized that the situation was not good, or maybe it was because my physical condition was getting worse, and then my cough became severe.  Seeing this, my son who was sitting by the side quickly took out a tissue to help me wipe the sputum.  From the occasional glance, I found that my phlegm was full of blood.  Oh, won't you vomit blood again?  There was a sudden "click" in my heart, and after that, the cough became more intense.

    It seems that today will use up a lot of tissue paper!  While coughing, I sighed with emotion.  Because there was not much toilet paper left that the son brought over, the wife went out to buy facial tissue just after the son returned to the ward.  Not to mention, my son is so filial that I have nothing to say.  When wiping bloody sputum for me, I was not afraid of getting dirty at all.  Although tissue paper was used, it was inevitable that the phlegm leaking from the tissue would stick to the hands.  Every time he wipes, the son is so unhesitating, so careful, and so gentle I feel that the son's wiping is much better than that of the wife.

    Alas, if you have a son like this, what more can the father ask for?  It's a pity that I don't have the life to enjoy life!  If I can live another ten or eight years, then under the care of my son, I will be able to spend a happy old age.

    It didn't take long for the doctor to come again. Although he was reluctant, the son had to follow the doctor.  Fortunately, my daughter is still here.  So, my daughter took over my son's job and carefully helped me wipe away the red phlegm that I kept coughing up.  From the look on my daughter's face, I could feel her distress.  I know that my daughter is distressed because of my constant coughing pain.  Alas, my daughter is also a good and filial child!

    Soon, the son came over.  This time, my son took the initiative to tell the situation and asked me where I kept my medical insurance card.  Prompted by my words, my son walked out with my rural medical insurance card.  Alas, it seems that my guess is really good.  The last time I talked with the doctor, my son didn't say a word, so he must have consciously concealed something from me.  With my current situation, what good thing can I hide?  Thinking of this, I feel that my heart seems to be getting heavier.

    Not long after the son left, the wife came back with a convenience bag.  As soon as the wife came back, she quickly replaced the strange daughter.

    theListening to the familiar footsteps, I knew it was my son who had returned.  After the son put the medical insurance card back in its original place, he went out again.  This time, it wasn't because of the doctor's cry, so I didn't worry about anything.  In my opinion, the son probably went out to go to the bathroom or something.

    However, it seems that the time for the son to go is not short.  So, gradually, I started to get anxious again.  I am a little worried that my son will make such and such a terrifying agreement with the doctor behind my back again.

    When the familiar footsteps sounded again, I couldn't help but feel a thrill.  However, this time, his son brought good news.

    "Dad, it's uncle's phone number!" The son reminded anxiously as soon as he entered the door.

    At that time, I was very excited.  After all, he was the brother of his own siblings!  The so-called blood is thicker than water, when I was about to reach the end of my life, I really wanted to hear his voice.  According to my original intention, I was going to reach out to take my son's mobile phone, but unfortunately, my hands were either wrapped with data cables or inserted with infusion needles.

    The son naturally noticed such a problem. Instead of handing out the phone, he bent down and gently put the phone to my ear.

    That was indeed my brother's voice.  Although for a long time, I was in the same situation as him, but now, listening to his voice, I feel very cordial.  That rough voice, in my ears, was like the sound of nature.  I feel that I am a little deeply fascinated by it.  At this time, listening to the kind voices of relatives has become the most enjoyable thing for me.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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