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Other things were thrown out of my mind. There was only one thought in my mind: my father must be alive!
Things are counterproductive, and the actual development is often very different from my expectations.
Another day passed, and my father¡¯s condition became more serious, and his breathing became rapid from time to time.
I no longer dare to leave my father¡¯s bed. If anything happens, I will call the doctor immediately.
These two days have been a silent torment for me and the entire family. I really hope that this fear can end soon.
That night, a roaring sound came from my father¡¯s throat, like a beast trapped in a cage having its last fight.
My sister was also beside me. She walked over and held her father's hand tightly with both hands. My father's body turned over, as if he was not aware of our existence at all.
He was in so much pain that he only had the thought of death.
¡°I felt the same way and wanted to share my father¡¯s pain, but I knew that what I was thinking was not one ten thousandth of my father¡¯s real pain.
Apart from waiting silently, I really don¡¯t know what else I can do.
People are very strong, so strong that they can rescue a child who was trapped under a car during an earthquake. People are very fragile, so fragile that they have to beg for mercy when they are tortured by illness.
This night my father was in particularly pain. He kept rolling and whimpering until four in the morning, when he fell into a deep sleep.
My sister and I looked at each other in the dark. No one could see the expressions on each other's faces clearly, but we could all guess that the other's face was full of sadness.
In the end, my sister couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep on the bed.
During this period, I have become accustomed to not sleeping at night, and only going home during the day to sleep for a few hours. I guess my face must be as ugly as a hanged man during this period.
But I don¡¯t care, as long as my father can be safe, no matter how much suffering he suffers, so what?
At eight or nine o¡¯clock, my father also brought breakfast to my sister and me.
While we were chatting, my father suddenly became able to speak: "Smoke, give me a cigarette."
Hearing my father speak, I felt a little excited. I quickly stepped forward and said to my father: "Dad, are you feeling better?"
¡°I don¡¯t feel the pain anymore, I feel a lot better,¡± the father said.
"It seems that the condition has improved." My sister also said happily.
"Dad, you are at a critical moment now. You must not smoke. You must endure it." I comforted my father and said, how could a patient be allowed to smoke?
We called the doctor and reported to him our father's improvement.
¡°Doctor, given my condition, when will I be discharged from the hospital? I feel like I am slowly getting better, and I don¡¯t want to spend so much money.¡± My father even asked the doctor cheerfully.
During this period, my father has been sick and lifeless. Today is a rare day for him to regain his vitality.
The doctor did not smile. He answered his father calmly: "If you stick to the treatment, you may get better."
When he walked out of the ward, he called me out.
"Doctor, what's the matter?" I was a little confused as to why the doctor's face was so solemn. This was a happy day.
The doctor sighed and said to me: "Get ready for the funeral."
My brain felt like it was struck by lightning, and I didn¡¯t react for a long time.
"ah?"
"This is a sign that the patient's body functions have been exhausted and the body's final potential has exploded. In layman's terms, it is a return to the light." The doctor shook his head.
"But my dad said that his body is no longer in so much pain, and he couldn't speak for the past two days, but he can make a sound today." I didn't quite believe what the doctor said.
The doctor didn¡¯t explain too much. He said to me gently: ¡°Please stay with your dad. I hope he can survive today.¡±
He patted my shoulder, turned around and disappeared into the corridor.
Looking at the white figure in front of me, my heart seemed to be hollowed out by something, and I was extremely panicked.
I walked back to the ward, and my mother and sister asked what the doctor said.
Looking at the light of hope in their eyes, I almost couldn't help crying.
I suppressed the sadness in my heart and forced a smile: "The doctor said that we should help the patient with treatment."
Because my father could speak, they didn¡¯t care much about what I said and continued chatting with him.
My father seemed particularly excited this morning and talked about his past: "When I was a child,Our production team had a fight with the neighboring village over a well. I knocked down three of them with a hoe, but no one dared to compete with me. "
"I've been smoking, drinking, gambling and going to jail for my whole life. I've committed everything. There are not many people who can have the same success as me."
¡° Listening to my father deal with his past misdeeds as if they were glorious history, I always feel a little uncomfortable. But since my father is happy, let him say it.
In the past few decades, education has been a benefit that only a few people can enjoy. Most people still work hard all their lives with their backs to the sky. Their ideas even remain that of the older generation. This is a characteristic of the times rather than an individual. question.
Although I don¡¯t agree with what my father said, I can understand what he said.
¡°It¡¯s been a long time since our family was reunited like this.¡± My father suddenly sighed, his tone changing from high to low.
"A family reunion is better than any delicacies from the mountains and seas."
¡°Dad, when you get better, my brother and I will often go home for dinner.¡± My sister said with a smile.
"Aling, I'm sorry for you in this life." My father looked at my mother and said.
The mother immediately said: "What nonsense are you talking about? Just get better quickly!"
My father didn't say anything. He slowly put his raised head on the bed and sighed weakly: "I'm dying. You two will take good care of your mother from now on. She has worked hard all her life and I have not been able to give her a good life." I can only rely on you to survive."
My sister was a little anxious: "Dad! Aren't you getting better slowly? Don't say such depressing words."
"I know my own business."
¡°The sun is quite nice today, let¡¯s open the curtains and take a look.¡± My father, who usually doesn¡¯t want to see the sun, took the initiative to ask to see the sun today.
I quickly walked to the window and opened the curtains.
The sun was shining brightly at noon, and a ray of sunlight came through the window and shone on my father's face, which was sacred and pale.
"It's a nice sun, it's nice." Under the light, there was a sense of peace on my father's face.
"I'm going to call the doctor!" My sister rushed out of the ward and called the doctor.
"Ah Hui, help me up and take a puff of cigarette." My father looked at me and said.
"Dad, stop smoking, wait" I wanted to say wait until I'm ready before smoking, but I can't say this anymore. Is it really okay?
¡°Dad, I¡¯ll give you some right now.¡± My voice became trembling.
I lifted my father's body up and leaned against the head of the bed, tremblingly took out a cigarette from my trouser pocket, lit it and handed it to my father's mouth. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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