Now the person is still in the hospital.

My daughter is better and has no more fever, but the blood routine is not complete, so she needs to continue the infusion.

Today's update must be in the middle of the night.,Let's talk to everyone first~

The hospital is a scary place indeed.

I saw a single mother with her two children coming to see a doctor.

The big one was lying in the stroller, the small one was holding in his hand, and he still had a retention needle on his head.

As soon as the elevator opened, she pushed the car in, and saw the three of us adults holding a baby, and her eyes seemed to flicker a little at that moment, but she quickly regained her calm.

I asked, "It's too hard for one person to bring two, right?"

She replied indifferently: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

When she went out, my wife looked at me, "Will you let me come alone with the baby?"

Registration, consultation, prescription, payment~

I touched her head, kissed my daughter, and shook my head.

Later, I saw the mother again in the infusion room, holding the baby with a cart in one hand and a baby in the other, and the security guard helped her carry the infusion bag~

As far as the eye can see, there is no place left.

She frowned and sighed.

We set aside one person in advance to occupy the position, so we don't have this trouble.

But I think at that moment, she will definitely think of the child's father in her heart~

Whether it was swearing or mourning is unknown.

I also saw another child, the parents raised it so well, the nurse from head to toe, couldn't find a vein that could be pricked with a needle~

My wife and I watched from the side and laughed.

But when the nurse managed to stick a needle in the child's head, I saw the father with a stiff face and teeth locked.

Then I thought of myself~

Every time my daughter a needle, I feel distressed!

I can't laugh anymore~

Today is the second re-examination, and my daughter has been on infusion for four consecutive days.

The doctor prescribed a list of blood routines~

When I got to the blood draw, I asked my daughter, which hand was pierced today?

I thought she would cry as she used to.

But she silently stretched out her right hand, because it was her left hand that was pierced yesterday~

Watching her take the initiative to hand it to the nurse, so slender, so immature, full of collagen~

When the nurse collected blood, she also looked calm!

My wife was stunned from the sidelines, and I was dumbfounded.

These days~

The first blood test, skin test, four infusions, and another blood test~

Seven stitches. She's a smitter, and there's no way to keep the needle.

So I thought, maybe a needle prick is already a common thing in her concept, right?

I was so distressed that I almost cried~

I used to think that her crying was the most frustrating.

At that moment, I realized that she didn't cry or make trouble, and I was really distressed~

It hurts, it hurts~

May all children under heaven be in good health!

This is the most important thing!