I've always been very strange, it seems that every time I come to the hospital, I can see the best patients distributed in every corner of the hospital, from surgery to internal medicine, from gynecology to pediatrics, etc., and then from the outpatient department to the inpatient department.

At 7:30 p.m., I went downstairs to the outpatient hall of the hospital, and there was still a long queue at the registration and payment window of the emergency department, most of them were young parents holding their children, holding children with fever stickers on their heads in their arms, and carrying various baby supplies in their hands. The children's cries were heard endlessly in the hall, and people felt all kinds of distress in their hearts. And the faces of these parents are not only nervous and anxious, but also infinitely tired.

From here, it can also be seen how much the child's parents attach importance to the child, and if they feel a little unwell, they will basically take the child to the hospital no matter how late it is.

In front of the white nurse's desk at the entrance of the pediatric emergency room on the first floor, there are also many parents lining up, and some are lying on the table filling in the corresponding information required by the case, and all kinds of irritable and anxious inquiries drown out the nurse's voice. There were two female nurses on duty, and from the outside, only one of them could be seen busy collecting the cases in their hands one by one, and then handing them out numbered receipts. Parents who got the receipts carried their children to the waiting area next to them, looking for empty seats in the rows of seats in order to take a break in the interval.

Another nurse will ask the child if he has a fever and if so, how high is the fever when he receives a receipt. If the fever is particularly severe, the child will be given a fever-reducing Motrin first, and the child will be given the first to take it while waiting for the diagnosis. For parents who do not know whether their child has a fever or how many degrees of fever it has, a thermometer will be provided for parents to measure their child on the spot.

Although there are many people, there are also many parents who are particularly anxious from time to time who will keep urging them to wait for how long, and the nurses will basically hold a calm attitude and advise parents to wait patiently. For children who are in particularly serious condition, they will be given priority in flexible medical treatment. So the whole scene, although slightly noisy under the various sounds, is also orderly.

There are only the occasional empty seats in the waiting area, and the parents who sit on them sometimes bow their heads to care for their children, sometimes stretch their necks to stare at the TV screen hanging from the wall of the doorway. The screen scrolled with the information of the relevant patient number, and the announcer kept broadcasting the news of the number of visits to so-and-so. Naturally, I was relieved to be called, and then I quickly entered the designated consultation room, and I didn't dare to relax when I was not called by my name, for fear of missing the order of the visit.

Seeing this scene, I felt that this hall was like a battlefield without gunpowder, with two opposing sides on the one hand, parents who protect their children, and invisible viruses and bacteria on the other. In order to defend their children, parents are always ready to fight them to the end.

Therefore, although sick children are suffering, it is actually they who suffer more as parents.

At this moment, I, like them, am also full of torment.

I walked out of the hall, past the forecourt of the hospital, and out onto the street. The traffic on the road is still passing under the bright street lights, and there is a lot of people coming and going from the entrance of the hospital, some will consciously walk from the zebra crossing to the opposite side, and some will take advantage of the gap between cars to cross the road directly, which looks quite dangerous. Drivers keep honking their horns as they pass by to alert passers-by, so it's still as lively as daytime even though it's getting late.

I looked back and forth along the road, and from a distance, I saw that the shops on the right side of the street seemed to have a few red restaurants, so I walked all the way over.

Although the distance is a bit far, the hard work pays off, and I visited a few restaurants in a row, and finally I found a tea restaurant that sells porridge. Remembering the doctor's advice, I quickly chose a preserved egg and lean porridge for Rufeng to pack, and then ordered myself a pork offal soup powder. The rice noodles here are usually boiled in advance, and the rice noodles are also soaked in advance, so when you make them, you only need to add a little green vegetables and roll them in the pot to get out of the pot, which is much faster than stir-frying and fast food.

Originally, because I was worried about Rufeng's condition, I didn't have any appetite at all, and I didn't feel the slightest sense of hunger, but in order to have enough physical strength and energy to take care of Rufeng, I decided to reluctantly eat a bowl. When I saw a bowl of hot rice noodles in front of me, smelling the rich aroma of meat and the smell of dog spine leaves, my stomach suddenly gurgled a few times like a conditioned reflex, and I actually had the desire to eat.

So, in order to save time, I took big bites of chopsticks and ate them, and I had to blow a few breaths to cool them down every time I ate in the face of the hot wave, completely losing the so-called ladylike posture.

Before I could finish the bowl of rice, the waiter had already handed me the packed porridge.

As soon as I thought that Rufeng was still hungry, I sped up even more, and took three mouthfuls and two mouthfuls of all the remaining powder, then got up and walked to the cashier to finish the payment, and hurriedly walked along the same road to the hospital.

When I returned to Ward 302, I saw that Rufeng was still in the same position as when I left, and the expression on my face had stretched slightly, and it seemed that it was not so painful.

I walked to the head of his bed, patted him lightly on the back, and called softly, "I brought you a bowl of porridge, you can get up and drink a little." ”

Rufeng snorted lightly, slowly flipped his body, and changed from lying on his side to lying flat, the whole person was listless, and his voice sounded very tired.

"You're back, thank you, excuse me. ”

"No hassle, there are a couple of restaurants right next to the hospital and it was only a short walk to find porridge that you could drink. Does your head still hurt? If it's okay, I'll help you up and eat first. ”

"It's so much better, okay, don't bother, I can get up myself. ”

After saying that, Rufeng supported the bed with both hands, got up and sat upright, I raised the head of the bed as his backrest, and then took off the dining board at the end of the bed and put it on the guardrails on both sides of the bed, opened the plastic bag containing the porridge, took out a bowl of porridge filled with a disposable lunch box, put it on the dinner board, and took out a white disposable spoon, put it in Rufeng's hand, and then said: "Hurry up and eat it while it's hot, it's not good for the stomach to get cold after a while." ”

With that, I sat down on the chair next to the bed and looked at him quietly.

Rufeng smiled and nodded, but the hand holding the spoon never moved.

Only then did I realize that Rufeng's eyes were now blind and could not see anything, so how could they see where the bowl was?

"I'm sorry, I forgot, forgot you can't see things now. "I'm ashamed of my poor care.

"I don't blame you, it's my own uselessness. Rufeng lowered his head in embarrassment, he had always been as proud as him, but now he couldn't even eat by himself, and at that moment I saw a kind of embarrassment and inferiority on his face.

"Your invisibility is only temporary, and when your wound is completely healed, your eyes will naturally recover. You don't have to worry too much, all you have to do now is to take good care of your injuries and replenish your nutrients. ”

"Thank you for your comfort. ”

"Come, I'll feed you. ”

With that, I picked up the bowl, took the spoon from his hand, and brought a spoonful of porridge with meat foam to his mouth, and reminded him, "Come, open your mouth." ”

He was a little embarrassed, but avoided it instead of cooperating, his face suddenly turned red like a ripe apple, and he stretched out his hand to block his face, and said hesitantly: "No, yet, I'll do it myself, let me try." ”

"At this time, you don't have to be reckless, it's just you and me, I don't say that no one will laugh at you. By the time your eyes can see, it's impossible for you to feed me. Come, eat it hot. ”

Under my repeated advice, he was finally willing to open his mouth, from the awkwardness at the beginning, to the later slowly and naturally a lot.

I don't know how long it had been since he had eaten properly, but soon a bowl of porridge was wiped out, and in the end he seemed to be a little unsatisfied. I took out a pack of tissues from my bag, pulled out one and helped him wipe the rice grains stuck to the corner of his mouth, and he quietly accepted it.

When I finished this action, he suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed my hand, and held it tightly on his chest, and said in a tone of infinite emotion: "Thank you today! I called you that day and you didn't answer, and you didn't reply to the message, I know that you are deliberately avoiding me." I thought I would never see you again, but I didn't expect that I would be blessed by misfortune, and God sent you to me by mistake. Originally, I was extremely distressed by my blindness, thinking that if I couldn't see in the future, my life would be over. But when you fed me just now, I suddenly felt unprecedented happiness, a kind of happiness that you cared for. It's a feeling I've never felt in years, and I really want this moment to go on forever, and if blindness can give me a period of happiness, I'm out of balance and satisfied in this life. ”

I couldn't help but shed tears again, although I knew that he couldn't see anything, but I didn't dare to look into his eyes, deliberately twisted my head to the side, choked and responded: "Why are you so stupid, you are the stupidest and stupidest person I have ever seen in my life, not one, but the most." What good am I to deserve your affection, you are such a big fool. What do you want me to do like this? As a mother of a child, how do I deal with myself. ”

Rufeng embarrassedly let go of my hand, his face was full of apologies, and he said in frustration: "I'm sorry, Weilan, I'm out of shape again, please don't care, I was a momentary feeling, and I couldn't control myself...... How can I bear to embarrass you......"