The hospital is filled with the smell of sadness, the strong disinfectant water is telling people's helplessness, and the expressions that come and go are like big question marks, and some are like long ellipses, as if they are waiting for the answers of various expectations, slowly waiting for the doctor's judgment.

"I'm most afraid of coming to the hospital", I said to myself with a wandering mind.

"Mom, I'm scared too!" Looking at my look, my daughter suddenly became nervous again.

"Well, it's okay, we're here to treat the wound, you have to listen to the doctor obediently, and you have to cooperate obediently, otherwise it will hurt even more." I spoke to her as softly as I could, and walked quickly to the registration window.

After registering, I bought a medical record book and came to the door of the emergency room. There were five people in front, so we had to sit down on the bench at the door, for some reason, the steel bench was very cold through a layer of clothes and pants, I don't know if it was because of the season, the daughter next to me climbed directly on my lap and sat in my arms. I lifted the hair around her wound and found that the blood didn't seem to be flowing much anymore, and the clotted hair was tinged with a slightly dark red, stiff. My heart settled down a little.

The emergency room is just on the left-hand side of the entrance door on the first floor of the hospital. There are a total of six rooms on both sides of the corridor, one side is two emergency rooms, one internal medicine, one surgery, next to the infusion room, there is a small glass room in the infusion room, there are several tables side by side, which are white, each table has a small blue hand pillow, the nurse behind the back checked the infusion information, and began to prick the patient with a serious expression and skillful technique. The three rooms opposite are the injection room, the sterilization room and the operating room, and there is only a narrow bed with wheels on it, which is covered with a white cotton sheet, and the bed sheet has a blue medical paper and stains of blood. My daughter quietly rested her head on my shoulder, and I stroked her hair and hugged her tighter.

"Li Xiaochen!" Suddenly, the voice of the nurse at the triage desk came, "Please come into the No. 1 consultation room." ”

"Here," I replied, and got up with my daughter in my arms. "Hello, Doctor!" walked in, and there were two white tables facing each other, each with a computer and a printer. The table outside was empty, and behind the table sat a middle-aged male doctor in his forties, with a small head and a round face, and a black pen hanging from the pocket of his white coat.

"Li Xiaochen, what's the matter?" the doctor glanced up at us and motioned for me to sit on the round stool next to the corner of his desk.

"My daughter broke her head," although I was in a hurry, I still tried to slow down my speech, hoping not to annoy the doctor, so that he could be more patient to understand the situation, and to be more patient in diagnosis and treatment, and by the way, to show her my daughter's wounds. "Doctor, what do you do with this wound?" I asked.

"It's a bit serious," the doctor turned on the small flashlight and shone on the wound, "The wound needs to be cleaned first, the child is fine, and the healing ability is strong." "The doctor probably saw that I was too nervous, and as soon as the words came out, he comforted me again.

"Oh, what then?" I don't care about that, I just want the doctor to make a decision quickly.

"There are two ways, one is to apply medicine and the other is to use surgical stitches. "The doctor looked me straight and gave me a multiple-choice question. I was momentarily stunned.

"No——, no, doctor, I don't know which way is better. "I'm a little bit at a loss, I've never experienced this before, I have no idea.

"It's easy to apply, there is a kind of ointment, applied several times a day, which can make the wound heal, and the stitches will directly sew the wound. The doctor spoke slowly and logically.

"I don't know how to choose. "I don't know the bottom of my heart.

"If you apply medicine, the wound may heal slowly, or if the wound is too deep, it will not heal in time and you will need surgical sutures. Direct surgery will be more effective, but the child may be scared and will not be able to bathe for about 10 days. He continued, his face still blank, except for seriousness.

"Then what should I choose?!You're a doctor!" I don't want to hear that anymore, I just want the doctor to make a reasonable judgment.

"It's up to you to choose what you want to do. "Still.

"What's the matter with you doctor! I'm here to see a doctor, you want me to choose myself, I'm not a doctor! If we choose by ourselves, what do we want you doctors to do!!" I couldn't bear it anymore, and the emotions of the morning exploded, and the moment I shouted condemnation, I was startled. When my daughter heard my anger, she cried in fright, "Woo——, mother...... I want to go home!"

"Well, baby, wait a minute, we'll go back after seeing the doctor. I stood up and shook slightly.

"No, this lady, I let you choose to respect your patients!" the doctor retorted with a raised voice, looking angry and innocent.

"I'm here to see a doctor! As a doctor, you have to do your duty, my child has a broken head, I want treatment, I just want to hurry, I don't want to listen to you explain a lot, I want to choose and choose, OK?! What's the use of asking you to be a doctor if I could!!" The more I talked, the angrier I became.

My daughter, shaking from me, began to slowly quiet down.

When the doctor heard me say this, his face suddenly turned red. "You patients, we don't give you a choice, you say we are arbitrary, you give you a choice, and you think we don't fulfill our responsibility! It's true that I'm a doctor, but some patients don't necessarily trust our judgment! What can I do, I have to let you choose for yourself!"

"Okay, I see. I won't choose, so will I just let my child go untreated today, let her leave a wound on her head and wait for me to choose?!Doctor's parents, you treat normally according to your common sense, is it okay?!" Hearing him say that, my tone softened slightly, but I still couldn't hide the anger in my chest, and I scolded this doctor for being stupid.

The doctor didn't answer, he was silent for a while, and said, "Well, let's get stitches!"

"Mom, I don't want injections!" the daughter began to cry again when she heard the word "needle".

"Do you want to be anesthetized? You won't get an injection directly, right?" I asked nervously, ignoring my daughter's emotions, and my anger just now turned into worry, and I had no intention of arguing with the doctor just now.

"The wound area needs anesthesia", the doctor lowered his head and began to make a bill, "I'll bill you, you hurry up and pay the fee, it's already 11 o'clock." ”

"Okay," I promised, and my heart finally sank.

Seeing that I ignored her, my daughter continued to cry, "Mom, I don't want injections!"

"Well, it may hurt a little, but it won't work without stitches, you are a strong baby, let's not cry, the wound will be worse if you cry." ”

"Wow-wow-" My words didn't help at all.

"So, baby, you obediently cooperate, and go back to your mother to fulfill your wish, okay?" In order to stop her crying as soon as possible, so that I could wait for the operation later, I had to change my strategy and use the most direct method.

"Really?" she asked with tears in her eyes.

"Really!" I replied with a firm nod.

"Okay, then I want to play with your phone. Without even thinking about it, she rushed straight out with a shy expression.

I didn't answer right away.

"You said you fulfilled one of my wishes, okay, Mommy. "Add a little coquettishness.

"Okay—right—" I replied in a long voice, helpless.

"Great, then I won't cry, I'll be strong!" the daughter burst into tears and laughed.

"Well, good, I can't help you. I wrung her little face and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, you go and pay the fee, and go to the operating room next to you after paying the fee. "The doctor handed me the slip.

"Okay", took the order, put her daughter down, took her hand and hurriedly lined up, paid the fee, and then came to the operating room.

There was a nurse in the operating room, skinny, tall and tall. When I asked for the slip, I took out a new piece of blue paper from the gray iron cabinet, replaced the one on the bed, and then took out a syringe with a slender needle, as well as gauze, cotton swabs, disinfectant, etc., and put it in an iron tray and brought it over. At her request, I carried my daughter to the bed and lay down on the side of the wound facing up, and then the doctor walked in with pale yellow rubber gloves and motioned for me to immobilize my daughter and start the operation.

As soon as his hand touched his daughter's head, she began to cry again, this time with the most helpless and sad feeling. I didn't dare to look, so I twisted my head away, only to press down on her writhing body with more force, my eyes were moist, and the cry seemed to hit my heart hard, so heavy each time.

"Okay", when I heard the doctor's voice, I dared to look back, only to see my daughter sweating profusely, and her hair was already sticking to her face and head, and my heart was very distressed.

"Look, six stitches. "The doctor told me to see the wound that I had stitched. The hair around me was gone, and there were five gray stitches on my white scalp, each as long as half a finger of mine, and the thread seemed to be piercing my head, and every stitch, every time it hurt deeply. I took my crying daughter deep into my arms and shouted in a very gentle voice, "Baby, baby, baby, good, okay, let's go home." ”

"Mommy, Mommy," the daughter cried weakly, and plunged her head into my arms, knowing that the fear and struggle had exhausted her strength.