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Yesterday I was originally going to be three more today, but I had already changed a chapter at seven o'clock in the morning, eating, and getting ready for today's refueling code. (hua.advertisement)

But it didn't take long for my dad to be injured and admitted to the hospital.

It's hard to explain why.

Anyway, I saw him in the hospital covered in blood and lying in the emergency room, the doctor standing to the side frowning and discussing something, and collapsed on the ground beyond count of how many times.

After Yang Yang arrived, he leaned against the wall, and the whole person was already conscious.

Seriously, I'd rather be the one lying there today than I would have my blood coming out.

Back and forth, just finished the hospitalization procedures. Sugar hua.

I was called to the duty room by the doctor and needed to sign the list of surgery or something.

Yang Yang and I were the only immediate family members present, and Yang Yang had not yet reached the age.

The doctor said the worst outcome, and Yang Yang and I were shaking as we sat together, and for the first time I knew what it was like to be dependent on each other.

It could be that we were both young and had too little experience, and the doctors thought we were both too fragile, or it could be that they were numb.

At the time of surgery

Relatives and friends came a bunch of them, and they talked a lot.

It's upset.

My mom didn't come, so I called her and said it was okay, and the doctor said it would be done in 30 minutes.

After hanging up the phone, a familiar doctor came, and after asking about the situation, he comforted and said that it was no big deal, and at most it would leave a relatively ugly scar, and people would definitely not have a problem.

The operation was done quickly, and my dad was afraid of injections, and this operation must have used up his courage.

Back in the ward, the blood stains on his body were cleaned up, leaving only the treated wounds, and my dad was in good spirits, but he was in a state of great sadness.

I stood in front of the door of the ward for a long time and didn't dare to go in, knowing that he was still distressed.

My mother was there at night, and the old couple was already able to chat quietly, and my father and my mother complained that the wound hurt and couldn't sleep, so I sent food and left.

I typed this passage out of the shower and sitting in front of the computer with shaking hands.

The whole person's head was still tense.

It is said that children are the lives of their parents, but in fact, parents are also children's lives.

Today is over, God has blessed our family, let us suffer bad luck but in the end everyone is safe.

I hope that tomorrow will come, and everything will be fine.

I said a lot of nonsense, I don't know what I'm talking about, in short, today's three more have to say sorry to everyone.