A week later, Meng Xiaoxi and her grandparents were transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoExcept for Meng Xiaoxi, who is still asleep, the two old men are fine.

Meng Fanchen asked the company for a month of leave, and the company's manager Wang Yunfa thanked Meng Fanchen for being a filial son and a qualified father, and at the same time praised his business ability, so he was specially granted a three-month vacation to take good care of his parents and daughter at home. Meng Fanchen was grateful, and secretly swore in his heart that after returning to work, he would work hard to repay Mr. Wang's kindness.

During this time, Meng Fanchen waited in the ward day and night, taking care of his parents and then taking care of his daughter. Day and night care, severe lack of sleep time, excessive physical exhaustion, and huge medical expenses finally broke him. His weight was rapidly dropping, his eye sockets were collapsing, his nerves were weak, and his heart was beating much faster than before.

"Brother, I see you should also go for a check-up, your body ...... Ask the doctor to prescribe some nutritional medicine for you. Meng Fanjian finished cleaning up the urinal and said to his brother while wiping his hands.

"It's okay, I'll just rest for a few days."

"Listen to me, go and check, there are only a few people in our family, and three people have fallen, you can't be fine."

"Okay. Then I'll go and register, you're here to keep an eye on the dot. ”

Meng Fanchen went downstairs to the registration window to line up. A total of five windows were opened, and a long line of people stood in front of each window. Since this hospital was rated as a provincial third-class hospital last year, more people have come to see the doctor. It's overcrowded every day.

Meng Fanchen lined up for a long time before he was registered. With the registration list and medical book, go to the internal medicine guidance desk and continue to line up. The nurse at the guide desk looked up at him and asked, "What type of hanging?" ”

"What type? I've been in a trance lately, and I'm not sleeping well, what type of hang do you see? ”

"Intraneurological. Wait for the call. As he spoke, he wrote the number 18 on his registration slip and drew a circle on it.

The waiting hall was full of people. Patients and their families sit on cast-iron benches, looking down at their phones one by one. The TV on the wall hung lonely there, not on.

By the time he arrived, it was nearly noon.

The male doctor asked about his condition, and then prescribed a first-class checklist, telling him to pay the fee and check it one by one, and then come back to him when the results of the test came out.

The doctor rests at noon. All of Meng Fanchen's examinations could not be done until the afternoon. Meng Fanchen returned to the ward. It just so happened that there was an empty bed in his daughter's room, and seeing his daughter lying there unconsciously, Meng Fanchen's heart was as heavy as a big stone.

"Checked?" Meng Fanjian asked.

"No, I just paid the money, and I won't be able to check it until the afternoon." Meng Fanchen sat on the edge of the bed tiredly, grabbed the water cup on the bedside table and poured a glass of water.

"I'll sleep, and you'll call me later." Meng Fanchen curled up on the bed and closed his eyelids.

The afternoon inspections were carried out slowly, and there were long queues for each inspection. By the time Meng Fanchen came to the neurology clinic with a stack of checklists, the doctor was already ready to get off work.

"Your blood sugar is too high, it's 5 times more than the standard. Have you been under too much pressure lately? "The male doctor records the diagnosis in the medical book." Do you want to prescribe some medicine? ”

"Hum-" When Meng Fanchen heard these words, his head "buzzed", diabetes is the only intractable disease in the world, but he let him stand up. My daughter's illness has not yet recovered, but I am ......

Meng Fanchen has the heart to die at this moment. first divorced, then the parents and daughter suffered a plane collision accident, and then they got this rich disease, which is really a disaster! Why is Heaven always so cruel to good people? Originally, he felt that he was quite strong, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that he was very fragile, very fragile, he wanted to hug his wife and cry happily, maybe he could feel more relaxed, but now she is no longer his own person, she already has someone else around her, and she no longer needs to protect herself. And he is like a lonely flying goose in the vast universe, which may break its wings and fall from the sky at any time.

What is the purpose of human life? For love? He has no love now. for marriage. The marriage was also lost by him. For children? The child is now in a vegetative state. Could it be that the rest of his life was spent with this half-dead child?

There is no hope for people to live, no one to love, so what is the meaning, what happiness is there?

But what would her daughter do if she wasn't alive? He is his daughter's only hope in this world, although his daughter is unconscious now, but he found out from the Internet that the vegetative person is still conscious, and talking to her every day and reading to her may wake her up.

Thinking of this, Meng Fanchen was no longer desperate. He still has a task to complete, and he can't think about finding a short-term view. That's the act of a coward. As a man, you have to be strong.

Meng Fanchen's heart rekindled hope and courage.

He put the doctor's prescription in his pocket, along with the receipt, called his brother, and said that he would go home and change his clothes, take another shower, rest for the day, and then walk to the bus station.

The encounters in the past few days have made Meng Fanchen's mood rise and fall, like a roller coaster. Bad emotions are enough to crush a person. And to maintain a good mood, it is all about self-regulation.

Meng Fanchen was extremely depressed for a while, and comforted himself for a while, as if several times, and finally, after taking a bath, he finally fell asleep on the soft Simmons. He slept until dawn the next day.

Either way, life has to go on. Life is like this, in the years when he played the game, Meng Fanchen lived a really carefree fairy life. With a salary of thousands of yuan every month, the children are managed by a daughter-in-law, and the elderly can take care of themselves, Meng Fanchen only needs one person to eat enough to keep the whole family from hunger.

This bad luck soon came to take over the class of good luck, and before he had enough comfortable days, God took it all away. Immediately afterward, a wave of bad luck made him pick up. Originally, the first half of my life was quite smooth, but I didn't expect people to reach forty, but they began to encounter strong winds and waves. How strong a person must be to withstand the blow of this wind and waves!

Meng Fanchen lay on the bed and thought about it, until his stomach was so hungry that he had to get up to find something to eat.

Facing the cold pot and cold stove in the kitchen, he really didn't have the heart to cook. I took out half a bag of oatmeal from the locker, poured some into a bowl, boiled some boiling water, first took the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and then ate the soaked oatmeal.

When he arrived at the hospital, Yanling was wiping her daughter's arms and face with a hot towel. He glanced at her, wanted to say something, and swallowed back.

Yes, he is no longer his daughter-in-law, what else can he say. Swallow all the bitter water yourself. Showing her the scars makes her see the jokes.

In this way, Yanling came to see the children every day, sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon. But they rarely speak. When Yanling was away, he took a novel to Meng Xiaoxi to read.

Before Meng Xiaoxi was sick, he liked to read Ming Xiaoxi's "There Will Be Angels to Love You for Me", Meng Fanchen found this book from the bookshelf and read a few pages to Meng Xiaoxi every day. Sometimes, he would talk to Meng Xiaoxi, and he didn't know what to say, so he remembered what to say. started with the stories of Meng Xiaoxi when he was a child, and then the scenes of their family going on a trip and so on, and so on. Meng Fanchen's singing is not very good, a bit out of tune. But for the sake of his daughter, he also fought hard. Fortunately, there was only one patient in the ward, my daughter.

Two months later, the doctor came to issue an eviction order, saying that the child was like this, and that he needed to be raised slowly at home, and that he needed the careful care of his parents before a miracle could occur. At this time, Meng Fanchen's parents had been discharged from the hospital for a long time.

After her daughter took her home, Yanling stopped coming. I'm worried about misunderstanding over there.

Meng Fanchen hired a nanny to work with him. When he went out to run errands, the nanny took care of the creek.

The holidays are coming soon. Meng Fanchen had to go back to work. At the school, he has already gone through the procedures for suspension. Before leaving, he took his parents over, plus the nanny, and he put down snacks to go back to work. He told his parents to call him quickly if there was anything. Meng Fanjian and his wife occasionally came over to have a look. After all, I live far away and can't come here often.

The changes in the family made Meng Fanchen always unable to enter the work state well, so he always reminded himself that he could not make mistakes at work. In the evening, he always had to call and ask. What about the children, how about the parents. His parents were afraid that he would be worried, and always said that it was fine and fine. His parents learned of their son's divorce while they were hospitalized. At that time, the condition had just improved, and when I heard the news, the condition recurred, but fortunately, the doctor's medical skills were skillful, and the condition was under control again.

Now, after almost two months, they have slowly come to terms with this fact. Although he is always worried about whether his son will be lonely in the second half of his life, most of his thoughts will still focus on the improvement of his granddaughter.

Meng Fanchen's parents have long passed the age of sixties. Before that, their bodies had always been very strong, and they opened up a small vegetable field on the mountain near their home, and then sowed in the spring, planted in the summer, harvested in the autumn, and then pounded the harvest from that land into plastic bags and woven bags to their son's house, sometimes sweet potatoes, sometimes bud grains, and sometimes turnips and cabbage.

Meng Fanchen said: "Mom, you and my dad are so old, why are you still tired of this?" ”

The old lady said: "We are idle all day, other old men and old ladies go to square dance all day long, we don't like to dance, so we think about serving some land, planting some pollution-free vegetables to eat, you also benefit, isn't this very good?" ”

"It's good, I'm not afraid you'll be tired."

"Hey, we think the more we work, the tougher we get." The old lady smiled, the wrinkles crawled all over the corners of her eyes, and the wrinkles were full of the vicissitudes of life and the accumulation of years.

Now, after this accident, the old man's vitality has been greatly damaged, and his physique is obviously not as good as before. It is manifested in slow movement, poor sleep quality, always drowsy, and after waking up, he feels tired and his appetite decreases slightly. And Meng Fanchen's attention was on his daughter, and he didn't notice these at all. Now far away in Shandong, it is even more impossible to know these details.

Another fatal reason for the poor health of the elderly is that they suffer from anxiety disorders. Every day, they look at their unconscious granddaughter, think about their divorced son, and think about the unknown future, and their hearts become more and more anxious. Therefore, it is inevitable that you will sleep until the middle of the night and suddenly wake up, and then you will not fall asleep again until a few hours.

Therefore, in Meng Fanchen's home, you can always see such a picture: the afternoon sun hits the bright yellow floor-to-ceiling curtains, and on the sun-twined floor, the old man sits on a solid wood chair coated with transparent paint and dozes, the book in his hand falls to the ground, and the reading glasses are stuck on the bridge of the old man's slightly collapsed nose.

For a moment, Meng Xiaoxi's hand suddenly moved, and then returned to its original state.

The quartz clock on the wall ticked as usual, and no one noticed it......