The days in the hospital were long and unbearable, and after nearly a month, the third sister took a film again, and the doctor looked at the film with satisfaction and pointed: "The recovery is good!" The stitches can be removed, and you can move slowly! ”

The third sister who has been lying in bed all day has finally seen the light, lying in bed for more than two months, and even turning over is restricted, it is incredible to think about it, what kind of painful torment should it be? There's nothing more frustrating and sad than being involuntarily upset. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHow happy and satisfying it is to have a healthy, normal body and be able to move freely!

On that day, the doctor was expressionless to remove the plaster and gauze on the legs of the third sister (the nails in the bones will be removed after a year), the thick gauze on the legs of the third sister can finally be removed, with the removal of the plaster and the peeling off of the gauze layer by layer, my heart is as strong as a burst of soreness, and the moment the gauze fades, I completely collapsed!

Is that still a human leg? It's just a stick like a burning stick! There is no blood, black and dark, dull as dry wood, not as thick as an arm, in order to fix the broken bones, it is tied and fixed by gauze for a long time, and there is no blood at all. I couldn't look any further, couldn't stand the terrible situation, ran to the bathroom alone (not in the ward,) and cried loudly!

Thinking about the suffering of the third sister during this time, the pain in her heart, and the long road ahead, I don't know how she should face it? And the little nephew, who was not yet familiar with the world, he didn't even know how sad and unfortunate it would be to be without his father, and he even thought that his father was just asleep...... How desolate, lonely, and helpless should orphans and widows be? There was a violent sting in the heart.

The third sister looks very calm, I know that she is strong in her heart, and I don't want others to pity her, to be a man, to live a life, and never let others despise her! She is the kind of person who swallows bitterness in her stomach, no matter how difficult and painful it is, she can't think of it and won't ask for help to complain.

After removing the plaster, the third sister can get out of bed and move slowly by herself, because she has been lying on the bed for several months, and the other good leg has no strength, the moment she stands up, her body is weak, her legs are trembling, she gritted her teeth, silently insisted, and moved her body slowly, little by little, that kind of strength, that kind of confidence makes people feel heartache and seems to see hope at the same time!

After a few days of non-stop activity and recovery, soon the injured leg slowly became bloody, the skin dried from black to visible flesh, and the skin began to turn into normal white, except for a black "patch" at the ankle bone skin graft, it really recovered the shape of the leg. The third sister's mood is also slowly improving (in appearance).

That day I had to go back to Shenyang, the unit could no longer ask for leave, came out of the hospital, walked to the street, I looked back at the ward where the third sister was, in the ward, the third sister was looking at me through the glass window, the reluctant state, let my heart ache again, tears flowed down, I really wanted to run back to the hospital and the third sister said: "I won't go back, I will stay with you until you return to normal!" ”

Let the tears flow, and after a while, calm down a little: I know that I can only accompany her for a short moment, and everything in the future needs to be faced by herself, I can only watch her silently without more than enough strength! Every step is up to her! I forced myself to be ruthless and didn't dare to look out the window again.

That heartache really can't be calmed down for a long time, but more than ten years later, when I think of the feeling at that time, there is still the pain like life and death, and I still can't stop crying. I'll never want to have this indescribable pain again!

It's brotherhood, isn't it? Sisters are like siblings, which part of the "Ten Fingers Connect Heart" will not hurt if it is injured? Otherwise, how could there be such a separation? How can there be so many concerns? How can there be unspeakable heartache? The wound on her body hurts in my heart, her heart hurts, and my heart suffers with it.

I have always wanted to say to my fellow relatives, "You must be happy!" Only when you are happy, I will have no bonds, I will be happy, and I will truly feel happy! You are the source of my joy and sorrow! "More often than not, I pray to God for my family's health, peace, and happiness!

Only this sentence is my greatest wish to pray all the time!

After a while, the third sister, who was really tired of being in the hospital, was finally discharged! The car of the unit was picked up and returned home, many colleagues knew the news and came to congratulate, a large group of men and women together, everyone worked together, and soon made a large table of dishes. So the liquor and beer were brought to the table.

The third sister is weak and in the recovery period, so she can't drink, so I can only come forward to toast on behalf of the third sister. During the period when the third sister had an accident, they ran before and after, and really worked hard for the sake of the third sister, doing this and that, they made me feel the friendship and warmth that I have never had, and my heart was full of gratitude to them.

Before I could say thank my brothers and sisters for their care and care for the third sister, those people raised their glasses to me one after another. "Come, little sister, thank you for taking care of your sister for so long! Cheers to your sister's recovery! ”

"Little sister, to be honest, I envy your deep sisterhood, and I can see that you are a person who values love and righteousness. Come! Brother respects you! ”

I was already clumsy in words, and I haven't experienced any big scenes, where have I ever seen this kind of formation? They are all veterans who have been in the department for many years, and they are all veterans who can speak well in the battlefield. In order to express her sincerity, I want to express my gratitude more sincerely, the other third sister has been in the hospital for so long, and finally got out of the sea of suffering, I am really happy for her! I toasted with them.

I can't remember how much liquor I drank, and then I drank some beer, but I felt bitter in my mouth, as if my hands and feet didn't listen to my own call, my head was a little dizzy, but I knew in my heart that this was in the third sister's house, and the third sister's colleagues were present, and reminded myself from time to time: Don't embarrass the third sister, you can't show your eyes, you must hold on!

Finally, when everyone left, I seemed to still be conscious, and I lay down on the bed and wanted to sleep for a while, thinking to myself: I will probably wake up and everything will be restored! But before I fell asleep, my heart was stirred up, something surged up in my throat, and I hurriedly ran to the toilet, and vomited "wow" in it.

After the wine, I felt clearer, not as dizzy as before, and my heart was not so uncomfortable. Go back to bed and get ready for bed. Soon I felt wrong again, and hurriedly ran to the toilet again, this time it was not vomiting, but leaking, and the sound of "whoosh" was heard in my ears, and I felt that my ears were roaring, and my head was swollen and painful.

In this way, I tossed several times in a night, pulled and vomited, and then vomited yellow water, and I felt that my bitter gall was vomited! That night, I didn't sleep much, and the pain was unspeakable. Drinking alcohol is also a sinful thing.

When she got up early the next day, the third sister asked worriedly, "Is it okay?" Sick stomach, right? Didn't you sleep all night last night? "Although I didn't sleep in the same room with the third sister, the sound of my tossing must have alarmed her.

After that night, the wine I drank was probably cleared, and I felt much better. But the thought of the smell of wine makes you vomit, let alone smell it! Many years have passed, and I still smell the smell of liquor and want to vomit, leaving this strange "disease" all along.

Everything is gone, and as time passes, the memory seems to become more and more indifferent, as if it was just a dream, and when the dream wakes up, many things will soon be remembered!

During the third sister's accident, I never went back to my mother-in-law's house to see the child, and when the third sister was discharged from the hospital, the second sister's new house was settled, and the second sister accompanied the third sister, everything was stable, and I no longer had to hang all day long, so I remembered to go to see my daughter. I haven't seen you for so long, and I don't know what the little guy has become?