11。 Sympathy

"How can I rest assured that you go to the street alone, this is not better than the county seat, this is much more than the county seat, and if you don't get it right, you won't be able to find it back! And there are no more bad people in this city than in the village. There are often traffickers who abduct and sell children. ”

"Dad, don't always treat me as a child, I'm twelve years old, I'm in junior high school, don't worry, I won't run far, even if I go far, I can ask someone, or I can take a taxi, I'm such a big person, I can still get lost."

Meng Zijun couldn't resist it, and said with a smile: "Okay, you should be careful yourself."

Meng Qingqing went to the bathroom to change another piece of clothing brought from home, it was a shirt with red flowers on a white background, because it was too old, the original color could not be seen, the clothes were small and old, the style was also earthy, and it was earthy and shabby to wear, Meng Qingqing thought, no matter what it is, the soil is dirt, anyway, he is just a child now, the image is not important, and his father's illness is the most important.

Meng Zijun looked straight but shook his head, "I used to send money back every month, why didn't your grandma take you to buy a few clothes, you see that your clothes are small, they don't fit, and they are so old, no, I will take you to buy a few more clothes this afternoon, and the girls will wear them more beautifully." ”

Meng Qingqing saw that her clothes were indeed incompatible with the environment here, and she comforted her father, "My clothes are not bad on our side, they are good, and they are not broken, and they are indeed dirty here, don't worry, I will buy two in the afternoon." ”

Meng Qingqing opened cabinet No. 9 and found a white long-sleeved T-shirt, "Dad, change that shirt on you, I'll wash it." ”

Meng Zijun grinned, "Okay, my daughter helps my father wash his clothes." ”

Meng Zijun sat on the bed and changed his clothes, took off his clothes, Meng Qingqing saw that his father was so thin that his ribs and bones could be seen one by one, how strong his father was before! She remembers that when she was a child, every time her father came back, he would always hold her in a circle, or lift her up to listen to her surprise and laughter, and the muscles in her father's arms were tangled at that time. But now his arms are skinny.

Meng Qingqing took the basin to the boiling water room to pick up a little boiling water to scald laundry detergent, and met Dr. Ling's son on the aisle, she saw him looking at her, nodded to him, smiled, and walked towards the boiling water room.

Ling Yunfeng looked at the dirt girl she bumped into when she entered her father's office just now, she had already changed into a dress, a piece of clothes that was even older than the previous one, ugly short hair, black skin, skinny, thin, said to be twelve years old, but like a **-year-old little bit, although there was no other word to describe it except for a soil word on her body, but she had a pair of dark and bright eyes, and her gestures were not as restrained and cringe as a country child who had never seen the world.

Looking at her small, thin figure, I remembered my father's words, "Her mother died when she was a child, and her only relative now is her father, but now her father is also lying in the hospital, dying." ”

Ling Yunfeng muttered, "It's indeed a poor little girl." He turned and strode toward the elevator.

Meng Qingqing helped her father wash her clothes and returned to the ward, it was already time for lunch. The son of bed 7 had already gone to eat, but bed 8 had not come back, and Meng Zijun said: "Dialysis for four hours should be over now, maybe they went directly to the canteen to eat!"

Meng Qingqing went to beat her father and her two meals alone. Dad wants to eat light, so Meng Qingqing eats some vegetarian dishes. And those dishes are just stir-fried with water, and there is no taste at all. It is impossible to have any nutrition, is it possible that for more than a month, Dad has eaten such meals?

"Dad, didn't you say that my uncle took good care of you? Why have I been here for half a day, and I haven't seen his shadow, has he ever cooked a few meals for you? The food in this canteen is not nutritious at all. ”

Meng Zijun said while eating: "I have good hands and feet, and I can take care of myself, your uncle has his own job, it is impossible to come to the hospital to accompany me every day, he comes almost once every two days, or when he is on dialysis, there is no need to delay him at any time."

"Dad, you always think about others, so you never think about yourself. There are so many people in the cafeteria, so crowded, what if you get knocked over? Doctors say falls are the most dangerous. Your kidneys are already fragile, and a fall can kill you. I believe that I am usually busy with work, but now it is the National Day period, and their scientific research institute must be on holiday, and I don't see him coming to bring you a meal. ”

At this time, bed No. 7 came back from cooking, and Meng Zijun said, "Where are you going to eat?" My daughter only went after you went and called back, and you are only back now. ”

The son of bed 7 pointed to bed 8, "This one has already left, I met his wife and comforted him." ”

7 Bed asked his son, "What?" What do you mean? ”

"What do you mean? If you're gone, you're dead! ”

Meng Qingqing exclaimed in surprise, "Didn't you say you went to dialysis?" How could he die! Isn't it good when you go? ”

Bed 7 sighed, "Patients like us may leave anytime and anywhere, and it's just that an older person like me is enough, and a young man like Bed 8 is a pity, only twenty-eight years old, and the child is only more than a year old." ”

Meng Qingqing knew that this disease was very serious, and there was a possibility of dying at any time, but like the 8th bed, it looked fine in the morning, how could she say that she would leave, so suddenly, thinking that her father might also face such a situation, Meng Qingqing was stunned, she muttered to herself, "How can this be, I don't believe it, a good person, how can you say that it is gone?" ”

7 Bed was still chattering, "This man is also from the countryside, and his family wants to be young, and they must treat him no matter what, and in order to treat him, his family owes a lot of foreign debts, and now he has lost both people and money." Pity the rest of the family, the old and the young, his wife is alone, how can he make money to pay off those foreign debts? ”

When Meng Qingqing heard this, she panicked in her heart, and the food was difficult to swallow, so she simply put down her rice bowl. She remembered bed No. 8 in the morning and said, "I always didn't get enough sleep before, but now I'm sick, and I just sleep every day." Now he couldn't wake up from a long sleep.

After a while, the wife of the 8th bed came to clean up her things, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and everyone comforted her. She packed her things in two large bags and sat on the bed and couldn't help crying. Meng Qingqing also burst into tears, and in the face of such a situation, everyone's comfort seemed so pale and powerless.

Crying enough, she took her things and left, Meng Qingqing walked over to help her carry a bag and sent her downstairs.

When parting, she touched Meng Qingqing's head, "Good boy, you are also a pitiful, I hope your father can get better and don't leave you alone." Although she comforted Meng Qingqing like this, she knew that this kind of disease would die sooner or later, and she had no confidence in what she said, so she could only sigh and leave!

ps: Add one shift at eight o'clock in the evening, everyone vote quickly!

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