The young man's father spent four or five more days in the ward due to allergies, but even so, they were discharged before us. Before leaving, they left us with the cooking oil they were using. From the conversations with each other, we know that the young man's family also found someone during the hospitalization, and they were looking for the vice president, but they didn't say which one it was. But the county officials are not as good as the current management, and before the operation, they still sent red envelopes to the attending physician. For the sake of their loved ones, this is also a last resort. However, this kind of busy work does not seem to be in vain, and when they are discharged from the hospital, their expenses are also extremely high. Later, I calculated that it should be 70 percent. And our attending physician once told us that our family can only reimburse about 40 percent. Alas, I finally know why we people here are so keen to find connections!

The young man's father was succeeded by an old man in his seventies. It was an authentic old farmer. His first impression was the disgusting smell of his feet. Alas, he's a peasant! Accompanying the old man was a middle-aged man with a rough body.

I also came from a peasant family, so of course it is impossible to look down on them, but maybe because of the age difference, maybe because of the cultural gap, I can't talk to them. I spoke to them more mechanically out of politeness. This makes me miss even more the warm moments of harmony with the young man's family.

At first, I was the only one who was impressed by them, because my father's bed was next to theirs. Moreover, since they did not have surgery until the third day, the old man and his son did not stay in the ward for long. But since the old man's family was officially admitted to the ward, no one in the entire ward has left the deepest impression on their family.

The old man had two sons, and the second son accompanied him for the first time. On the day the old man had surgery, his eldest son had to come over. is worthy of his son, the smell of the feet of these two rough middle-aged people is completely "comparable" to that of the old man. In the evening, when the two men took off their shoes, the entire ward was soon filled with one foul smell after another. I have to admire the two brothers, who actually "turned a blind eye" to their foot odor, and after a while, these two actually snored like thunder.

My father was already asleep, and although there was a foul smell, he did not notice it. I was the first to be unlucky, not only close, but also still sticking to my post for my father. The foul smell behind me was very successful in driving away the drowsiness that had accumulated in my body, but after a long time, how could I stand it! When I couldn't bear it anymore, I pushed the dick who was sleeping on the bed. When he woke up, he very tactfully reminded him to wash his feet first. I don't know if it's because he's slow to react, or because he's so sleepy, and after agreeing, he's still lying motionless. It didn't take long for him to snore again.

Oh, this still doesn't let people live? I let out a cry of helplessness in my heart.

Of course, I'm not the only one who is strongly dissatisfied. Although there are few people on the north bed who can play a role, their advantage is that there are many people. Under the invasion of the smell of feet, most of them who fell asleep early woke up from their sleep. Sadly, when they woke up, they realized that it wasn't a nightmare. The stench is getting stronger. Follow the stench and find the source easily.

The children of the eighty-year-old grandmother are no younger than those two middle-aged people. Plus, they're not as good-natured as I am. With the anger of being "noisy" from a good dream, he unceremoniously woke up two middle-aged men who were snoring like thunder.

"What, what's going on?" The two brothers asked with sleepy eyes and blank eyes.

"You smell it yourself?" One of them asked angrily.

"Smell? What do you smell? The second child looked puzzled.

"Smell what? Don't you know how smelly your feet are? At this moment, the crowd gathered around them became even more angry.

"Smelly feet? I don't think I smell it! The boss lying on the ground defended himself in some delirium.

"Hmph, wait until you smell it. We're going to have to be smoked to death by you brothers! One of them said almost snarling.

Seeing that the two brothers were still indifferent, the other couldn't bear it anymore and almost breathed fire in his eyes and said, "You two should hurry up and wash your feet!" ”

In the midst of the anger of the crowd, the brothers, who seemed to be extremely tired, finally reluctantly got up and washed their feet.

"Who are these people?" One person sighed.

"Why don't they have any public morality?" One of the grandmother's daughters (who seemed to be quite a sturdy peasant woman) shouted with some exaggeration. I know she meant it for the brothers who were washing their feet in the bathroom. Just now, she was the most fiercely blamed.

"Hey, could it be that this is their own home?" With a helpless sigh from one of them, the group returned to their makeshift bed, and soon the angry children all fell asleep.

Alas, poor old lady. At this time, it was finally my turn with infinite emotion. Because, not long after the grandmother came out of the intensive care unit. But just when the grandmother needed to be taken care of the most, her "filial" children all went to sleep by themselves.

The smell of feet combined with the lack of public morality is the unanimous understanding of the two sons of the newly joined old man.

The next night, the brothers went their own way. In the ward, the others who could not bear it again reminded them to wash their feet in a reprimand.

On the morning of the third day, the old man returned to the ward from the intensive care unit. Fortunately, after two days of complete release from the old man (during and after the operation, the patient did not wear shoes and socks), his feet were no longer as stinking as before. However, it was precisely because of his arrival that the two brothers began to get busy. Originally, when they were free, they all washed their feet, but now that they are busy, of course, they don't care about washing their feet. So, on the third night, the brothers still had to wash their stinky feet in the midst of everyone's reproach.

On the fourth day, on the fifth day, it was still the same. In this way, within a few days, our understanding of these brothers was one more thing, in addition to the smell of feet and lack of public morality - no memory. Of course, the "no memory" here actually shows more of the extremely bad habits of the two of them. If they can pay more attention to personal hygiene and develop good washing habits, then they will not cause "public resentment to boil" (only limited to our wards).