After a few failed persistences, I have come to realize that napping is a physical instinct and cannot be completely overcome by willpower alone. Although it was late spring, it was still quite cool in the middle of the night. So after much deliberation, I finally found a solution. That is to go to the bathroom every now and then and irritate your cheeks with cold water. The effect is not bad, and whenever fatigue comes, the cold tap water has become an excellent tool for me to repel drowsiness. At this point, until the ward became noisy again, I never had the hateful state of my head in free fall.

Now the boy's and my father's painkiller pumps have been removed, and I don't remember exactly what day they were removed. However, I think that the concern of sons for their fathers is the same in the whole world. As mentioned earlier, the young man's mother praised his father more than once, in fact, not only her, but almost everyone in the ward praised my father's strong willpower.

"It's still your old man (my father) who is strong! From beginning to end, I didn't hum, and I haven't asked for painkiller injections yet! The young man's mother praised with great admiration. I can't figure out how many times this is.

No matter how vain my father was, after countless times of the same admiration, there would never be any special mood swings. However, not everyone can remain calm. When the young man heard this, he immediately became unhappy, and hurriedly retorted: "Mom, my father originally snorted twice and asked for painkiller injections, but it was all because the painkiller pump was off. There is no painkiller pump, so can the father bear it, can he not hum a few words? It has nothing to do with being strong or not. "What son is not proud of his father? Of course, the young man was not happy to hear his mother belittle his father and praise others. The young man's meaning is obvious, if it wasn't for the painkiller pump, then his father would definitely not hum, let alone ask for painkiller injections. My father is strong too!

Who knows, his mother didn't understand the meaning of his words, and continued to say unrelentingly: "The pain pump is off, who is to blame?" If it weren't for his own constant tossing, turning over and over endlessly, would the painkiller pump be able to fall? ”

"Mom, you ......," the young man said with some irritation.

"Ahem...... ahem" The young man's father listened, and his heart was naturally very unhappy, with his son present, although it was inconvenient to quarrel with his wife, but it was still okay to use a violent cough to protest. It's just that his protest interrupted his zealous son's words of defense.

"Mom, just say a few words. Look at the dad in a hurry! The young man grumbled worriedly.

When the young man's mother heard his wife's cough, she immediately showed anxiety and apologies. That's definitely a show of truth! I think that even if there was no reminder from the young man, she would have closed her mouth in time very familiarly.

Maybe it's just a family quarrel that doesn't hurt the peace, but the strong family affection revealed in it makes people feel warm. With my understanding of the young man's father, even if his painkiller pump doesn't go off, there is a good chance that he will hum and chirp, and there is also a good chance that he will clamoring for painkiller injections. But it is precisely because of this that I can feel more clearly the young man's affection for his father. No matter how depressed his father is, he is also his own father, as long as he is his father's son, he is bound to be proud of his father. There is this joke: the child is his own good, and the wife is the good of others. At this moment, I just want to say: "Father is my own good!" ”

In fact, one of the very important reasons why the relationship between our wards is so harmonious, and the tolerance and enthusiasm for each other is definitely very important. On the south bed, I won't talk about it, anyway, the food is almost inseparable from each other, and the various soups we bring and they bring are basically shared by the two families. On the north bed, because only the middle-aged man is here, when he has something to do, we are responsible for the change of the milk of the grandmother, and the heating of the things that the grandmother eats is also completed by us (the grandmother's legs and feet are inconvenient). However, this is by no means the most important reason. Most importantly, there was a strong psychological resonance between the three of us. This resonance is linked by their feelings for their loved ones. I don't think the three of us would have met so openly in such a short period of time, and certainly wouldn't have had the rare and warm friendship we have now.

Early in the morning, the people in the ward got up one after another, especially the one who slept on the south side of the patchwork foam on the temporary bed. Because, the family members are very conscious of cleaning up before the hospital logistics staff clean, and no one wants to cause inconvenience to the logistics staff's cleaning. Of course, patients lying in hospital beds have no such scruples. As long as they can sleep, they can sleep until they wake up naturally. It's just that they lie down all day long, how can they have so many sleeps, so patients often get up earlier than their family members. Otherwise, why do middle-aged people who have been sleeping outside in extra beds always get up early? That's all noisy!

I didn't sleep all night, so naturally there was no problem of waking up early and late. As the ward became more lively and noisy, my pain became lighter and lighter. Because, whether I am chatting with others or listening to others, it can be a powerful help for me to resist drowsiness. It's nice not to have to worry about the feeling of "free fall" anymore!

As the light outside the house increased, my mood became brighter and brighter. Although it was not in good spirits, I felt that even if I lasted for another morning, it should not be much of a problem. Of course, even if I want to support it, can the relatives who care about me allow it?

The answer is obvious. A little after six o'clock, my mother had already hurried to the ward.

"Mom, why did you come here empty-handed?" I asked a little strangely.

"Isn't this afraid that you will work too hard? I'll come here and come over quickly. Go back and rest! Mother urged urgently.

The eyes are a little moist. "Mom, have you had breakfast?" I asked with concern.

"I've eaten, and I've eaten some leftovers from last night." Mother replied disapprerovingly.

I feel a little distressed. "Mom, you should go to the roadside snack bar and buy some buns or something!" Although I was reminded, I knew that it was too unlikely that my mother would be in a hurry to replace me and that she had always been thrifty, so I continued, "It's just that Dad's rice soup is running out......

"You don't have to worry about that!" My mother interrupted me decisively, "I have already told your sister that after the pigeon soup is cooked, she will bring it with her on the way to work." You just go back, wash up, and sleep peacefully after breakfast! ”