After 10 p.m., the bustling ward gradually fell silent. There is no sound of TV, no chat, just the sound of even breathing after falling asleep. Such a quiet environment is the best place to sleep. But it's precisely because it's so suitable for sleep that it feels extra painful for me.

Although I knew that without the infusion, my father's potential danger would have been reduced a lot, but I could not guarantee that there would be no danger. I don't dare to be negligent in the slightest. As the fatigue continued to strike, the temptation of the bed became more and more obvious. For someone like me, who hasn't had much rest for days on end, it's especially hard to resist the temptation.

The eyelids are getting heavier. Especially just after feeding my father. It was precisely because my father did not need to eat by mouth and that I controlled the temperature of the soup just right every time, so I did it quietly every time I fed at night, and I did not wake my father from his sleep once. When eating, if you have something to do and be careful, you will naturally not feel drowsy. But once this tedious, delicate work was completed, as my mind relaxed, and there was still plenty of time to eat (after an hour, I needed to eat again), the sleepy bugs in my body began to come alive.

At first, with his strong will, he could barely resist. I struggled to support my increasingly heavy eyelids, trying to keep my eyes open. Later, not only did my eyelids become as heavy as a mountain, but even my consciousness began to blur. His incomparably strong will, as if under the strong temptation, became weaker and weaker. Even if I tried my best to resist, it seemed difficult to stop. Gradually, the opening of the eyes became less and less noticeable. Finally, the upper and lower eyelids completed their first victorious meeting.

Suddenly, I felt as if I had fallen into a bottomless abyss. As my head fell rapidly in a state of confusion, I suddenly woke up. Nervous and ashamed, I immediately lifted my still confused head, and lifted my indescribably heavy upper eyelid with great difficulty. Caring for my father became the strongest stimulant for me to dispel sleepiness. With the support of incomparably strong perseverance, I shook the incomparably heavy head vigorously. Then stood up and walked back and forth a few times. The effect was immediate, and with each step, my consciousness cleared up a little and the weight on my eyelids diminished. When I felt refreshed and refreshed, I sat down next to my father's bed again. Of course, even as I walked back and forth, my eyes scanned my father from time to time.

When I sat down again, my heart was filled with chagrin. How could I almost fall asleep? What if something happens to my father if he does fall asleep? Am I not loving my father enough? Otherwise, how could I have dozed off at such a critical moment? Thinking of this, deep down I was filled with deep reproach for myself.

In frustration and self-blame, I took out my phone and looked at the time. Consciousness suddenly tightened. Oh no, it's time to eat. Damn it! What is going on with me, I almost missed a big thing.

After scolding in my heart, I hurriedly got busy again. Pour out an appropriate amount of the cold nutritious rice soup in the thermos cup, and then take the bowl containing the rice soup to the public microwave oven on the 21st floor as quickly as possible to heat it. and rushed back as fast as he could. The next step is to draw it with a syringe and test the temperature with the palm of your hand. Sitting on the edge of my father's bed, I quietly took the feeding tube from my father's nose, folded it in reverse, pulled out the plug, and stuffed the syringe in. Slowly push the syringe. Advance half a square each time, then count three times in your mind, and then advance half a square. After more than two minutes, a syringe full of nutritious rice soup was all injected into the nutrition tube. Fold it in reverse, pull out the syringe, and insert the plug. After washing the syringe, rinse the feeding tube with a little warm boiled water and follow the steps above. As a result, a complete set of tedious and delicate cooking processes can be regarded as successfully completed.

Once again, I sat down on my father's bedside. In the huge ward, everyone except me was sleepy. If it is during the day, I have to look at the infusion bottle, wipe my father's saliva from time to time, and often help my father turn over, then I am constantly busy, even if I am not energetic, I will never have the leisure to doze off. It's a pity that it's night, no infusion is needed, and my father is already asleep, no longer coughing, no longer need to roll over. Not to mention that I am physically tired, even if I am full of energy, but in the quiet night when there is nothing to do, I sit so silently, and over time I will develop a strong sense of sleep.

I was annoyed and blamed myself, but not long after the feeding was completed, my unassuming eyelids began to grow heavy again. Wave after wave of thick tiredness swept over me, and they continued to wash over the fortress of my strong will. I resisted desperately, and I strongly supported. But the upper and lower eyelids still unstoppably began to fight. Every time you lift your upper eyelids, it takes a lot of effort. The upper eyelids, which were heavier than Tarzan, finally closed together with the lower eyelids. I was already unconscious, but I still couldn't withstand the great temptation after all. My head fell hard again. The rapid movement of the free fall woke me up again.

I jerked to my feet. If it weren't for the dead of night, I'd be roaring. Oh, my God! Why am I so angry! I want to give myself a hard beating. I walked back and forth around my father's bed again. There was a great anger in my heart that I could not forgive myself.

Bastard! What a jerk! How did I almost fall asleep again! I roared in my own heart.

The anger that rushed to the sky diluted his deep sleepiness well. So, I sat down next to my father's bed again. Now, until the next time I eat, I didn't have the unforgivable mistake I made (dozing off). This may have something to do with the fear of missing out on food.

After another meal, the anger in my heart had faded to the point that it was almost gone. Sitting quietly, I was once again honored to be favored by the sleepy insects. This time, I still couldn't help but have a "beautiful free fall"! Again, I was annoyed and blamed myself. Of course, having learned my lesson, I finally didn't want to let this state of incompetence repeat again and again. Therefore, I began to think of an effective way to eliminate the undesirable phenomenon completely.