The young man's mother laughed, apparently agreeing with my opinion. In fact, since then, the two of us have indeed achieved friendship and mutual assistance, even to the extent that they do not distinguish each other.

Today, my father has praised the attending physician more than once. Of course I am very happy to see that my father's mood is getting better and better. And that's not all. Perhaps my sister and wife have come to persuade me in the past two days, and my mother, brother-in-law and I have been grinding and soaking hard, and since this morning, the effect of my father's cough has improved significantly. I could tell that my father was coughing desperately in great pain. I believe that even the strict attending physician will definitely praise him twice when he sees it. In fact, it was precisely because of my father's own attention and active cooperation that my father could cough up a lot of bloody thick phlegm every time in the morning. The most gratifying thing is that my father's coughing frequency is also much higher. I have mastered the basic common sense, and I know that if the current situation continues, my father will never be in danger of his life because of the lack of strength in coughing.

However, the improvement in my mood came at the cost of my body's busyness. Because, now, not only do you have to look at the infusion bottle, but you also have to eat regularly, and you need to help your father wipe the thick phlegm from time to time. It can be said that the original psychological torment has become today's physical torment. Of course, the merits are also gratifying. The garbage cans, which had been empty, were gradually filled with paper sheets one after another. Now, the tissue paper used by the father has a tendency to catch up with the young man's father.

From the first time I fed food, I was constantly observing and summarizing. After two tentative feedings, I think I should be able to feed normally. Strictly follow the instructions of the attending physician and eat once an hour. I played six times throughout the afternoon. It was because of the number of times that I gradually grasped the correct rhythm of eating. A full syringe is exactly 60 ml. The 60 ml is divided equally into large and small compartments. Through continuous attempts, I finally found that as long as I push half a square every time, after silently reciting "one, two, three" in my heart, I will push another half a small square, and then silently recite and push again. And so on until all the food in the syringe is finished. It took just over two minutes. This is definitely a relatively desirable speed. At the same time, it is also a relatively easy to grasp the method of propulsion. Perhaps, this is the so-called "practice makes true knowledge".

It was nearly six o'clock when my mother came. I asked, and my mother said that my brother-in-law would come over tonight. Originally, I was a little worried about whether my brother-in-law had enough energy. The mother said that her brother-in-law had been sleeping since he came back from school this morning, and had just gotten up when his mother came to the hospital. My mother told me to go back to dinner and get an early rest. My mother said that I hadn't slept well for days. The mother's words were full of concern.

I didn't go back immediately. I told my mother that I would wait until my brother-in-law came over and explained the precautions for eating before I could go to my sister's house. I didn't tell my mother what to do (I'm afraid she might not be able to figure it all out), but at six o'clock, I poured the thick rice soup directly into my father's nose tubes.

At my behest, when my brother-in-law came over, he brought a nutritious rice soup steamed with vegetables, carrots, and other vegetables. My brother-in-law happened to arrive at the ward at seven o'clock, and I happened to demonstrate with the newly arrived warm and nutritious rice soup. After my detailed explanation based on practical experience, my brother-in-law quickly mastered the basic essentials of eating. After that, I left the hospital with peace of mind.

At dinner at my sister's house, I briefly told my sister and wife about my father's recent situation. My sister and wife were very happy about the change in my father's cough. As for their father's high opinion of the attending physician, they all felt that this should not be a bad thing. My sister, in particular, felt that her trust in the attending physician could give her father more confidence in overcoming the disease. In my sister's words, absolute confidence can lead to absolute victory.

Probably, my sister's point of view is suspected of idealism. However, in the fight against the disease, the role of the human spirit is indeed crucial. I heard that there was a person who had a physical examination at the Municipal People's Hospital and was told that he had such and such cancer. On the spot, this one was scared down. The man was carried home on a stretcher. Later, because this person's family did not believe that he would get cancer because he had been in good health, they resolutely took him to a professional hospital in Shanghai for another examination. As a result, the experts from the Shanghai Professional Hospital told him with great certainty that you are very healthy and absolutely free of cancer. Hearing this, the "cancer patient" who was carried over on a stretcher immediately jumped off the stretcher. It is said that when the car arrived home, the "cancer patient" was the first to get out of the car. I have not examined the veracity of this rumor, but I think that even if it is false, the important role of the spirit emphasized in it is still very plausible. I believe that many cancer patients die quickly because of their mental breakdown, or in layman's terms, being scared out of their hearts by cancer. If they can overcome their fear of cancer, although they may not be able to beat cancer, they will certainly have no problem living for a longer period of time.

After dinner, my wife and children returned to our home in a relaxed mood that we had not felt since learning that my father had cancer. My wife felt sorry for me and urged me to take a bath as soon as I got home. After that, he told me to leave nothing alone and go to rest. So, I was the first person in my family to sleep. Usually, it is the children who are still in kindergarten who are the first to go to bed.

At the moment, my father is getting better, so that night, as my mind gradually relaxed, I slept very quickly and soundly. This night, I almost slept all the drowsiness that had accumulated in the last few days.

The next day, I got up early, washed up, hastily ate some dry food, drank some boiling water, and hurried to my sister's house. took the nutritious rice soup made by my sister, and then rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible.

At around 6 a.m., as soon as I arrived at the ward, I asked my mother and brother-in-law to go back to rest. After a good night's sleep, my spirits were good, and I felt full of energy to do anything. At seven o'clock, I pushed my father through the nasal tube to eat nutritious rice soup on time. I thought it was the best I've ever done since I ever eaten.

While I was eating, the young man also used the nutritious rice soup I brought, and under my demonstration, he gave his father a decent nasogastric feeding. This time, they didn't say anything like thanks, so it's not hard to see how close our relationship has become.