Although my father strongly stated that he would have no problem walking, I firmly discouraged him from walking around the hallway for safety reasons. As a result, on the first day he was able to get out of bed, his father was confined to his room. In this regard, the father's complaint was unavoidable, because such a small range of movement obviously did not meet his requirements.

Later, from my father's conversation with Nanbian in bed (the same experience can easily resonate psychologically), I learned how they really felt. Lying in the hospital bed all day and night, for a long time, in addition to physical exhaustion, what is even more unbearable is psychological exhaustion. Stuffed in the cramped space of the hospital room all day, they desperately want to be able to go outside to breathe. The idea of leaving the oppressive space is not ruled out, but it should be more out of the psychological need to change the environment. Not to mention my father, even the father of a young man who was a little afraid of walking, after two days of adaptation, whenever the time came to go out and walk, he couldn't help but show a very excited look. I could clearly feel the longing of the young man's father at a brisk pace.

The next day, after injecting my father with the soup, it was only about half past five in the morning. By that time, my father had already woken up. At that time, there were no infusions at night, but they were still needed during the day. Therefore, my father said, "Why don't you go outside and take a walk while there is no water hanging now?" ”

I knew that this was nothing more than an excuse from my father, because the infusion normally didn't start until after eight o'clock. However, exercise is not a bad thing, so I readily agreed. This time, it wasn't just in the hospital room, so I not only put on my father's cotton jacket, but also put on his padded pants. This set of thin cotton clothes and pants was specially bought for my father after his operation, when we saw the clothes of other patients. At that time, according to those experienced family members, such cotton pants were more suitable for postoperative patients because they were very convenient to wear.

I have the impression that it should be quite early at half past five in the morning. In normal times, it is definitely a very quiet time, because basically everyone is still asleep. However, the moment I accompanied my father out of the ward, I knew that I was wrong, and it was quite wrong. It was also half past five in the morning, but now I saw a lively scene.

Other floors, I don't know. However, at this moment, a considerable figure has appeared in the wide corridor on the twenty-first floor. According to incomplete statistics, there should be no less than twenty people. It is common for one or two family members to accompany a patient. There are also more exaggerated ones, two people holding the patient's armpit, and two people following behind, one holding a bag connected to a drainage tube, and the other carrying a stool. If you are tired of walking, the person carrying the stool will immediately put the stool under the patient's buttocks.

There was no time to marvel, because I had to follow my father's brisk and excited steps into the wide corridor with the bag attached to the drainage tube. In this way, my father and I joined the army of this anomalous movement.

For the first time since the operation, my father walked out of the room and into the hallway on his own. Although it is also indoors, the air here is significantly cleaner than in a small hospital room. I could feel my father's breathing getting worse. In his excitement, his father gulped greedy breaths. For my father at the time, it was a luxury to go out into the corridor to breathe in the fresh air. Such a rare opportunity, how could my father miss it?

I could clearly feel my father's pace picking up. Yesterday I tried to persuade my father: "Slow down, slow down!" "But today, my father is even faster than yesterday. Actually, I'm not a nagger, but because I'm afraid that too intense exercise will backfire, I have to remind again and again: "Dad, slow down!" "Dad, don't worry!" "Dad, you sit down and rest for a while, it's still early, we have time." ……

My eager persuasion must have been one of the sources of the cacophony, but it was by no means the main one. Because there are many athletes who make their debut like their fathers, but it is extremely rare to see them as strong-willed and physically strong as their fathers. They came in groups of three or five, and after walking a little way, they sat down to rest for a while. In the process of resting, these people are not idle at all, and the patient is better, but he speaks, and his voice is not very loud due to his weak body. The more excessively powerful family members are the ones. Although there is no such exaggeration as Hong Zhong, there are many chatters and opinions, and occasionally there will be unbridled laughter. The scene was absolutely lively and hot.

Now, I finally understand the dilemma of middle-aged people when they sleep. "Like if I sleep in the hallway, after five o'clock, I will inevitably be woken up by the sound of footsteps. These people go and go, and they talk and laugh from time to time, as if they are afraid that the sleeping person will not wake up. "Thinking of the words of a middle-aged person, I think he described it really well! It's just that he is a victim, and now I am one of the "perpetrators of all evils".

"Hey, poor people (family members sleeping in extra beds in the hallway)!" I groaned silently in my heart. But I will never give up persuasion because of them (my father slowed down).

How many of the people who came to the hospital knew each other? But bored patients and their families, whether they recognize them or not, will greet you warmly like long-time acquaintances.

In fact, as long as you stay on the 21st floor for a while, you will definitely be able to judge a lot of things from the drainage bag hanging on the patient's body. But in order to find a topic, in order to pass the time, many people will knowingly ask.

"Old man, you're about to be discharged from the hospital, right?" One of the resting people asked enthusiastically as he pointed to the empty bed beside him.

"Morning! It's only been a few days since the surgery! The appearance of the father was actually a little energetic, but the man's words obviously aroused his father's interest, so the father replied while sitting on the empty bed next to the man.

"It's not like that!" The man feigned doubts.

"Isn't it like?" Father asked.

"Look at you, you walk like you are like a nobody, where do you look like a person who has gone under the knife!"

This is a very pleasing person, and one sentence goes to my father's heart. When I saw the smug and satisfied smile on my father's face, I knew it was time for me to make a move. And it had to be shot! For I was afraid that my father would become even worse under the influence of vanity. Once such a situation arises, then maybe the father is in danger.