I was sitting at home with nothing to do, and I received a call from my father, who said that he had paid his salary today, and asked me to go out with him to buy clothes. Originally, I didn't want to go out, because the sun was on my head, and my clothes were wet with sweat, so I must have felt uncomfortable.

However, after a long period of persuasion from my father, I finally agreed to go out, changed into a set of ultra-thin clothes, and walked out of the room wearing headphones. After about 15 minutes, I finally arrived at the agreed place, looked up at the opposite side of the sidewalk, and saw my father smiling and waving.

I shouted at my father, "This is the bus stop sign, hurry up." ”

"Okay."

I heard my father's answer, and just as I lowered my head, I suddenly heard a sound of brakes, and when I looked closely, a van knocked my father into the air, and after falling freely, he rolled off the roof of the car.

Seeing this situation, I was dumbfounded, and just wanted to take out my mobile phone to call an ambulance, but my father stood up like no one, patted the dust on his body, and tidied up his clothes.

I asked, "Are you really okay?" ”

"No, you see, the bus is coming, let's go buy clothes first." Dad replied.

My dad and I got on the bus, swiped the card, sat in the two-person position in front of the glass window, and slowly moved forward as the engine turned up. Suddenly, my dad grabbed my arm and snorted in pain.

Just as I tilted my head to look, I saw blood flowing from the corners of my father's mouth, holding his stomach with both hands, and the whole person shrunk on the seat. I quickly called the driver, ran off the bus with my dad on my back, stopped a taxi, and went straight to the biggest hospital in the city.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the hospital, I hurriedly picked up my father and ran into the registration hall, everyone gave way, I went to the outpatient clinic, and when I entered the house, I found that it was full of patients. Then, I put my dad on the chair, his mouth was bleeding all the time, and I was very anxious.

But the doctor in front of me, perhaps because of the large number of people, couldn't see my father and me at all, still smiling and diagnosing patients. The anger suddenly came up, squeezed into the crowd, and vigorously dragged out the doctor.

At this time, the doctor was surprised and said, "What disease does he have, why does he keep vomiting blood?" ”

"My dad was hit by a car, and there are no wounds on his body, you should treat it quickly!"

"Let me diagnose it."

I watched as the doctor slowly groped my dad's stomach, then my back, and when it suddenly reached my stomach, my dad's blood spurted out.

The doctor's panic relaxed a little and suggested, "I broke my rib and needed surgery right away." ”

I yelled anxiously? "It's useless for you to tell me, hurry up!"

Then my father was wheeled into the operating room, and I had time to call my mother, and about half an hour later, my mother rushed to the hospital with a large bag and sat down next to me. The stool was not yet warm, so he stood up worriedly and walked around the hallway.

I said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I told Dad to hurry up." ”

My mother looked at me and said, "I don't blame you, he usually walks without looking at either side, and when he gets better, this is the best lesson for him." ”

At this time, a doctor wearing a mask came out and shook his head with a wistful face.

My mother hurriedly asked, "Doctor, how is my husband?" ”

The doctor exhaled: "The patient is out of danger, but he still hasn't woken up. ”

My mother burst into tears and said, "Please, you must save him, even if the family is bankrupt." ”

I was right next to me, silent and afraid to make a sound, after all, the cause of Dad's car accident was on me. Seeing my mother's painful and weeping appearance, I felt very guilty in my heart, if I hadn't told my father to hurry up and run across the sidewalk, maybe I wouldn't have been lying on the hospital bed.

If you like the dream memory, please collect it: () The dream memory.