I wanted to leave early to go to the hospital, but the dense rain still didn't stop an hour later.

I called the Johnson & Johnson booking hotline again, and my husband knew that I was going to say that I was going to be too big.

Before lunch, I finally rushed to the hospital. There was no escort card, the doorman did not let in, and many people gathered at the door, except for those who took the medical record book to see a doctor, no matter what the reason was, it was useless. I suddenly had an idea, took out the barcode list for taking the nucleic acid test report, and said confidently to go into the hall to get the report......

Since I didn't plan to take a nucleic acid test, after going upstairs, I consciously stopped outside the corridor of the ward next to the elevator. Fortunately, the gentleman did not sleep on the bed with salt water, he came out with a change of clothes.

Today, he changed his demeanor from yesterday, and the familiar complaint sounded in my ears again, "It's not good here, Auntie is fierce, and there are restrictions on water...... "I don't understand, Auntie was quite polite yesterday?"

"I stopped the weeping herb powder, and I didn't sleep well all night. Wife, the hospital stopped the high blood pressure medicine I brought, and I had to take their medicine...... "Husband, it's just to use more money, don't care, cooperate with the doctor more, otherwise the liver function is not good, and the subsequent surgery will not be done!" I persuaded him politely.

I brought a few packets of nuts for my husband to give to my aunt, hoping to be taken care of, but my husband was unhappy and said, "Why do you want to give it to her, she treats me badly......" Alas, this temper cannot be changed. Later I learned that the water here is in the bathroom, unlike other hospitals that have a special washroom. The gentleman didn't know and ran to the wrong place , and the aunt was in a hurry to stop him, so he was angry.

Because I didn't do a nucleic acid test, I didn't go into the ward in a funny way, and talked with my husband outside, telling him to have a good relationship with my aunt, otherwise I would be the one who suffered. I gave my husband a clean change of clothes and told him not to forget to change his shorts......

On the way back, just after getting off the subway and waiting for the bus, a heavy rain lasted for a long time, the ground was covered with water, a pair of leather shoes soaked in the water made a creaking sound, and the lower half of the trousers was completely wet, sticking to the calf......

Stepping into the house, thinking about it, I first sent a WeChat message to my husband, "Husband, when you go out, don't take everything seriously, spend more money for comfort, it's worth it." There are peeled apples in the cup, don't forget to eat them in the afternoon. ”

"I got it", seeing his reply, I was relieved to change my pants......

In the evening, he sang a cover song "There is Rain on the Prairie Tonight" on the national karaoke network, and with the beautiful melody, he relieved the fatigue of many days.

also used this song to express his affection for Mr. "There is rain on the grassland tonight, and the matouqin tells the friendship one by one, and we are so close to each other, so that my heart warms your heart...... There is rain in the grassland tonight, and the mare's milk wine is full of pride, and we will love each other from now on, and let your dreams live in my dreams......

Friends wonder, why didn't the "lark who loves to sing" find a partner who also likes vocal music? I can't explain it to everybody.

Life is not only about singing, but also about connotation, and what I appreciate about Mr. is precisely the connotation.

My husband is not good at singing, but he has a certain level of appreciation, and sometimes the evaluation given to me is quite like that.

I wanted to teach my husband to sing, hoping that he would express his feelings with his singing voice like I did, but every time he avoided it, saying that he was not a singing material.

I recommended Gong Yue's song to him, and he accepted. Gong Yue's songs are light and slow, and when Mr. listens to them when he eats and when he waters the flowers, his mood is wonderfully much smoother.

I often say to him, you should give your wife a little patience in raising flowers. He smiled and said, "Am I not patient enough with my wife?"

It's a pity that now he has no interest in listening to songs because of the recurrence of his illness, and he is entangled in thinking about how to kill all the cancer cells all day long. I am worried about my husband's mental state affecting the effect of the treatment.