White sheets?

The moment the bed was pushed out of the operating room. Yiyu felt that her legs were weak. She was a little afraid to look at Zhao Ke's reaction next to her.

She held her breath, her heart was pounding, and she was about to beat to her throat, and slowly moved to the doctor, "Excuse me, how is the operation?" ”

She was terrified of hearing words like "I did my best", but it didn't work out as expected.

"The condition was too critical, and we missed the golden rescue time, and we did our best."

She turned her head and didn't know how to comfort Zhao Ke, at this time all her words seemed so weak in front of the facts.

The nurse next to her spoke beside the doctor: "This patient didn't contact his family when he sent it?" ”

They discussed it for a while, and a nurse came up to me and said, "Are you sure it's the patient's family?" ”

What do you mean, Yiyu looked at the nurse: "Isn't she Ms. Zhao Chunmei?" ”

"Zhao Chunmei? That's not her name. ”

"Nurse, excuse me, can we confirm the appearance of the deceased?" Yiyu patted Zhao Ke next to him, Zhao Ke suddenly bounced up, and slowly moved to the corner of the bed to lift the sheets.

Not his mother!

"I went to check, and Ms. Zhao Chunmei is still in the operating room." After a while, the nurse came over and said.

With a false alarm, they returned to the operating room.

A hospital bed was slowly pushed out of it, Zhao Ke ran over and asked eagerly, "Doctor, how is my mother?" ”

"The condition has stabilized, but I still need to be observed for a period of time to prevent sudden changes in my condition." The doctor looked through the medical records and said, "The most important thing for a patient is to rest. ”

"Auntie is going to the ICU for observation for a period of time, you should go home and rest first, you can't take care of it now." Yiyu persuaded him.

"No, I'm here to watch." Zhao Ke was reluctant to leave.

"You go back and rest, and you can take good care of it when your mother needs you to take care of it, otherwise you have exhausted your physical strength now, and when you need you when the time comes, you will be weak and sick, what should you do?" Yiyu looked at Zhao Ke's tired appearance, and firmly wanted to persuade him to rest.

"I was afraid that as soon as I went back, the doctor would call me and say that my mother's condition had deteriorated." The fear in Zhao Ke's eyes was clearly visible.

"I'll go back with you, and when your mother wakes up, I can still boil some nutritious soup for her, it won't deteriorate, and everything will be fine."

"I'm sorry for you." To be honest, if he goes back and no one accompanies him, he doesn't know if he can hold on.

Now that his mind is in a mess, he really needs someone who can help him deal with some things that he can't think of.

took the car to Zhao Ke's house, and Yiyu wanted to support Zhao Ke several times when she walked, because she looked at him from the side, and felt that he was crumbling and could fall to the ground at any time.

Zhao Ke's house is in a very old residential building, the paint on the outside of the wall is peeled, and there are some marks on the stairs.

His home is on the sixth floor, and climbing the stairs is not easy, but it is not too tiring. But perhaps for Zhao Ke's mother's age, it will be very hard.

Zhao Ke fumbled for the key from the pocket of his clothes, and the first thing he saw when he opened the door was the cross-stitch work hanging in the entrance.

Although the house looks very old, the home is very well maintained, and everything feels tidy, which makes Yiyu feel that Zhao Ke's mother must be very careful to take care of the house.

"You haven't eaten, have you? Hungry or not. Yiyu put the bag on the sofa and asked Zhao Ke.

"I can't eat it." Zhao Ke was paralyzed on the sofa, and the short road from the door to the sofa made him walk extremely hard.

"Eat some, I'll do some."

Yiyu found the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, there were a lot of dishes in it, and the vegetables and fruit sauces were neatly arranged.

With Zhao Ke's current condition, he should be able to eat something light but appetizing.

She took eggs and tomatoes. The combination of these two foods is often the most everyday and the best thing to eat.

She boiled some water and boiled some noodles, and mixed the noodles with the soup of tomato scrambled eggs, which looked very appetizing.

When she brought the plate over, Zhao Ke didn't know when she fell asleep on the sofa. He curled up, Yiyu had seen in books, this posture, like the baby in the mother's womb, is a manifestation of insecurity.

I remember that I was like this, and I would always change into this posture at night.

She was actually reluctant to wake up Zhao Ke, but he didn't eat, and he would definitely not know his physical strength when the time came, considering that the noodles might be cold, she patted Zhao Ke gently.

"Wake up...... It's time to eat......" also Yu called.

Zhao Ke slowly opened his eyes and sat up violently as if he remembered something: "What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong with my mother?" ”

"No, don't worry too much, I'm just letting you eat something." Yiyu puts the tomato egg noodles on the table.

"Thank you......" he let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had been greatly frightened just now.

"Eat some, even if you don't have an appetite, eat a little more, it's okay if you can't finish it." Yiyu moved the bowl closer to him.

"Thank you......" he picked up his chopsticks and put a little into his mouth. It's delicious. ”

"I remember at home, my mother often made tomato egg soup, and I couldn't get tired of eating it at all." His voice choked.

"Then you can eat more." Yiyu looked at him distressedly.

"Why did my mom collapse suddenly, the last time she fainted, it was just because of a hypoglycemic attack." Zhao Ke sighed, "What if my mother has three longs and two shorts...... I ......"

"Your mother will be fine, in fact, it's really good that you have a mother who loves you so much, I, even if it's like a mother, I want to have it for a moment."

People think so in their hearts, if the people around you are more unfortunate than you, the pain in your heart will be lessened. There is not so much truth, goodness and beauty. Many words of simple comfort are easy to say, they don't require much technical content, and they certainly don't comfort others.

Zhao Ke raised his low head slightly, a little unincomprehensible to the meaning of Yi Yu's words: "You also want to have it?" Have you never had one? ”

"You are pitiful and can only rely on your mother, but you are lucky that you can also rely on your mother, and I have never even had any of this. I don't have a mother. Yiyu said the last sentence, word by word.

"You don't have a mother?" Zhao Ke still didn't understand.

"It may have been at birth, but never again." Yiyu looked at him, just in a faint tone.

Zhao Ke suddenly understood why he used to look at Yiyu with a blank face, she always stood in front of the cash register in a daze, her eyes were full of melancholy.

It is said that parents are the best template for children's growth and character, but Yiyu has never had it, and no one has taught her to express her emotions.

So she was always depressed in her heart.

"I'm sorry for bringing back memories you don't want to recall." Although Zhao Ke said this, he didn't see how sad Yiyu's face was.

Maybe the passage of time and the precipitation of the years will gradually heal the scars on Yiyu's heart, although they will not heal, they will still leave an ugly trace there.

Zhao Ke felt that Yiyu just didn't express it, or she was a little afraid to face it.

"I'll be fine for a long time." Yiyu smiled, and then lowered his head, "No, who am I coaxing, maybe I coaxed you, but I can't fool myself." ”

"I really shouldn't be so cowardly, now my mother is like this, just for this family, I also have to cheer up 120,000 points, I can't just fall like this." Zhao Ke thought about it, stood up and said firmly.

"It's good to think so, there's nothing you can't get by." Yiyu raised his head and looked at him with his fists clenched, and couldn't help laughing.

"Thank you, Yiyu, you can sleep in my mother's house today, or you can sleep in my room."

"What does your mother like to eat?" I'm going to buy it tomorrow. Yiyu asked.

"There is no special taste either, if anything, she should like light dishes and not green onions."

"Okay, I'll make a bone broth tomorrow, I think this is the most suitable for patients." Yiyu nodded, silently jotting down the main points he said in his heart.

But it's also easy to remember, Auntie's habit of not liking eating green onions is very similar to her, she not only doesn't eat green onions, but she doesn't like ginger and garlic very much.

She wasn't quite sure if she was making this soup well, she hadn't done it before, she had drunk her aunt's boil before, although there were always very few bones, but the soup that came out was full of umami.

In fact, the meaning of drinking such soup is far more important than eating meat.

The next morning, Yiyu got up to wash, but she was not familiar with this area, so she had to look for the nearest vegetable market nearby.

Although she works in a convenience store, she doesn't often go to the supermarket to buy things, because the prices in the vegetable market are cheaper than the supermarket, and she feels like an old man, like them, who always cares about some small money.

But this habit seems to have been brought to her by her aunt before. My aunt is very good at bargaining, and she is a typical "market woman". Sometimes when I go out with her, I can feel her kind of "power." ”

Yiyu's previous clothes were almost all bought from stalls, and her aunt led her, and when she came to the stall, she would ask the stall owner for the price if she liked a slightly suitable dress.

The most impressive time, the stall owner of a dress asked for a hundred, and the aunt waved her hand: "Fifty, okay." "Just cut it in half.

The stall owner immediately heard that this must be a master bargainer, so he nodded reluctantly.

My aunt looked through her skirt, "Boss, you have a lot of clothes on the line, and we won't mention the material first, it's not worth the fifty." ”

"And how much do you say?" The corners of the stall owner's mouth twitched.

"I see, thirty at most, I'm afraid you'll make too much." The aunt directly cut another twenty.

"That's a bad thing you say, although the material of my clothes is definitely not as good as those famous brands, it is also an ordinary and comfortable material, and it is by no means as unbearable as you say."

"Okay, okay, I also know, a fixed price, twenty-five, do you see whether to sell or not? I'll pay for it. My aunt took out her purse.

"This ...... The cost is not enough, and I will not lose it. The stall owner spread his hands and looked embarrassed.

My aunt made a last resort and left.

"Let's go, girl, let's go take a look at another house." The aunt pulled her by the hand, and hurried to the side.

"Gotta get it, you, take one for twenty-five, I'll sell it." Sure enough, it was all in the aunt's hands, and before they could take a few steps, the stall owner hurriedly shouted behind them.

"Okay, let's put it up for us." Satisfied, my aunt walked over and took out her wallet.