Lin Shengsheng applied for a wheelchair for medical equipment from the hospital warehouse.

It's roughly the shape of a chair, with four wheels.

The rear wheel is larger, with a hand push wheel, and the brakes are also in the rear wheel.

The front wheels are smaller and are used for steering.

Lin Shengsheng thought that although A-Ning had bad legs, he could push her out for a walk.

It's so uncomfortable to be stuffy in the ward all day long.

This type of wheelchair is lightweight and can be folded and stowed away, but it is not suitable for sitting for long periods of time.

Sister-in-law Qing and Lin Shengsheng worked together to carry An Ning to a wheelchair.

Sister-in-law Qing dragged An Ning's shoulders and waist, and Lin Shengsheng hugged An Ning's two legs.

The moment they picked up, both of them were stunned.

Light, too light.

A small one.

Quietly sit in a wheelchair.

He looks well-behaved and has a light smile.

Far, far away, like shrouded in white mist.

It exudes a cold, fragile, and dusty purity.

"Alive! Changed the dressing—307—"

The little nurse who took turns on duty with Lin Shengsheng pinched her throat, elongated her voice, and raised the tail slightly.

Lin Shengsheng "rubbed" and jumped, and also lengthened his throat.

"Uh-this-"

smiled apologetically at An Ning, straightened his hat, pushed the medical cart, and ran out in a hurry.

Halfway through the run, it's a meal first. Change from running to walking, walk quickly and quickly, and do not be disordered.

He lifted his hat again.

The head nurse is a stern one, and I heard that it used to be a big family. There are many rules, and the work is meticulous.

Sister-in-law Qing smiled: "What a child." ”

An Ning laughed, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

Sister-in-law Qing pushed An Ning out of the ward.

On the promenade, white ground, white walls.

The doors of all wards are the same, except for the titanium-iron number on the door.

There is a small glass window on the door, which is usually covered by a blue curtain.

Doctors in white coats and glasses, nurses in plus cross caps, and family members with different looks are constantly shuttling.

Come and go in a hurry, life is varied.

In the air, the smell of disinfectant water fades.

The corners of Anning's lips are slightly hooked, and the smile deepens.

Finally, it's out.

The young sister-in-law pushed the wheelchair and turned left. After passing through Ward 307, the door is open.

"Little Ancestor, please cooperate!"

Lin Shengsheng's distressed and slightly frantic voice came.

An Ning subconsciously tilted his head and looked sideways.

Lin Shengsheng was talking to the patient, and An Ning noticed him almost immediately.

It was a boy, seven or eight years old.

At first glance, it's beautiful.

The skin was as pale as snow and tender, as if it would be blown by the wind.

The long, dense eyelashes curled up slightly, covering a pair of ice-blue eyes.

Extremely pale blue, bright and extinguished, flickering and flickering.

At second glance, it's so quiet.

To be exact, there is a lifeless atmosphere all around you.

In the eyes, there is always a layer of haze. The pretty eyes were like a sapphire gem, covered with dust.

There is a sense of the vicissitudes of time.

Motionless, with a dull gaze and a rigid expression. The eyes are not focused, and the pupils are dilated.

Is he holding his head up, looking out the window, only showing a side face, as if he is in a daze?

Hearing Lin Shengsheng's constant calls, he finally turned his head back and glanced at her coldly.

This woman is so noisy.

Then, he turned his head again and continued to be in a daze.

At a young age, he put on an old old gesture of thinking about life. Old-fashioned, with a touch of cuteness.