This situation frightened Zhang Yang and didn't dare to say more. His trembling hand fell on me, and the misery of the fog made my misery worse.

Sad, Dad, I'm just as worried.

"Zhang Yang, you go back with your dad first, he has been standing and can't stand it."

My hoarse voice made Zhang Yang worry when he heard it, and he looked at me hesitantly, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

Seeing his embarrassment, I said softly, "Don't worry, I can hold it." ”

"I'll come to the hospital as soon as I'm settled."

"Good ......"

I wanted to say a complete sentence, but the sadness made me unable to speak, Zhang Yang sighed, shook his head and walked out.

Sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, I touched my mother's hand and pretended to be relaxed: "Mom, the doctor said that you can hear me, just be able to hear me, it means that you are conscious, am I right?" If you don't keep quiet, you are acquiescing......"

As I spoke, my tears rolled down again.

When I remembered that when I was sick, my mother also chatted with me like this, and my heart hurt terribly.

The scenes of the past are still vivid, but the pictures of the present are not people, how many people can bear such blessings and misfortunes? With a long sigh, his thoughts stopped abruptly, and he focused his eyes on his mother.

She must have wanted to talk to me, but she was too tired to open her eyes, so she couldn't open her mouth.

"You're really tired, and you have to worry about everything in your family, especially me, which just breaks your heart. Rest when you're tired, and talk to me when you're rested. Actually, you can't sleep, so you might as well listen to me. ”

At this point, I tucked my mother's quilt away, kissed her on the forehead, and continued the conversation alone.

"Mom, I didn't go to the hospital, are you angry? If you get angry and misunderstand your daughter, I would have wanted to see you for a long time, and I would have bought you two red dragon fruits. But somehow, I suddenly caught a cold, and I didn't go to the hospital because I was afraid of infection. What I said is true, I don't lie to you. ”

I chattered a lot, but my mother still didn't say anything, and I was uncomfortable.

Mom is sixty-three years old, her cloud-like hair has turned white, her walk is more and more staggering, she even chats and forgets to talk, and sometimes she forgets what she wants to do when she turns around.

"Old lady, you are old, you can't accept old age."

I barely joked with my mother, and the sadness in my tone didn't have the slightest sincerity of joking.

Time flies so fast, and before you know it, it's eleven o'clock.

Normally, at this time, her mother would have gone to sleep, but now, she is lying in the intensive care unit......

"Wenwen, how can you do it without resting? I rented a companion bed, you go to lie down, I guard my mother. ”

I don't know when, Zhang Yang came back, looking at me who was haggard, he said distressedly.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm here with my mother. If the first person Mom saw when she woke up was me, she would be happy. ”

I said word by word, imagining my mother's happy appearance and laughing, laughing and laughing, and crying again.

At this moment, a nurse with a hanging bottle walked in, she looked at me and asked, "Is this patient Xiang Fangyun?" ”

"Yes, it's her."

My voice was soft, without a hint of life. This is the sixth hanging bottle, I answered six times, and my mother was also in a coma for twelve hours.

It doesn't sound like a long time, but in my eyes, it's too long, longer than a century......

"It's been four hours since the last suction, and the patient has to be given a third suction."

As he spoke, two more nurses walked in.

They were holding thin, sterile sputum tubes, and one of them walked to the bedside and reached out to steady her mother's head.

"Sputum suction? Late, later......"

When I heard that I was going to suck my mother's phlegm again, I shivered and prayed.

Before my mother was admitted to the hospital, I didn't know about the process of "suctioning", and I still saw this medical term by accident.

"Because the patient is in a coma and cannot produce sputum, in order to ensure the patency of the respiratory tract of the critically ill patient, facilitate the removal of foreign bodies in the respiratory tract, and prevent the blockage of the throat from causing other lesions, the patient is intubated and suctioned."

This definition of specialization is the only thing I know about "sputum suction".

However, when I witnessed the nurse sucking phlegm on my mother, my whole heart trembled.

It is simply a cruel punishment for mankind!

Punishment, how can a derogatory term be compared with saving lives and helping the wounded? And add "cruelty".

If I hadn't witnessed the nurse sucking my mother's phlegm, I would have been ashamed of my inappropriate words.

After all, this operation is used to save lives, it can suck out the secretions of the respiratory tract, and prevent the patient from having serious consequences such as asphyxiating shock due to the blockage of the throat due to poor breathing.

Xu is shouldering a heavy responsibility is always extremely painful, so my mother kept crying and convulsed violently. At this moment, I wish I was blind.

In that case, I won't be able to see my mother's pain, and I can't remember that my mother is still in a coma. It's a pity that I saw it, and I still keep these images in the depths of my memory, unforgettable.

Because, I know her too well!

She is a strong, optimistic and positive person, and she is very calm when things happen, no matter what happens, she is calm.

For example, one year, my dad and I didn't know which god to offend, anyway, we were unlucky and sick and hospitalized.

Wife and daughter, old and young, if these things are put on others, even if they don't collapse, they will be sad, but my mother is different.

She took good care of us, and chatted with us with a smile, and she didn't even have red circles under her eyes, let alone tears.

The eye circles are not red and the tears are not flowing, which does not mean that her mother is hard-hearted, but it shows that she is rational in trouble. She knows in her heart that the more sick her loved ones are, the more important she must be to keep herself optimistic.

She smiled warmly and said happily, happy busy, Dad and I will have a good mood and recover soon.

Half a month later, my dad and I were discharged from the hospital. The moment I walked into the house, tears welled up in my mother's eyes after enduring a long time. Eventually, though, she held back her tears.

Obviously anxious, obviously sad and uncomfortable, but still unfazed, this not only requires fearless courage, but also a strong heart.

is such a resolute old man, but he is tortured by "sputum suction" again and again, and in the case of severe coma, what kind of pain should this be?

For me, watching my mother endure the pain of heartbreaking, watching my mother survive and not begging for death, and watching my mother become terminally ill and continue to suffer, this unchangeable picture is the most cruel human tragedy.

Life is like this, although people always say that there is a mixture of joy and sorrow, but in real life, there is still more sadness than joy, and tragedy is more memorable than comedy.

And the physical and mental pain suffered by my mother can be described as more than a tragedy? Even the most abusive tragedy is not enough.