Apparently my dad hadn't woken up yet, and my grandparents were sitting next to me.

Grandpa apparently began to blame himself, and kept holding the calendar and began to repeat how he forgot to tear it. And I hope that Dad doesn't blame him, but apparently Dad definitely can't hear it.

My grandmother took me aside and asked me what the doctor had said, and I told me about malnutrition. There was no mention of the liver transplant, and he said that he needed to hire a nurse.

I thought that the doctor didn't say anything about the other test reports, and if I said the 500,000 thing now. If there is a problem with other organs, wouldn't it add to the chaos if it suddenly becomes lawless? It's better to wait for the doctor to settle down, and then I'll make things clear.

Grandma was silent for a moment, then grabbed me and said, "The nurse or something is a nanny, right?" I'll come, I don't need money to ask someone. Does malnutrition need to be made up, it depends on how thin your father is. ”

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The matter was over, and he stayed in the hospital room until the night.

Grandma bought a basin and drew hot water, saying that she had to wipe it for her father in a hurry.

I'm just saying that Dad is awake, otherwise no one knows where he moves. It's good to talk about it, so that grandma stopped what she was doing.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, I don't know if the power of the medicine has subsided.

Dad opened his eyes and began to ask where he was.

Grandma immediately asked Grandpa to buy food, and sat aside to talk to Dad about the situation.

I didn't worry about my grandfather going out alone, so I went out with my grandfather.

Grandpa bought some porridge and side dishes, but Dad said he didn't have much appetite.

Grandma nagged a few words before she symbolically ate a few bites.

Dad told everyone not to worry about going back first, and Grandpa said that he was tired and wanted to go back.

But my grandmother said that she wanted to stay a little longer, and I couldn't stop it.

Grandpa needs someone to accompany him alone, and I need to go to work tomorrow.

I followed my grandfather home, and my grandmother came back almost in the middle of the night.

In the days that followed, I still had to work, and my grandparents took turns delivering breakfast and lunch. In the evening, after I got off work, I brought dinner to my father. Because I didn't hire a nurse, the cleaning was all done by my grandmother.

Grandpa couldn't be clumsy, and every night I went to deliver food. Grandma is always worried about going along, for fear that her father will be dishonest.

It is true that my father, who has not drunk for a week, has significantly improved his spirits.

He began to speak sharply, but his face was still sallow.

Grandma said that her father's face was on her face, but she just thought that it would be better if it took time, so she didn't say much.

I also checked it properly, and drinking alcohol hurts the liver. Dad's drinking method has been like this for more than 20 years, and it's good to be alive.

I still remember that the doctor said that he could only live for two months without a liver transplant, but at this moment, I think the doctor is alarmist about my father's good transfer.

I asked my dad where it hurts, and my dad says it doesn't hurt anywhere.

It's just that people are uncomfortable and want to drink some wine.

It's impossible to drink alcohol, and grandma almost didn't hit my dad when she heard that she wanted to drink.

When asked if he knew me, Dad just smiled stupidly.

I know he knows me, but it seems like he can't say it.

I can't say the same thing, even if my grandmother is around, I can't call out.

I haven't shouted for more than 20 years, and my mouth seems to be rusty.

It was the doctor who came to check on me that day, and when he saw me, he waved at me and said, "Why didn't you leave your number?" Your dad is another one who can't tell the truth. If you had some money here, I thought you wouldn't want it. ”