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.

I won't forgive myself, not in this life, not in the next.

Who made my mother when she needed me the most, but I couldn't even help at all, and I couldn't even say a word of comfort. I know that being sick cannot be replaced, and I also know that I can't disturb the nurse when I am by my mother's side, but the truth is reasonable, and my heart will never be at peace.

The so-called mother-daughter connection, naturally sensed it, and I was really guilty......

"Hello, please give way."

Just as I was complaining about not being able to bear the pain for my mother, a nurse's polite and standard voice interrupted my thoughts.

When I looked up and saw the phlegm tube entering my mother's mouth, my heart was broken.

Mom, I'm going to experience the torture of life worse than death again!

Torment, this is the opposite of the light, with a tormenting negative emotion.

It recurs unscrupulously, and everyone who is tainted by it has the despair of walking in hell.

It's because of its terrifying nature that I'd rather my mom be unconscious. It doesn't matter if my thoughts are seen as rebellious, as long as my mom is free from pain.

After all, I owe her so much that I can't pay it for the rest of my life.

The debts I owe must be repaid, not to mention that I still owe emotional debts. I will do my best to make amends to my mother, and I will sincerely apologize to her, but not here.

All I have to do right now is to get the nurse to stop what she is doing, immediately!

Mom wept again, and the indistinct weeping was extremely poignant. I don't know if it's because the time has been extended, so my mother's pain has also deepened? Anyway, I saw Mom's right leg bounce up.

It was only for a moment and only two or three seconds, but it did happen.

In addition to so many heart-wrenching and unsettling changes, the only thing that remains unchanged is that my mother is still in a severe coma. The unconscious changes have become more severe than lessened, which really scares me. Faintly, a sense of foreboding rose in my heart.

Tian Wenwen, what are you thinking? There is no premonition in this world, no, premonition exists......

At this moment, my mind was confused as if I had fallen into an evil spirit, and dizziness followed.

"Wenwen, are you alright? I'll help you to bed and lie down. ”

Looking at me who was paralyzed, Zhang Yang was so nervous that he was trembling even when he spoke.

Unfortunately, his concern was in vain.

When I endured the headache and struggled to take a step, I was stopped by Zhang Yang.

"I know you're uncomfortable, and I'm uncomfortable too. Mom can't breathe on her own, so she can only rely on sputum suction to remove the obstruction, so as not to aggravate the condition of the respiratory tract infection. ”

Zhang Yang whispered to me while wiping away my tears, and under his persuasion, I dispelled the idea of obstructing the nurse. Looking at me crying like a tearful person, the nurse also sighed again and again.

They don't want me to see this picture either, my mother's miserable and helpless can be sighed by anyone who sees it, let alone me.

As the phlegm duct deepened, the mother's body trembled uncontrollably, and tears poured out again and again, soaking through the pillow towel and wetting the sheets.

Sadly, she remained unconscious.

It's strange, I'm not a crying person, I didn't cry when I was a child, everyone praised me for being brave, and my mother hugged me and kissed me non-stop, saying that I was her little warrior.

Since I'm brave, since I'm a little warrior, I shouldn't cry.

But what's wrong with me today? From morning to afternoon, from morning to evening, until now......