Chapter 204: Two Hundred and Four. The old house of the Shen family 19

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I found that I am a more prodigal person, and I always like to be hypocritical, especially when I write at the beginning, my emotions are like a reservoir dam that discharges floods, but fortunately, there are not many people who read my writing now, hehe, talking to myself will not affect social harmony. (But it's a common problem, and every time I start writing, I always want to be verbose.) Come to think of it, I can't blame it all. For the saints, everywhere is knowledge; For Wenqing, every little thing is hypocritical, and many very simple things can make a Wenqing associate a lot. )

However, similar to today's hypocrisy, I hope to have more: because if people in this world are good, the world will win together (I feel that this thing can transcend narrow regions, nations, countries, and races.) Ignore the previous sentence and treat the people around you with kindness, and the environment will treat you with kindness. )

I always feel like we live in a real environment full of kindness:

My mom broke her leg in the first semester of my senior year, and the steel plate was never removed after the surgery. When I went home for the Chinese New Year this year, I discussed it with my sister and decided on it. The doctor had already been contacted, and although my mother's surgeon was resting, he still helped me connect with other doctors in advance.

When I went to the hospital with my mom yesterday morning, everyone from the doctor to the nurse felt very kind. Especially during the Chinese New Year, to be honest, it is not easy to stick to the post, but the doctor still does his best to help us. After completing the hospitalization procedures, I bought fruit for my mother on the way to buy food, and bought a box of strawberries. When I came back, the doctors and nurses crowded into the office to cook hot pot and eat. (It's a bit sad here, yesterday was the sixth day of the new year, and if you were at home, you should be pushing cups and changing lamps with relatives and friends, instead of crowding in the hospital and eating a not so delicious hot pot with a bunch of colleagues.) It's really not easy for them, especially when the doctor speaks, it's no different from his own brother, shhh

In the corridor, I met an old aunt who was sweeping the floor, who looked to be about 60, and gave her an apple she had just bought.

Today, my mother's surgery was just my family, and the doctors and nurses helped me throughout the whole process. Later, I heard from my mother, and the doctor specially asked others to help us more, saying that my mother only had a son here.

And the cleaning aunt just gave me a few footbaths (I said one is enough, but I sent 3. )

It's all very simple, and I didn't embellish it when I wrote it. But it's such a simple thing that makes people feel that the world is very beautiful.

Thank you doctors and nurses, you are the loveliest people!

Okay, I'm going to go write and get out as much as I can.

Thank you for coming and writing my story!