This time, Qi Zhengli stayed in the hospital for more than ten days. The main reason is that his body temperature fluctuates.

I suspect that body temperature has a lot to do with mood. Qi Zhengli's first night in the hospital was very noisy, and as a result, his body temperature rose the highest. Drugs can't lower the body temperature, so you have to use ice packs to help cool down.

Qi Zhengli was in a state of exhaustion, and when he calmed down, his body temperature continued to rise.

Fortunately, the aunt was careful, and touched his forehead with her hand from time to time when Qi Zhengli was asleep, and then she sensed the change in his body temperature. The nurse added medicine to the injection. The nurse then came to take her temperature every once in a while, and Qi Zhengli's temperature became higher and higher each time, so that the nurse had to call the attending physician, who offered to use ice packs to help cool down.

Later, Qi Zhengli made a fuss in the hospital a few times, and his body temperature rose a few times, but he was not as fierce as the first time, and the increase in body temperature was not as large as the first time.

This is also a very unique phenomenon.

For the first few days, because I had to stay by Qi Zhengli's side all night, I, my aunt, uncle, father, and Qi Zhengzhe took turns staying in the hospital. Two two in a round.

Qi Zhengzhe only stayed up one night because he had to guard the store. There is another reason, it seems that as long as Qi Zhengzhe stays in the ward, Qi Zhengli's mood will fluctuate greatly.

Qi Zhengzhe and I both felt this.

For more than a week, I was basically in the hospital during the day and my uncle in the hospital at night.

At this time, it was still the same during the day, the nurse took the temperature, the doctor did the rounds, and then there were a few hours of injections. At night, you have to be a little more leisurely, except for talking to Qi Zhengli, bathing him, and washing his feet, there is almost nothing to do.

Actually, the aunt really wanted to accompany her little son in the hospital, but the bun shop couldn't do without her.

I can understand Qi Zhengli's mood very well. Anyone else would be furious. No one can accept such a cruel reality. No one can face it.

This is God joking with Qi Zhengli. This joke is as trivial to God as if we were pinching an ant to death, but this joke is really too big for Qi Zhengli personally.

Human life is to God what the life of an ant is. It's just that people are too arrogant and value their lives too much.

God is a man who can make any joke. No matter what the joke is, it is just a joke for God.

There is a person who actively responded to the call of the country, went to the broadest countryside to compose a magnificent life, full of spirit, and high spirits, but suddenly one day, a tumor was found in his bone marrow, and then at the age of twenty-one, his legs were paralyzed at the best age of his life, and he could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, this person is Shi Tiesheng, the author of the "Retreat Notes" I mentioned earlier.

The same joke was also made on a man named Zhang Haidi, but God moved the time forward for a full sixteen years. When this man was only five years old, God said, "Let this man have a tumor in his spinal cord, and then this man will have a tumor in his spinal cord." Five years old. What do you know at five? But he has to accept a trick called high paraplegia, and start a unique life from then on.

No one believed that such a joke could be made in advance, but nothing was impossible for God. If you advance the time of this joke by another three years and seven months, then the joke falls on a man named Helen Keller. God allowed this man to suffer from acute stomach bleeding and cerebral hemorrhage when she was nineteen months old, with the aim of robbing this person of his sight and hearing. So this man has lived in a world of light and sound for 87 of his 88 years.

Actually, it's nothing. It's like if we execute an ant at will, God doesn't know how many lives we have taken away at will. How many people have died unexpectedly, no matter how nostalgic he is for this world, no matter how reluctant he is to love him and the people he loves.

Do you still use an example? Ancient ones, foreign ones, those that are out of reach, we don't talk about them, let's just talk about our side, how many days have we been in the hospital? How many times has there been a sudden wail from a hospital room, and that is a proclamation—a proclamation of the end of life.

If you still don't listen, then I'll tell you the joke that God made with my loved ones, and it made my grandfather fall and lose everything he had—what could he have if he went to another world? It brought a bad luck called dystocia upon my mother, and made her use up her last strength before saying goodbye to the world.

Brother, maybe I'm a little messy. I beg your pardon. It's because I really don't know how to put it into account to give you an idea of how I spent those days.

Because, these paragraphs are all words that I said to Qi Zhengli while sitting in front of Qi Zhengli's hospital room.

Because, I really felt Qi Zhengli's despair.

When anger can't change reality, when you can't see hope when you struggle to shake off the needle, when you can't make a single voice when you can't make a hoarse voice, all that's left is despair.

At first, Qi Zhengli couldn't listen to my advice at all. He has always ignored me. When this happens, it is even more unlikely that he will be able to let go of his self-esteem. Nor do I expect him to listen to me.

I just felt compelled to say it. Compassion will arise in the hearts of all who know about him. For the average person, the loss of a palm is no longer affordable. For a man with great athletic talent, the loss of a palm is tantamount to breaking his desire to live.

How glorious the past was, how sad the present and the past were. * The moment the explosion explodes, everything changes. The certificates, big or small, are a mockery of reality; That love letter, long or short, is a mockery of the future; That boast, true or false, is a spur to disability.

Handicapped. What a cold word. You know, the word was made by countless sufferings.

This word was originally gathered with Qi Zhengli for 18,000 miles, and eight poles could not be beaten. However, through that roar, the disability flew towards Qi Zhengli at a speed of 20,000 miles per second, quickly taking root in Qi Zhengli's body, never leaving.

So I feel compelled to say these things. Although this man has always been incompatible with me, he is after all the youngest son whom my aunt loves very much, and he is after all a classmate who has been at the same table with me for five whole years.

I remember the first time I tried to say these words, Qi Zhengli immediately became furious. He told me to shut up, he ordered me to get out, and he said he didn't want to see me again in his life. The hysteria looked terrifying.

But I don't care. Qi Zhengli's reaction was what I expected.

So when he was emotionally stable, I talked about these people and these things as if I was talking to myself. There is no doubt that he will still be angry, but the level of his anger has decreased.

I mentioned these things again and again, these people, Qi Zhengli's anger became smaller and smaller each time, and in the end, he could ignore my words, just as he usually ignored my existence.

At this time, I felt that my words had affected him. Subtly, these words may have entered his inner world. A good proof is that his body temperature has stabilized.

One day, after injecting the potion, I helped Qi Zhengli sit up and rest (not to mention summer, no matter what season, lying in bed for a long time is a very uncomfortable thing), Qi Zhengli suddenly grabbed my arm with his left hand, "Thank you." ”

"What? What did you say? "This time it was my turn to get excited. The other patients and caregivers in the ward all looked at me.

Qi Zhengli didn't say another word, but silently let go of my arm.

That's enough. These words are enough to reward me for all these days. That's why I'm excited.

Qi Zhengli looked out the window.

There was also a door and a window inside the ward, and the door used to be a small balcony with a sink on it. On the top of the balcony there are racks for drying clothes.

Through the window, you can see the private houses to the southeast of the hospital, which are two-story houses like the buildings built by Qi Zhengzhe's family. Some houses are built side by side, while others have their own houses. The flowers and trees in the yard are very luxuriant.

This is also a change that cannot be ignored. The previous Qi Zhengli never looked out the window. He either stared at a corner, or stared down at the bandaged hand, which looked like a joke, and then fell back onto the bed a few minutes later.

Looking out the window, does it mean that hope has quietly risen in Qi Zhengli's heart?

This is the strength of man, and it can also be said that he is ridiculous. Because man is a complex of contradictions.

No matter how desperate a person is, as long as he is alive, he will regain hope.

Helen Keller is like this, Zhang Haidi is like this, and Shi Tiesheng is like this.

The real despair is the "O" in "Retreat Notes", who swallows the powder of a very poisonous fish; Equally desperate is Marat from "The Blue Bridge", who walks on the Waterloo Bridge to the rumbling military vehicle.

Sure enough, two days later, also after injecting the potion, Qi Zhengli was no longer satisfied with sitting on the hospital bed, he stood up and said to me calmly: "I'll go for a walk outside the hospital." ”

"Alright," I was overjoyed, "it's time to go out for a walk." I'll be with you. ”

Qi Zhengli was noncommittal. I followed Qi Zhengli out of the ward and walked down the aisle outside the ward. He doesn't squint.

It's not that I don't fail to pay attention to the eyes of those who come and go. Whether it is a doctor, a nurse, a patient or a patient's family, their eyes are full of joy and blessings.

The eyes were saying, "It's good that the young man has finally come out."

Qi Zhengli didn't dare to meet these gazes, but his ability to shuttle through these gazes proved that he was ready, and of course he knew that not everyone's gaze was kind.

We walked in the courtyard of the hospital for almost half an hour. I kept a distance of two meters from Qi Zhengli, one in front of the other, and didn't say a word. The temperature is very high, and the wind is hot from nowhere, but it is still cool when walking in the shade of the trees. Hibiscus flowers bloom and are pleasing to the eye.

After that, Qi Zhengli was discharged from the hospital two days later.