Chapter Twenty-Four: Daddy's Pain
A look of panic and fear had crept up his father's cheeks, and he asked in a slightly knotted tone, "That..... that....nothing else... Is there a way? ”
"There's no way, early detection is okay, but now it'....."
"Then my love, now... How much longer? ”
"No more than twenty-four hours. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info”
"Twenty-four hours", Dad repeated this sentence in his mouth, the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily, the sourness in his heart, the sadness on his face, in just a few minutes, Dad seemed to be more than ten years old.
Holding back the pain in his heart, Dad held Director Liu's right hand tightly with both hands and said, "I know, Director Liu, thank you, for the sake of my lover, Director Liu rushed from the branch so far, hard work, hard work." ”
"Nothing, nothing, and unfortunately, I didn't do much to help. Secretary Wang, don't be too sad, since ancient times, birth, old age, sickness and death have been eternal truths, and they are not things that can be solved by manpower. You have to take care of yourself, if there is nothing else, then we will go straight back to the branch hospital, there is another operation in the afternoon. ”
"Okay, I'll arrange a car to take you back to the division hospital immediately."
After Dad sent Director Liu and them out of the operating room, although he was sad in his heart, he still arranged some unfinished matters without panic. After a while, Dad ordered everyone else to go out and leave himself alone in the operating room.
In the operating room, in a very simple, empty room, there is only one operating bed in the center of the room.
Dad reached out and pulled a chair and sat down next to Mom.
My mother was lying on the operating bed, her face was pale, her breathing was weak, and although she was still in a coma, the muscles on her face twitched, showing that the pain in her body was still continuing.
looked at the unconscious mother with sour eyes, and the father's tears burst out of his eyes.
Dad gently took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and gently and slowly wiped Mom's face. Rubbing to the corner of my mother's eye, my father's hand slowly and little by little, as if facing a priceless treasure, gently caressing the slightest wrinkle in the corner of my mother's eye.
The wrinkles flattened out under Daddy's thick fingers, but they regained as the fingers left. Dad repeated this action again and again, over and over again, as if to smooth out the wrinkles that Mom had accumulated over the years.
In the end, Dad's efforts were fruitless, and the development of things and the accumulation of years were beyond his fingers.
Dad finally acknowledges this cruel and heartbreaking truth. Drops of tears, like crystal clear jade, fell from the corners of his eyes to the concrete floor in a line, and became shattered, just like Dad's heart.
Dad held Mom's hand gently and tightly, and his heart was also held gently and tightly by one hand.
The voice was low, mixed with a slight tremor, "Xiaoqin... Ah, you say, why did time pass so quickly? From when we were young, we met, knew each other, and fell in love with each other, to starting a family together, having children, and more than 20 years have passed. Now think about it, since you got married, you joined the army in Shenyang, and from Shenyang to the barren northern border, you have not enjoyed anything, and you have suffered with me. ”
"Xiaoqin, you gave birth to three sons for me, and when you saw that my brother's family was in difficulty, you took the initiative to take care of the eldest and second child to our family. Over the years, you've worked day and night. I still remember that ten years ago, when I was seriously ill, Xiaoqin, I was so sick that I couldn't get off the ground on the hospital bed, and I was still worried about the children's winter clothes, so I knitted three sweaters for the children with my weak body. I also told me a thousand times that once you can't do it, you must treat yourself and these children well. ”
"In the years when you came to the Corps, you got up at five o'clock in the morning to make breakfast for the whole family and clean up the house. When everyone has finished eating, going to work and going to school, you have a chance to eat a bite of food, and you have to go to work immediately. When you come back in the evening, you cook and mend the children's clothes, and you don't have a day off. I think my children and I have a day off every week or something, you don't have a day off for 365 days a year. Seeing that the four big ones in our family are all promising, those who go to work go to work, and those who are soldiers are soldiers. There are only three and us left in the family, it's time to enjoy the blessings, you have this disease again, you all blame me, you all blame me, you usually don't care much about you. ”
"Xiaoqin, in the past few years, I have been very busy with work, and now that I think about it, I haven't said much to you. Now that I think about it, what have I told you all these years? What's the nag about? But I couldn't remember what I said, and my head hurt when I thought about it, and I didn't remember it. Xiaoqin, if you don't know how good this disease should be, I just can't go to class, and I have to talk to you and chat, you can talk as long as you want, even if it lasts three days and three nights. Xiaoqin, I regret it, I regret it. ”
"Xiaoqin, I haven't cried for many years, I'm not used to it. It is said that men shed blood without tears, and this is especially true when I am a soldier, and there are few times when I shed tears. But I just want to cry today, I just want you to get better, I want us to live the rest of our lives. Can you get better? Can you get better? Don't leave me, don't leave me, please, I beg you. Violin! Violin! Speaking of this, my father burst into tears and cried bitterly.
Seeing this picture, Wang Yonghuan's thoughts "banged", as if he had been kicked violently, and suddenly jumped out of the Book of Changes.
At the moment when his thoughts jumped out, Wang Yonghuan burst into tears, crying loudly, crying is a sad heart! That's called a sorrow! The mountains and rivers are declining, the rivers are flowing backwards, and the tears are like strings of ice beads, gushing down in chains.
The sudden sorrow, like the cuckoo's cry of blood and blood, jumped over at three o'clock in fright, and the little eyes stared at the master tightly, not knowing what happened?
Thinking of what his father had just said, Wang Yonghuan's tears flowed down like a river out of the gate, and he couldn't stop it at all. Thinking of his mother's illness, his heart was like a knife and a needle, and Wang Yonghuan, who was in pain, couldn't breathe. The pain in his heart, the piercing pain, was like a wave of tide, washing and cutting his heart again and again.
"How did my mother get this disease? How could mom be away? Mom is gone, what should I do? I'm going to be without a mother. Thinking of this, Wang Yonghuan couldn't help but let out a "wow" and cried even more.