Life

The child had low fever for several days in succession, and there was no sign of improvement after taking the medicine, so he was taken to the hospital very early today. It hasn’t arrived at eight o’clock, and the doctor hasn’t arrived yet. After hanging up the number, I sat with my child in the waiting area of the hall. At this moment, the hall was relatively quiet, and only a few people came and went hurriedly. The cleaner shook the big mop and scrubbed the floor of the hall laboriously. There was the smell of disinfectant in the air and the cold air pouring in outside the door. The child shivered and squeezed into my arms. I held him tightly, and we waited quietly. Suddenly there came a painful cry behind me, which broke the silence and scared me very much. I looked back and saw a man, covering his belly, squatting on the ground with his head down to the ground until the whole person lay on the ground. Then, he struggled to stand up again, and I saw clearly that it was a young face, dyed yellow hair, messy, just like a twisted face, trying to tell a kind of struggle and endurance. The young man stumbled against the wall and reached the corner of the table. The pain made him beat his chest, hit the wall and clap the table, which made him almost roar. The cells all over my body hurt with him. The young man was lying on the guidance desk, rolling in and out in pain. People came over one after another, concerned about his illness one after another, and more concerned that there was no family member accompanying him, but the young man had no energy to answer. The security guards and cleaners came, and everyone talked about how to help this lonely young man. The assistant worker of the emergency room pushed the mobile sickbed, and the emergency doctor on duty was invited to the hall. After a simple diagnosis, the doctor said eagerly that he pushed forward the emergency room and arranged the nurses on duty to help register. So the onlookers stretched out their hands one after another to help lift the young man to the bed. A group of people crowded to the emergency room. The crowd dispersed, and my Hanging Heart was relieved. I felt lucky for that young man that there were so many kind people who lent a hand and helped him enthusiastically. Soon, the hall was filled with patients waiting for treatment, old and young, men and women, shouting and making noise one after another. The busy air was full of tension and worry. My husband accompanied my child into the consulting room, and I sat alone in the chair, quietly watching the people coming and going. The stumbling old man, with a stick and the help of his children, walked past me and sat on the chair near me. The children helped the old man put the crutch aside, took off the cotton cap, adjusted the messy hair conveniently, leaned over the old man’s side, asked and talked. The mother-to-be with big belly came to have a physical examination, shaking her husband’s hand in one hand, waving the test sheet in the other hand, moving his steps with his face full of delicate happiness. The young wife leaned against her husband’s shoulder, and the husband kissed his wife’s cheek affectionately. The sick student, with a fever-relieving sticker on his forehead, reluctantly followed his parents and walked to the consulting room. Walking, he slowed down and left his parents far away. Then parents would turn around and call, or walk back to take the children away. I guess the students are afraid of injection or infusion. After all, how big a child is, and the pain caused by the needle is deeply shadowed. Younger children are either held by their parents, held by their parents, or carried by their back. Some are low-pitched, some are constantly sobbing, and some are grinning and crying, there are also clever things that make people feel pity immediately. The other families accompanying me were also carrying big and small bags with food, drinks, covers and clothes inside. I wish I could bring the whole warm world to my children. There were also some injured legs, wrapped in gauze, and passed by with the help of their families. He hurt his arm and was bandaged by his family. I was also seriously ill lying on a mobile bed, pushed by a nurse, and my family was accompanied by me hurriedly. When passing by me, I could feel the overflowing concern and warmth. After seeing the doctor, the child came back to me. I asked him if he still felt uncomfortable? He said: I feel uncomfortable, but it’s good to have my mother around me. The warm spring flows through my heart instantly. Looking around the living creatures coming and going in the waiting hall, most of them were accompanied by family members and friends for treatment. Even the single young man in the morning also got the care and help of many people around him. Although they met each other on a strange way, although non-met.. Every face says pain, patience, and endurance. However, no matter how painful or sad it is, there are people around who are caring and caring, sharing the pain and caring for the sick relatives and friends by instinct, which is the warmest and longest companionship in the world. I remember reading a sentence from the book: you can love your love, but you can’t hurt your pain. If you can suffer for you, why cherish my body, because you exist, this is the meaning of my life. Yes, we have to bear the pain of the body, but at least we can hold the accompanying hands tightly and say: life has pain, but it is good to have you. Therefore, I took the child’s shoulder and held him tightly in my arms. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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