It always seems to be like this in the hospital.
Anxious, irritable, numb, cold, people in a hurry are everywhere.
Some people wear white coats and always have more or less pens in their breast pockets;
Some people are wearing hand-washing clothes and disposable caps. They may have just come out of the operating room. The masks are hanging on their ears and they don't bother to take them off. They look tired and want to find a place to sit against the wall;
Some people hold their bags tightly and rush to the payment window numbly, fearing that if they are late, they will have less hope;
There are patients who are confused, frightened, and vaguely hopeful, being supported or pushed, sitting in wheelchairs, or lying on hospital beds...
Despair and hope coexist, indifference and tenderness coexist.
Ruthless or sentimental, it has nothing to do with these buildings.
It is always people who set this tone.
It was already evening when Ni Bingyan and Sang Yuan arrived at the hospital.
There are many people waiting for the elevator on the first floor of the inpatient department.
Most of the patients' family members are used to it and seem very calm.
The delivery boy was carrying the takeaway, and from time to time he looked anxiously at the elevator floor and then at his mobile phone, which made people feel very anxious.
In the summer, Ni Bingyan and Sang Yuan both wore masks and mingled with the crowd.
If in other places, people would always look at handsome guys and beautiful girls a few more times, but here, no one has that leisure.
Whether you are beautiful or handsome will always come second to your health.
"Ding! The fifth floor is here!"
The elevator stopped and the two got out of the elevator, followed closely by two bodyguards.
This fan is in the first ward of the Department of Oncology, bed No. 6.
The two found the ward and knocked politely on the door.
"Who are you looking for?"
The woman who opened the door had a round face. She looked pale and haggard, but she exuded gentleness from her bones.
I was shocked when I saw three strong men accompanying a woman at the door!
Ni Bingyan quickly took off his mask: "Excuse me, is Kong Xuyan here?"
The woman looked at her blankly. After a moment, her eyes started to shine. She opened the door incoherently and let her into the room:
"Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes! This is it! Please come in! Please! Please come in..."
After the excitement, his eyes quickly filled with tears.
He didn't bother looking for paper, so he wiped his face with his palms.
She didn't expect that Ni Bingyan would really come.
The child has always been confused in the past two days, but no matter how uncomfortable he is, as soon as he wakes up, he will go online to read Ni Bingyan. After reading it, he said that he feels that he has strength again and can persist a little longer.
In the past, when he was still healthy, he always said that it would be great if he could meet his idol. But now that he is sick, he has never mentioned this again.
But there are some things that your mother will always remember for you.
Kong's mother privately discussed with her husband whether she should give it a try and see if she could invite Ni Bingyan so that her children could see it with their own eyes, so as not to leave with regrets.
Father Kong thought for a long time and finally agreed.
After that, the two of them kept trying like harassers, sending private messages to her Weibo, sending handwritten letters to her company, and sending emails to Sister Wei's work email...
As a parent, even if there is little hope, you will give it a try.
It's like knowing that your child has bone cancer, which has a low cure rate, but still spending all your money to treat him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for causing you this trip and causing you trouble. I'm really sorry..."
Kong’s mother kept apologizing.
For your own selfish reasons, you cause trouble to others.
Very ashamed, but not regretful.
"You don't have to be so polite, you are a great mother, really!"
Hearing what she said, the woman burst into tears.
After all, there are still many good people in this world.
There is warmth everywhere in the world, but no matter how nostalgic the child is, he cannot stay...
What a world!
"Who's coming?"
Entering the door, there are three hospital beds.
The bed at the door was empty. He had probably just been discharged from the hospital. The sheets and quilts had not been changed. There was garbage on the table that had not yet been confiscated. There were no patients or family members near the wall.
Lying on the bed in the middle was a man with a sallow complexion and a skinny body, who was currently sleeping.
A man with gray hair was bending down to tuck him into bed. When he heard the noise, he asked softly, "Who is here?", then stood up and looked outside.
Sang Yuan followed Ni Bingyan through the door, saw a lot of things on the bedside table, put the fruit basket on the ground, and then took the initiative to shake hands with him: "Good afternoon, Teacher Kong."
On the way here, Ni Bingyan read the letter forwarded by Sister Wei and learned that the sick Kong Xuyan was 18 years old and was their only son.
My father is a high school chemistry teacher, and my mother runs an inclusive kindergarten.
This family of three, with a strict father, a gentle mother, well-behaved and sensible children, and a decent financial situation, was originally very happy, but an illness ruined everything.
These days, children in every family are precious, and they are the center of the family. Without the children, it feels like the whole family is empty.
We all know how difficult life is for the couple in a situation like Kong Xuyan's.
When a child is young, if he is about to fall, his parents can hold him in time.
Parents are extremely proud whenever their children survive.
Now that the child is about to leave this world, the parents realize that their arms are not as strong as they imagined.
At this time, nothing can be done.
"Last fall, one day after physical education class, my child came to me in the office and told me that his calf hurt. I thought it was just a bump. But later I saw that his leg began to swell and I noticed something was wrong. I went to the hospital for a check-up and found out that it was malignant. Bone tumor."
After a brief exchange of greetings, the child's father silently moved two chairs and asked them to sit down. Then he sat restrainedly in the corner of the hospital bed and talked about the whole story of the child's illness.
Seeing that the child was not awake, Ni Bingyan refused to wake him up, so he started chatting quietly with the Kong family and his wife.
Ni Bingyan found that the two of them always avoided the word "cancer" in their words.
"This disease progresses very quickly and is very aggressive. You have done your best!"
It is said that men don’t shed tears lightly, but before the heartache reached the point of sadness, Father Kong started to shed tears without even realizing it.
Last year, he was still a high-spirited middle-aged man, at the peak of his career, full of hope for the future, and full of thoughts about which university his son should enter.
Now all I want is to keep my child alive. Even if I take medicine all year round and my requirements are as low as dust, I still can't be satisfied.
Probably every father is like this, he can be strong or he can be fragile.
It's only been a while now, but he's already getting old.
Just by looking at his back, others might think that he is old enough to take care of his grandchildren.
It's a pity that he may never be a grandfather in this life.
After sitting for a long time, the impact on the soul was no longer so great. Ni Bingyan became more comfortable and began to tell them some interesting things about his filming.
While they were talking in a low voice, the patient by the window was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed back by his family members.
She was a girl with baby fat on her face. She was probably still in junior high school. She was still crying and moaning in pain in a wheelchair. When she looked up and saw Ni Bingyan and Sang Yuan, she looked like spring flowers blooming, and she smiled extraordinarily brightly. .
"mom, Mom, Mom!"
After patting the armrest of the wheelchair and calling her mother three times in a row, the girl wanted to stand up using the wheelchair, but her mother was so frightened that she quickly hugged her!
"Ouch! Why are you such a tiger? Can you stand?"
