Zhang Wanqiu comes every day to check Jiang Shan's blood pressure, temperature and other basic checks. The important thing is that Jiang Shan can eat normal meals here.
Three meals a day were served with hot, freshly prepared dishes. Jiang Shan, who had experienced a rough and turbulent life on the move, was a little uncomfortable seeing the food in front of him. Moreover, these vegetables, meat, eggs, vegetables and fruits are balanced, which Jiang Shan has never had such treatment in the past nineteen years of his career.
Zhang Wanqiu saw Jiang Shan suddenly staring at the food and refusing to eat it, "What's wrong? Is it not to your liking?"
Jiang Shan looked at the food in front of him and suddenly glanced at the corner of the ceiling.
The corners of the wall were clean and white.
But Jiang Shan seemed to see a squirming black substance, just like the food in the freezer of the cave hotel.
Jiang Shan couldn't eat anymore.
Everywhere in this ward was spotlessly clean, but it just made Jiang Shan uncomfortable.
Jiang Shan looked at Zhang Wanqiu and said suddenly: "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Thinking about Zhao Ying and Zhang Zheng who had avoided her like a snake or a scorpion before, Jiang Shan still remembered it.
There was a bright light in Zhang Wanqiu's eyes that she had no time to hide. She smiled softly again and said, "Why do you ask such a strange question?"
Nurses are afraid of patients. What kind of logic is this?
Jiang Shan looked at her. In fact, she was just testing it out. She didn't expect that the other party would have such an obvious stress reaction.
Jiang Shan actually still doesn't know what they are "afraid" of, but since Zhao Ying and others can be so scared, there is no reason... Zhang Wanqiu will not be afraid.
The main thing is that from the time she woke up until now, the only "medical staff" she has seen is Nurse Zhang.
The "white coats" surrounding her when she woke up seemed like they had never appeared before. Just like a dream of Jiang Shan.
But Jiang Shan has long known that all things that look like dreams are real.
Jiang Shan was required to stay in the ward except when going to the bathroom. Even when going to the bathroom, Zhang Wanqiu followed her every step of the way. Ordinary people might feel that they were being cared for, but Jiang Shan felt everything. Monitor.
"I don't have medical insurance, and I can't afford hospitalization." Jiang Shan said slowly.
When Jiang Shan lived in an orphanage, he was treated by a free doctor once a month. When he became an adult, he left the orphanage and relied on odd jobs to make ends meet. He lived in subsidized housing, ate from roadside stalls, and did not have five insurances and one housing fund. It's a luxury thing, and she knows her situation, and medical insurance has long been of no value to her.
It's better to leave some money to do other meaningful things.
For example... sign up for a tour group to see the world or something.
Unexpectedly, the fleeting year will be unfavorable, with natural and man-made disasters.
Zhang Wanqiu was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that this was what Jiang Shan was worried about. The key was that among the questions they had rehearsed in advance that Jiang Shan might ask, this was not included...
Zhang Wanqiu's brain was racing. After being stunned for a moment, he could only force out a smile: "Don't worry, our hospital...well, our hospital has a support fund for special patients. You don't have to worry about medical expenses every day you live here."
Special Patient Support Fund, why does it sound so ridiculous? Is this a hospital or the Red Cross?
But Jiang Shan didn't say anything, just silently picked up the chopsticks and ate the rice and vegetables cleanly. Self-cultivation for cancer patients, you don’t know how long you can live, enjoying the moment is the first priority.
Seeing Jiang Shan being so cooperative, Zhang Wanqiu was relieved. The hospital liked patients who were highly cooperative, and after two days of contact with Jiang Shan, apart from being less talkative, he was simply a model for patients.
Zhang Wanqiu guessed correctly. From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Shan had been the "template life" of a standard patient.
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Speaking of every day he woke up recently, Jiang Shan felt as if the strength of his limbs had regained a little more. Her limbs had always been limp before, and years of illness had long since drained away this body, so when Jiang Shan gained strength for the first time, Jiang Shan felt almost unfamiliar.
That feeling, the first time I woke up in a tent.
Zhang Wanqiu opened the door and walked in with a smile: "How did you sleep?"
Jiang Shan looked at her. She actually doubted whether there was a monitor in the ward. Every time she woke up, the head nurse would appear on time.
The strength of her limbs also made her wary of the hospital more confusing. Is this hospital really treating her?
At this moment, Jiang Shan suddenly reacted and glanced at the corner of the ceiling. It was clean and white.
There was no black substance and no visible traces.
So is it another "dream"? Jiang Shan couldn't help but frowned.
Zhang Wanqiu seemed to be used to Jiang Shan's reticence. He took her blood pressure and body temperature as a routine and said with a smile: "Not bad, very stable."
Jiang Shan did not reply. Which terminally ill patient would have the time to care about the stability of his body temperature and blood pressure.
Jiang Shan glanced at the bedside and found that the book on the bedside was missing, but the radio was still there. At this time, Zhang Wanqiu said in his ear: "I'll bring you breakfast."
Jiang Shan slowly pushed away the quilt, "I want to go to the bathroom."
Zhang Wanqiu had just put the thermometer into his breast pocket when he paused and said, "Okay, I'll take you there."
Jiang Shan actually didn't need her to carry her, but she also knew that Zhang Wanqiu would most likely not let her go by herself, so she let Zhang Wanqiu help her out of bed. In fact, Jiang Shan's limbs were really strong now and she didn't need anyone's help at all. But she remained silent and did not react, letting Zhang Wanqiu take action.
Just as he was walking towards the door, Jiang Shan suddenly turned around, pointed at the radio, and asked, "Can I take this with me?"
The so-called toilet reading, since there is no reading, then there is nothing wrong with listening to the radio, right?
Zhang Wanqiu paused for a moment: "...of course." Why, are you planning to squat for three hours?
Jiang Shan held the radio in his hand and followed Zhang Wanqiu slowly towards the bathroom. The bathroom was still the same as before, with two cubicles and one door broken.
Jiang Shan squatted on the toilet and turned the knob of the radio.
Jiang Shan actually just wanted to test whether the signal would change in different places. Unfortunately, there was no change. Perhaps the distance from the ward to the toilet is far from enough to affect the strength of the signal.
Fortunately, Jiang Shan didn't have high hopes. After dawdling for a few more minutes, he pressed the flush button and pretended that it was over.
Then leave the cubicle.
Just when she was about to walk towards the door, Jiang Shan suddenly stopped. She slowly raised her head and saw a faint black glow in a corner above the cubicle.
It doesn't look like mold or dirt, just a small piece, as if it's seeping out from inside.
…
Zhang Wanqiu heard the sound of flushing water, but it was obvious that Jiang Shan came out at the wrong time. She observed Jiang Shan's expression: "How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Jiang Shan rubbed his abdomen: "My stomach was a little uncomfortable just now, but it's fine now."
Zhang Wanqiu relaxed his brows, stepped forward to help Jiang Shan's arm, and the two walked back to the ward.
Jiang Shan returned to the ward and put the radio back on the bedside. Soon Zhang Wanqiu brought breakfast, which was still steaming.
Jiang Shan ate breakfast with a normal expression, and then Zhang Wanqiu handed over a glass of green drink and explained: "Fruit and vegetable juice."
This is really a genuine "green food". Jiang Shan looked at the glass of "fruit and vegetable juice" and took a sip. The taste was very light, with no vegetable or fruity taste.
But Zhang Wanqiu was watching from the side, and Jiang Shan finished the drink bit by bit.
