The old aunt then told me that since someone at home is here, I should go and have a look. It has been almost a week since I moved in. So I nodded in panic, and then asked the old aunt where the hospital was located. The old aunt said it was nearby. In fact, it was not a hospital, but the employee health station of our unit.
After saying that, she enthusiastically told me the way to go, and then enthusiastically took my luggage to her house, saying that I would just go there. It was inconvenient to carry my luggage, so she would keep it for me temporarily.
After thanking the old lady, I jogged all the way towards the health station. While on the road, I felt particularly complicated. Because based on my understanding of my master, if he was in a clear state of consciousness, even if he went to the hospital for examination, he would never stay in the hospital. He would definitely make a noise and want to leave. He has been here for a week now, which means that either he is unconscious or he is so sick that he must be hospitalized.
When I rushed to the health station, I quickly found Master's ward. It was a ward with three beds, and the master lived in the innermost one. Beside the bed, there was an aunt about the same age as the old aunt before, who was knitting intently. Judging from the way the quilts were piled up on the hospital bed, there was a person sleeping on it at the moment, but because of the curtain, I couldn't see Master's face.
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. After all, I ran all the way here. I couldn’t let Master see me in such a hurry. After many days of repeating this, I had to be happy. I couldn’t let him worry about his illness. And worry. Then I walked in. When the aunt who was knitting a sweater saw me, she didn't say anything and just kept looking at me. And when I walked around the curtain, I saw Master on the hospital bed, with an oxygen tube inserted in his nose, his mouth slightly open, and he was sleeping soundly.
I don’t know why, but the emotion I had been brewing for a long time suddenly turned into sadness at this moment. In fact, I was sad not just because Master was ill, but because I saw Master lying on the hospital bed. He was thin, weak, and his face was straight. His face, which was originally plump, was sunken. He had only a few gray hairs, but now he had a full head of white hair. The wrinkles on his forehead were much deeper than I remembered, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist, as if he was secreting tears due to sleeping.
I was so sad that I couldn't hold it back at all and couldn't help crying. However, I was afraid that my crying would wake up Master, and I would feel even worse when he saw me crying, so when I cried out for the first time, I couldn't help but cry. When I heard the sound, I immediately covered my mouth with my hands, but even so, my nose quickly became clogged in an instant, and the vision of my eyes also changed from clear to blurry in the blink of an eye.
The aunt who was knitting sweaters started to cry when she saw me walking in. She was a little surprised at first, but soon guessed that I must be familiar with "Mr. Lin" as the neighbors call me. So she quickly put down the ball of wool in her hand, walked over to me, held my arm and said softly, "Little Yaozi, are you a member of Mr. Lin's family?" You're finally here, be good, don't cry.
The aunt was coaxing me in the same way as a child. If it were normal times, I would have rolled my eyes and felt ten thousand crows flying in my heart. But at this moment, her words made it even more difficult for me to suppress the sadness in my heart. . Because at that time, in addition to being sad, I also had a kind of fear in my heart. Although I didn’t want to admit it, I was indeed afraid that one day I would lose Master and lose the person closest to me in this world. people.
After a few minutes, I calmed down a little. I couldn't remember how many years had passed since the last time I cried so hard. It was so long that I almost couldn't remember. Because I have not been a crybaby since I was a child. Children who grow up in a special background are always more tolerant than those flowers in the greenhouse, so I rarely cry, so rarely that I almost forget what it feels like to cry. I don’t know if this venting is because I have suppressed it for too long.
The aunt pulled me to sit down next to her, her hands still patting my shoulders to comfort me. She probably couldn't understand why I was crying so sadly. Maybe she guessed what I was thinking. She said to me, don't worry, kid. The doctor has already said that as long as the surgery is done to clean up the congestion in the brain, take good care of yourself and control your emotions. And my mood will gradually get better. It's just that Mr. Lin has reached this age, so treatment will be more troublesome, but only people of this age are prone to such a disease.
After she finished speaking, she sighed, and then said, Alas, fortunately it was discovered early, and the doctor also said that if he had been sent half an hour later, he might have died.
I agree with what she said. It is true that as people age, they must pay more attention to their health than when they were young. But Master would never suffer a cerebral hemorrhage so easily. Although I don’t understand medicine, I know that cerebral hemorrhage is mostly related to one’s own blood pressure. If blood pressure rises suddenly, it may cause intracranial blood vessels to burst and cause cerebral hemorrhage. And I also know that cerebral hemorrhage can cause people to coma, so I asked the aunt, has he always been like this these days? My aunt told me that was not the case. She was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment that day and she woke up. Mr. Lin kept saying that he wanted to be discharged from the hospital and that he had to make his own decisions about his own life. The doctor and our neighbors kept trying to persuade him, and he finally agreed. Continue treatment.
The aunt paused and said, "I have been a little lethargic these days and my energy is not as good as before, but I am still conscious and know how to get hungry and go to the toilet." The doctor said that usually this kind of sudden and acute cerebral hemorrhage would be more troublesome to treat, but Mr. Lin didn't know why. Not only was it not that serious, but he also met the conditions for surgery. He has been taking good care of his body these days, and he will be fine the day after tomorrow. Had surgery.
I nodded, feeling a little proud, thinking that my master was not an ordinary person, and he would not be easily defeated by other people's serious illnesses. So I asked the aunt that he had been neighbors with everyone for more than a year. I heard that his health had not been very good.
This is also my biggest question. If Master gave people a bad feeling when he moved here, it must have been caused by some unusual things he encountered before that. And those days, in total, should be the time when Master was dealing with Senior Qin. In this case, Senior Qin must be involved, at least he is someone who knows the situation. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel angry, because if my guess was correct, Senior Qin said that he would come to visit my master about two or three times a year. He could clearly feel that there was something wrong with my master's body, and these situations It was completely different from when Master first found him.
For several days in a row, he actually said nothing to me about these news, and deliberately made things difficult for me, delaying my search for Master. This is unforgivable to me.
My aunt told me that Mr. Lin has been coughing all day long since he came to live in the courtyard. Sighs can often be heard coming from his house. That sigh is not about something on his mind, but a feeling of discomfort. Playing chess with the young people in the yard, I would often fall asleep while playing. But this man is a warm-hearted person. As long as he knows who is in trouble, he will come to ask questions and help anyone he can. Although the people in the yard are all employee families of the company, and Mr. Lin is a renter here, everyone is grateful to him and likes him. This time he fell ill, so everyone took turns taking care of him so enthusiastically.
So I stood up, held my aunt's hand and thanked her. From the tone of this aunt and the previous aunt, it seems that although the master has lived here for a long time, he has never shown up, so no one knows that his true identity is actually a Taoist priest. In the past, due to the current situation, Taoist priests would be regarded as targets of criticism, so the master cut his hair and wore casual clothes, so he was no different from ordinary people.
I asked the aunt, is the time when he usually wakes up regular? The aunt said yes. Although he was seriously ill, the old man still didn't miss a meal. Although his energy was not good, he was still in a very optimistic mood. If you stay a little longer, he will probably wake up soon. Hey, young man, you haven't told me who you are to Mr. Lin.
Only then did I realize how rude I was, so I told her, this is my teacher. I have been studying with him all these years, and then he came to Hubei. I happened to be here this time for something, so I made a special trip here. Look, unexpectedly, I saw that he was sick. The aunt asked, teacher? Teach something?
I smiled and said, he taught me how to be a good person.
So for the next time, my aunt and I chatted like this. She asked me something and I answered something, but my eyes never left Master's haggard and weak face, which was far from what I thought. My hand has been holding Master's hand beside the bed, the same pair of hands that once led me to catch ghosts, cooked for me, slapped me in the face, and flicked my head. I had never felt that Master's hands were so rough before. When I touched his hands now, I discovered that at each joint, the skin had formed many wrinkles of different shades due to looseness.
I sat like this for about an hour. Counting the time, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon. After the master hummed twice, he slightly twisted his neck a few times, and closed his slightly open mouth. Because his lips were dry, the master also stretched out his tongue and licked his lips a few times. Then he opened his eyes, and began to look around a little blankly and blankly. Finally, Master laid his eyes on me.
I had been thinking about what Master would say when he saw me. Are you surprised as to why I appeared in Hubei? Are you embarrassed because I saw him sick? They still pull me to ask questions and ask what I have done in the past two years...
But I didn't expect that after the master was stunned for a moment, he suddenly said: Shan'er... you have lost weight...
