Fire fighting

Yan Qing deliberately got up early today, because the grandmother in the next bed was going to undergo chemotherapy for the first time after being hospitalized in the early morning. Yan Qing had a lot of experience, and he held her hand to comfort her for a long time.

After grandma was pushed for chemotherapy, Yan Qing sat quietly on the bed.

The sun wasn't too bright in the morning, and the room was overcast. He was just about to take out his paintbrush when a WeChat message came from his phone.

"are you awake?"

Yan Qing found out that it was from Xiang Rong, and replied with a "good morning" cat emoji, and said, "I woke up a long time ago."

Xiang Rong: "It's not like your style."

Yan Qing: "..."

Xiang Rong: "Have you finished writing your wish?"

Yan Qing: "Not yet."

The other party fell silent, and Yan Qing continued typing.

"It's not just because of this that you came to me so early."

Xiang Rong: "Is it not possible?"

Yan Qing was at a loss, and gripped the phone tightly: "Okay, I thought you were in a hurry."

The other party was silent for a while, and replied after a while: "Are you free tomorrow night?"

Sure enough, there is something else...

Yan Qing: "I'm free, what's the matter?"

Xiang Rong: "Help you realize your wish."

Yan Qing: "?"

Is this the speed of a firefighter? It's too fast.

Yan Qing: "I'm not ready yet."

Xiang Rong: "What are you going to prepare?"

"..." Yan Qing couldn't answer.

Yan Qing: "What are you going to do tomorrow night?"

Xiang Rong: "I'll tell you when the time comes."

Yan Qing: "Then where shall we meet?"

Xiang Rong: "The turret?"

Yan Qing: "It's a deal!"

After sending the message, he put down his phone, and at this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

A middle-aged man hurriedly opened the door of the ward. The man was haggard and fat. He carried lotus root starch biscuits and other snacks, and put them aside after entering the door. He walked around the next bed, turned over the mattress, checked the dishes, It took a long time to order.

When Yan Qing was puzzled, the man's cell phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the phone and moved to the corridor before answering it.

He has a loud voice and quick temper, which sounds like he has a bad temper.

"I said, I'll come here for a long time, and I won't stay for long. Why do you keep urging me?"

"I didn't incur the ticket on the Jianglu Expressway. Why do you charge me with it?"

"The train number of the day shift has been changed a long time ago, and my attendance has always been full. If you don't believe me, you can check it yourself."

A nurse came over to persuade him to keep his voice down so as not to disturb the patients on this floor, but he persisted for a minute at most, and his voice would become louder unconsciously.

Yan Qing suddenly remembered his grandma's experience before being hospitalized, which Wen Yi told him.

Grandma's lover left early, and she was the only one in the family. She had been admitted to the hospital because of a tumor in her brain, which oppressed the brain center and caused her to be deaf and dumb. After recovering, she returned home.She had a fever that day and bruises appeared on her body. Before she passed out, she called the emergency call. Although she couldn't speak, the hospital had her medical history, so an ambulance was dispatched.

After investigation, the proliferation of blood cells was out of control, the differentiation was hindered, and the intracranial cancer recurred.The doctor rescued him for five hours before pulling him back from life and death.

Fortunately, grandma woke up after the operation and was arranged in the same ward as Yan Qing.

Yan Qing has never met her family, but only knows that she has a son who drives a bus in Lucheng, and this is her family's only source of income.

So he began to live with his grandma.

He often went out to play, and brought various snacks to grandma when he came back. Grandma refused to eat, saying that she was trying to lose weight. Yan Qing knew in her heart that she actually had no appetite.

Grandma lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her body was as thin as a piece of paper. She also joked to Yan Qing that she had succeeded in losing weight.

Yan Qing had to get an IV almost every few days, and his grandma would help him peel apples during his infusion, and she would show him the books she brought, but the books were so old-fashioned that Yan Qing couldn't read them. I can only eat apples with a dry smile.

Looking back on these days, Yan Qing felt a little disappointed.

Judging from the content of the man's words outside the door, he should be the son who drove the bus according to grandma.

He was so anxious to go back, it seemed that he didn't take grandma's illness seriously.

This kind of person is too common in the inpatient department, and it has long been no surprise.

Yan Qing's first impression of him was not good.

At the same time, the door of the ward was slowly pushed open again, and a boy walked in. Yan Qing turned his head and saw that the boy had delicate features, blushing cheeks, about six or seven years old, and was carrying a bag in his hand. , filled with bread.

Yan Qing smiled and asked, "Little friend, did you go to the wrong room?"

The child looked up at the room number and shook his head.

"Then are you here to find grandma?" Yan Qing pointed to the hospital bed next to him.

The child didn't speak, but walked in shyly, took the bread out of the bag, and placed it carefully on the bedside.

Yan Qing remembered that when she first met her grandma, she mentioned that she had a grandson who loved to eat bread.

It looks like this kid is it.

The phone outside was still ringing, Yan Qing said softly: "Grandma will be back soon, you can wait here for a while."

After the child finished putting the bread, there was still half of the bag left, so he went around to Yan Qing and handed the bag over.

Yan Qing waved his hands again and again: "I don't want to eat, thank you."

The child didn't retract his arm, and took out a piece of meat floss bread from the bag and put it on Yan Qing's lap.

"This is the bread I bought for my grandma. She asked me to buy two of each kind, and said she wanted to share it with you."

Shocked, Yan Qing accepted it obediently, and said "Thank you" in a deep voice.

The child sat on the other bed, his feet not touching the ground, and he swung his legs freely.

Yan Qing saw that he was cute, and asked, "Little friend, what's your name?"

"My name is Beibei." The child replied.

"Is that your father outside?"

"Yes."

Yan Qing ate the bread, took out a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the drawer, and handed it to Beibei: "This is a special product, try it."

"Father won't let me eat it," Beibei didn't pick it up, "he said that if I eat too much, I will get tooth decay."

"It's okay, you just taste a piece," Yan Qing passed some more, "The doctor didn't let me eat more sugar, I also bought this secretly, we eat it secretly, don't let anyone find out."

Hearing this, Beibei glanced sideways at his father outside, seeing that he was not being stared at, let go of his guard, and reached out to take a piece.

Yan Qing also took a piece.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake melted in the mouth, and the sweetness was just right. The two laughed while eating, and Yan Qing said, "How about it, is it delicious?"

Beibei gave a "hmm" and said, "Thank you, brother Yan Qing."

Yan Qing was taken aback: "How do you know my name?"

Beibei replied: "The patient's name is written on the outside door."

There were footsteps in the corridor again, and the man outside the door hung up the phone before finishing his call. Together with Wen Yi, he helped the old man into the room and put him on the bed.

The man knelt down and said, "Mom, I've been busy for the past few days, so I didn't have time to come here. How is your health?"

He spoke slowly and loudly, for fear that the deaf-mute grandma might not be able to hear him.

Grandma was skinny and listless.

Wen Yi wiped the sweat off her brow, and saw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table at a glance.

Yan Qing noticed her gaze and stuffed the pastry into the drawer as quickly as possible.

Wen Yi strode over and pointed at Yan Qing's forehead: "Yan Qing! Didn't the doctor tell you not to eat sweets? Do you know that extracting white sugar can cause cancer and catalyze it, which is harmful to your immune system? profit!"

After being caught, Yan Qing had nothing to say.

"You have to be sincere and mad at me," Wen Yi frowned furiously, "Take out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake!"

The scene was a bit awkward, Yan Qing hesitated.

At this moment, Beibei suddenly said: "Nurse sister, I bought that sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

These words startled everyone in the room.

Bei Bei said again: "I saw that Brother Yan Qing wanted to eat, so I gave it to him."

Wen Yi withdrew her anger, and gave Yan Qing a white look: "Well, I thought it was some greedy cat who couldn't control his mouth again."

Yan Qing laughed dryly.

Wen Yi bent down and patted Beibei's head: "From now on, sweet things can't be given to grandma and brother, do you understand?"

"Understood." Beibei said.

After Wen Yi left, Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the child in front of him and said, "Beibei, today is thanks to you."

Beibei shook her head straight: "It's okay, it's okay."

The man ignored the matter between the two children, and seemed to only have his mother in his eyes, rubbing his shoulders for a while, and beating his legs for a while.

This is different from the impression left on Yan Qing, he thought the man was an unfilial son.

The chemotherapy was painful, and as long as the old man lay on the bed, the man sat beside him.

Beibei either chatted and played with Yan Qing, or quietly watched Yan Qing draw.

After the grandma woke up, she looked at the man and Beibei with a smile on her eyes, and held their hands tightly, refusing to let go.

But the reunion was only for a moment, and when the evening approached, the man still wanted to take Beibei back, saying that Beibei would have class tomorrow, and he had to rush back to work the night shift.

He said that the family loan is almost paid off.

He told the old man to have a good rest.

He also vowed to come back in two days when the bus company is not busy.

On the corridor, Yan Qing wiped away tears when he saw the man leave.

There were two familiar people left in the house.

At night, grandma was suffering from the side effects of chemotherapy. Yan Qing pinched her arm to help her relieve the pain.

Not long after, the pain subsided, and Yan Qing's hands were sore.

"Grandma, are you feeling better?"

Grandma slowly wrote on his palm: "It's much better."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Grandma feebly raised her hand to wipe off the sweat from Yan Qing's nose.

She told Yan Qing that he was a good boy and could live to 99.

Yan Qing smiled and said that grandma can do it too.

People in the oncology department seemed to be very talkative, because they were not interested, and because they had no energy.

Some wards were silent, some sighed, some mourned, and some cried.

Someone left in the ward next door, and Yan Qing saw the stretcher being rolled out and a white cloth covering his body.

Wen Yi closed the door when passing by, she didn't want Yan Qing to see it.

Yan Qing always turns on a small light when he sleeps. He is afraid of the night in his heart, because most of the deaths seem to come at this time. People who were able to walk and eat the afternoon before, will die after sleeping. gone.

Especially when he heard the hurried footsteps in the corridor in the middle of the night, Yan Qing knew that someone was about to be relieved.

Death is nothing new here. Every morning, old patients will be carried out and new ones will be moved in.

The Grim Reaper had been wandering the corridors for a long time, staring at every ward with bloody eyes, barging in wantonly like throwing dice, randomly picking a "lucky one", and cruelly harvesting them.

The street outside the window is full of traffic, Yan Qing is very envious of the people there, they can be free without being restrained and chained.

With bright eyes, he suddenly asked, "Grandma, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Grandma turned her head when she heard the sound, looked at Yan Qing's reflection in the window, and shook her head.

Yan Qing took out the wishbook given by Xiang Rong from under the pillow, and opened a new page.

He pressed the switch of the ballpoint pen, and the crisp sound resounded throughout the room.

Yan Qing spoke in a low voice, he knew that grandma couldn't hear his voice.

"But I have a wish to help you realize."