Cheng Lili took one last look at his dying mother lying on the bed, then reluctantly walked out of the ward and sat down on the corridor chair outside.
Like a wounded ostrich, with his head lowered and buried between his arms.
Wu Honghong came over at some point and stood beside her, hesitating to speak. Finally, she couldn't help but uttered a voice, "Miss Liuli, your body is also very weak. Do you want to hang up the diaphragm now?"
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Cheng Liuli remained in the same sitting posture without moving or making any sound.
"If you don't get better soon, who will take care of your mother?" Wu Honghong once again made a comforting voice.
Cheng Lili slowly raised his head, and Wu Honghong saw that her face was covered with tear stains, and her eyes were red and swollen, like peaches in July.
"Yes, if I don't get better soon, who will take care of my mother?" Compared with the intense expression on his face, Cheng Lili's gradually stabilized voice seemed particularly cold and calm.
"Then, should I give you an acupuncture now?" Wu Honghong suppressed the surprise in her heart and asked again.
"Well, please." Cheng Liuli nodded slightly.
"Would you like to lie down in the ward?"
"No, it's right here." Cheng Liuli's tone was firm and left no room for debate.
Wu Honghong hesitated for a moment, then hurried to the next ward to take out the half-hanging IV needle bottle.
Is it better to give a diabetic injection outside the ward than not to take it at all?
If she has not finished the injection, it means that she has not fulfilled her responsibility as a "responsible nurse"!
This pale, frail, stunningly beautiful girl, from the moment she was admitted to the ward, has been refusing to speak or move as if she was cut off from life. Now she is so good, she is finally alive.
Wu Honghong breathed a long sigh of relief.
Taking out the needle stand and hanging the infusion bottle on the needle stand, Wu Honghong knelt down and carefully tied the needle with Cheng Liuli.
"There aren't many hanging needles left. It will be done in more than an hour. Just sit here obediently and don't move around. Otherwise, the needles will run out and you will have to re-stab them again, okay?" Wu Honghong reminded her gently and considerately.
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"Yes." Cheng Liuli nodded, indicating that he understood.
As soon as the nurse left, Cheng Liuli immediately stood up and looked in through the narrow glass window on the door of his mother's emergency ward.
Not long after, the doctors filed out, leaving only one nurse inside doing nursing work.
Cheng Lili blocked the doctor who had just lectured her outside - it seemed that he was her mother's attending physician - and he still looked angry.
"Doctor -" Cheng Liuli quickly glanced at the doctor's badge, which read "Attending Physician Li Chuyuan", and then changed his words, "Doctor Li, can I talk to you?"
Dr. Li looked at the tall infusion stand next to her, and then at the dripping infusion tube connected to the back of her hand. His expression was cold, but the ridicule and ridicule he had just lost was gone, "Let's talk about it after you recover -
—" Turn around and lift your feet to leave.
"Doctor Li, I want to know about my mother's illness - doesn't it matter?" Upon seeing this, she quickly picked up the suspension bottle from the infusion stand and chased after her. She raised one hand high and the other hand down to prevent blood from flowing back into the infusion.
Tube.
"How could it not matter?" The doctor spoke sternly, his eyebrows raised into an inverted shape in displeasure.
"Her pulmonary fibrosis has reached the third stage, and she is very susceptible to infection. It can cause hemoptysis, asthma, difficulty breathing, or directly cause peripheral respiratory failure and endanger her life. How could it not matter? Now, you are still joking with her with your own life.
．How can a terminally ill patient with severe lung disease endure such severe mental stimulation?