I don't know why this dream has lasted so long and is still so real.
It seems like I have really returned to my college days, even the air is filled with the smell of youth.
But just when I thought this dream would go on forever, I woke up.
He was still lying on the hospital bed in the treatment center, and the various instruments around him still made terrifying sounds, as well as the infected people in the treatment center.
I don't know how long I slept, but it felt like a long time passed, but nothing in front of me changed.
I felt more uncomfortable, my breathing became sluggish, and it felt like I had been at a high altitude for a long time.
And I felt general fatigue, dizziness, nausea and vomiting.
This is so tortured that life is really worse than death.
However, at this moment, a little girl about seven or eight years old appeared in front of my hospital bed. The little girl was holding two White Rabbit toffees in her hand.
"Uncle, eat some candy." The little girl stretched out her hand holding the candy to me.
The little girl's voice was like an angel, and it immediately made me feel less uncomfortable.
I looked at her, struggled to give her a smile, and said weakly: "Uncle won't eat, you eat."
"Uncle, mom said you are a hero and asked me to give you some candy. After eating the candy, you won't feel so uncomfortable." The little girl said seriously.
I couldn't help laughing again and said, "Little sister, are you infected too?"
"Well," the little girl nodded, then turned to look at her mother's bed and said, "My mother and I are both infected."
I followed the little girl's gaze and looked over. A woman about thirty years old was smiling politely at me. That woman should be the little girl's mother.
I then asked the little girl: "Where is your father?"
"Dad is not infected. He is still at home waiting for my mother and I to return."
"Well, we will definitely be fine, we will definitely get better."
"Well, uncle, eat some candy." The little girl took another step forward and handed me the candy again.
I quickly said to her: "Don't go any further. Just put the candy on uncle's hospital bed. Go back to your mother's place quickly."
The little girl responded, then placed two White Rabbit toffees on my bed, then politely said goodbye to me, and then left.
Even though I was completely exhausted, I still gritted my teeth and picked up the two candies the little girl gave me from the hospital bed.
I couldn't bear to eat it, so I just held it in my hand and looked towards the little girl.
She and her mother were still waving to me, and I smiled at them.
After a while, the medical staff came to change my dressing and check me again.
I asked one of the nurses: "Nurse, let me ask, what is the date today?"
"It's the 15th," the nurse replied kindly.
I remember I moved in on the 10th, so that means I’ve been here for five days?
I asked her again: "Are my symptoms relieved now?"
In fact, I know that it is useless to ask, because I can feel that it is not good.
But the nurse still told me very optimistically: "It's very good. All indicators are very good. You have to be patient and optimistic."
"I can do it, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard, it should be."
I haven’t contacted An Lan for so many days, and my mobile phone had already run out of battery. I asked the nurse to charge it for me, and then got in touch with An Lan.
"Hey, hubby, how have you been these past few days? Is your phone out of battery? It keeps turning off."
I responded and said to her: "Don't worry, I'm fine now, don't worry."
"Can I not be worried? I watch the news every day and the death toll is rising every day. I'm so scared."
I felt like An Lan was almost crying.
I smiled hard and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Those who died were all seriously ill patients, and most of them had other diseases. I'm in very good health, and I'm not seriously ill. I'm fine."
"I pray every day, hoping that you can come back safely. Xiaoman and I are waiting for you."
"Yes, I will definitely come back safely."
After a pause, I asked again: "By the way, the due date is almost here. Why don't you go to the hospital in advance?"
"Don't worry about this. I have already reserved a bed. I will be picked up the day after tomorrow."
"Thank you for your hard work. When you needed me most, I wasn't there."
An Lan was afraid that I would blame myself, and comforted me by saying, "It's okay, husband, it's not the first time. I have experience, hehe."
Listening to An Lan's laughter, I felt a little sad, and my nose suddenly started to feel sore.
I'm really not a hypocritical person, but sometimes, I just can't control it.
After calming down for a while, I continued: "Call me after the baby is born."
"Yes, by the way, husband, please give the child a name."
"You can take it, I'm not as educated as you."
"You got Xiaomandu. I think it sounds pretty good. It's better that you get it."
I knew An Lan was deliberately making me happy, and I was really happy too. I smiled and said, "Let me think about it."
"Well, you think about it."
I looked at the lifeless and lifeless area in the treatment center, and suddenly a word came to my mind.
I immediately said to An Lan: "If it's a boy, let's call him Zhuoyang!"
"Zhuoyang," An Lan read it again, and then said, "This is a nice name. It thrives in the sun."
"Also, I hope that the death toll this crisis has brought to people can be eliminated."
"Well, that's good. What if it's a girl?"
I thought about it again and said, "Let's call the girl Youyi."
"Yeah, I've written it down, but hubby, do you want it to be a boy or a girl?"
"I like them all, but it would be even better if it was a boy. I would have both children."
An Lan laughed: "I think so too."
As An Lan spoke, he suddenly made a "yeah" sound and said in surprise: "Hubby, the child kicked me again just now."
"Really? Then he is too naughty. After he is born, I will help you teach him a lesson."
An Lan kept chatting with me in a humorous and relaxed tone, which was completely different from her usual self, but I knew this was her intention.
She didn't want to bring negative emotions to me, nor did she want me to worry about her.
After we continued chatting for a while, we ended the call, and I continued to lie on the hospital bed, fighting against the pain.
An older brother next door to me vomited again. When I saw him vomiting, I couldn't help it.
The big brother next door seemed to be in a more serious condition than me, but he just didn't say a word and kept carrying it on.
But when the medical staff came to treat him, he couldn't help it and told the medical staff that they must save him.
Because he is the breadwinner of the family, his wife is deaf-mute, and he also has a child who is in his senior year of high school.
The child is about to take the college entrance examination, and he has to make money to send the child to college. Once he collapses, the family will be finished.
In the past few days here, I have seen too much suffering in the world. No matter whether you are rich or poor, you are all treated the same, ward.
In the next few days, the suffering continued, with new patients being brought in every day, and people dying every day.
I feel that my condition is getting better, my body is not as weak as it was a few days ago, and even the feeling of body heat is much better.
But at noon that day, a piece of bad news came. The girl who gave me the White Rabbit toffee left forever.