I bought a hot drink at the convenience store downstairs in the inpatient department. After drinking it, I finally felt a little better. When I went back to the corridor upstairs, everyone was sitting, lying down, and fell asleep. In the safety passage, there was a person
The young couple rolled up their blankets and slept next to the stairs. Shu Tinglan had a vague impression of the couple. The child had a blood disease and only a few platelets were left. He was in urgent need of a blood transfusion, but the hospital's blood bank was in emergency. The mother stretched out her arms and struggled behind the doctor.
She begged to have her blood drawn and transfused to the child. Her arms were pale and so thin that one could see the black and blue blood vessels. The doctor repeatedly emphasized that she was not suitable for blood transfusions. The hospital blood bank was actively transferring blood. The young mother burst into tears.
On the ground, the young father was huddled in the corner of the corridor with his head in his hands, saying nothing.
Purgatory on earth is nothing but this.
She bought a few more bottles of hot drinks, walked to the stairs, and handed them to the young mother.
When the young mother saw the hot drink, her eyes finally focused. She took it from her hand, held it tightly to her chest, and murmured to herself:
"thanks, thanks"
"My baby likes this drink the most. It has a very milky taste."
"I wonder if she will have a chance to drink it again in the future."
Shu Tinglan felt very sour in her heart, and understood the pain and despair of the young couple, because she was also experiencing this at this time. Her mother was lying in the ICU and could only rely on oxygen to maintain her life every day, and her blood oxygen saturation dropped again and again.
No matter how much she prayed or begged God to let her go, it was of no use.
There was no sign of improvement for her mother, and the doctor had given her a critical illness notice for three consecutive days. She asked herself countless times, why did it become like this? Why did it become like this? Why did her mother's life, her life, change?
In this case, they have never done anything bad, so why do they have to suffer such a disaster?
There is no answer.
During her mother's last rescue operation, she lay in the door outside the operating room and prayed quietly. As long as her mother could survive, she was willing to trade her 20 or even 30 years of life for her mother's life. If her mother died,
There is no point in living for her anymore.
Praying was useless. The doctor, who was wearing protective clothing, waved his hand to her and bowed deeply to express his apology. At that moment, the sky and the earth lost all color.
Ignoring the doctor's objections, she rushed into the operating room and hugged her mother's cold body. Her heart felt like a knife, but she couldn't shed a single tear.
My mother's body was cold, and her already thin body was reduced to skin and bones after lying in the ICU for a week. She gently hugged her mother
: "Wake up and take a look at me."
"Say one more word to me, please, Mom."
That night I pushed her to the hospital in a wheelchair. I didn't even have time to say goodbye or say a word. The pain in my heart was unbearable. She was cut in half by someone. It hurt so much and was so unprepared.
People from the hospital morgue came and wanted to push Shu's mother to the morgue, but Shu Tinglan refused to let them touch her.
"I understand your sadness, I offer my condolences, and please understand our work."
"Your mother died of pneumonia caused by influenza. It is highly contagious and must be cremated immediately. The operating room must also be thoroughly disinfected."
The staff were helpless. Two people pulled her and forcefully pulled her away from her mother. No matter how hard she struggled, it didn't work.
"Please cooperate with our work." The other party shouted angrily and pulled her aside.
They are used to seeing life and death, and it is difficult for them to empathize with the patients' families.
To the family members, it is their relatives, the relatives they are willing to sacrifice their lives for, but to the staff, it is just a corpse and a handful of ashes.
Human beings' sorrows and joys are indeed incompatible. Shu Tinglan was heartbroken, but the other party just followed the process coldly.
She was pulled away, and other people quickly sprinkled disinfectant around her mother, and then pushed her to the morgue.
Looking at the hospital bed that was moving forward quickly, Shu Tinglan was spinning. He felt a mouthful of black heart blood spit out from his throat, and then he fainted and fell unconscious.