Today Should Be Preferred

I bought a hot drink at the convenience store downstairs in the inpatient department. After drinking it, people finally got better. When they returned to the corridor upstairs, everyone sat and lay down and fell asleep. In the safe passage, a young couple was sleeping next to the stairs with a bedding. Shu Tinglan had a vague impression of the couple. The child had a blood disease and only a few platelets were left. They needed blood transfusion, but the hospital blood bank was in a hurry, so the mother stretched her arms. Begging hard behind the doctor, she drew her blood and gave it to the child. Her arms were pale, so thin that we could see the black blood vessels one by one. The doctor repeatedly emphasized that she was not suitable for another blood transfusion. The blood bank of the hospital was actively adjusting the blood. The young mother was crying and she was lying on the floor, while the young father was curled up in the corner of the corridor with his head in both hands, without saying a word.

Purgatory on earth is nothing but that.

She bought a few more bottles of hot drinks, walked up to the stairs, and handed them to the young mother.

The young mother saw the hot drink, her eyes finally focused, took it from her hand, tightly squeezed her chest, and muttered to herself:

"thanks, thanks"

"My baby likes to drink this drink the most. The milk flavor is very full."

"I don't know if she will have a chance to drink it again in the future."

Shu Tinglan felt sore, understanding the pain and despair of the young couple, because she was also experiencing these at this time. My mother was lying in the ICU, and she could only rely on oxygen to sustain her life every day. Her blood oxygen saturation dropped again and again. No matter how she prayed, how she begged God to let her go once, it was useless.

The mother showed no signs of getting better, and the doctor had given her critical illness notification for three days in a row. She asked herself countless times, why did it become like this? Why did it become like this, mother's life, her life, why did it become like this, they have never done anything bad, why should they encounter such a catastrophe?

There is no answer.

When her mother was rescued for the last time, she was lying in the door of the operating room, praying quietly, as long as her mother can survive, she is willing to use her 20 or even 30 years of life to replace her mother's life. If her mother died, she would have no meaning to live.

Praying is useless. The doctor in protective clothing waved to her and bowed deeply to her apologize. At that moment, the color between heaven and earth was lost.

Regardless of the doctor's objection, she rushed into the operating room, holding her mother's cold body, her heart cut like a knife, but she couldn't shed a tear.

My mother's body was cold, her already thin body, after a week of lying in the ICU, she became skinny. She hugged her mother gently

: "Wake up, take a look at me."

"Say another word to me, please, mother."

Pushing her to the hospital that night in a wheelchair, there was no time to say a goodbye or a word. Her heart was so painful that she was split in half abruptly, so painful, so unprepared.

The people in the hospital morgue came and wanted to push Shu Ma to the morgue, so Shu Tinglan wouldn't let them touch.

"I know your sorrow and sorrow, please understand our work."

"Your mother died of pneumonia caused by the flu. It is very contagious and must be cremated immediately. This operating room must also be thoroughly disinfected."

The staff was also helpless. Two people pulled her away and 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 accustomed to life and death, and it is difficult for them to empathize with the family members of the patients.

For the family members, they are their own relatives, who are willing to exchange their lives, but for the staff, it is just a corpse and a handful of ashes.

Human sorrows and joys really cannot communicate, Shu Tinglan's heart is broken, and the other party just coldly follows the process to act.

She was pulled away, and other people quickly sprinkled water and disinfectant solutions around her mother and pushed them to the morgue.

Looking at the hospital bed that Hulala left quickly, Shu Tinglan turned around, feeling a black blood spit out of his throat, and then fainted, unconscious.

She thought that she might have also contracted the flu, and her whole body ached, like she was roasted by a fire.

His head is awake, but he can't wake up and can't open his eyes. It's full of my mother's last leave.

"mom.."

She yelled and woke up, and people suddenly sat up from lying down, sitting upright. There is an infusion tube in his hand, and the nurse next to him is registering something.

"36 degrees 5, the fever is gone." The nurse glanced at the thermometer and said.

Shu Tinglan only felt that his whole body was drenched. Xu was sweating during the process of relieving the high fever just now.

"How is my mother?" she asked the nurse.

"After you sign..." the nurse couldn't bear to say the word cremation, only to say it again later

"Waiting for your signature over there, I will accompany you." The nurse saw that she had always been alone, and sympathized with her.

Shu Tinglan was silent, wanted to hide, and didn't want to face this cruel reality. The nurse didn't force her to come, and still recorded something next to her, raising her head to ask her questions from time to time.

"When was your last menstrual period?"

Shu Tinglan looked up at her, not knowing why.

"You are pregnant. What is the month and day of your last menstrual period. I will register you."

The nurse saw her pale and shocked to aphasia, and thought to herself that she was another woman with a story.

Last menstrual period?

In the past two months, there were so many twists and turns in life and work, so many changes, that she didn't care about it at all.

"It's been two months..." She answered the nurse's question.

Just how?

She and Zhuo Yuan have always been very careful to avoid pregnancy. She has just started her career and is not ready to be a mother. At this point, Zhuo Yuan respects her very much, and will cautiously insist on wearing them when she is moved. . Only a few times, because I was too involved, when it was over, I found out that the contraception slipped off....

"The fetus is about three months old, you can go to the obstetrics and gynecology department to establish a file." The nurse told her the answer after finishing the calculation.

Shu Tinglan stroked his belly unconsciously, not knowing whether it was sad or happy for a while.

The sad thing is that this child came at an untimely time. He was destined to have no father when he was born;

The good news is that everything seems to be destined. As soon as her mother left, she became pregnant. Maybe this is what mom meant? Find someone to accompany her.

If this is the case, then mother, come to my stomach, you come to be my daughter, and let me take good care of you.

This must be the case. Mother was afraid of her loneliness, so she came to accompany her in another way.

She cried and laughed like a madman, and the nurse looked at her like this, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

"Can you buy me a glass of milk?" She asked the nurse, always taking care of her body, waiting for her mother to be her daughter.