At four o'clock in the morning, the ward was dark, and the patients in the next bed made the bed, washed their faces with water, and I squinted at the black shadow, and my heart admired her.
This patient, I heard that when I was two years old, I was "burned" and my eyes were blind, I couldn't see a glimmer of light in my eyes, but I could take care of myself, although I walked slowly, but I wouldn't touch the wall, where was the door, where was the toilet, where was the bedside cabinet, I could accurately locate it, familiar as in the home, she herself was clean and refreshing, her face was rosy and white, if it wasn't for the pair of deep squinting eyes that affected the beauty, she was definitely a beautiful woman when she was young.
Under her influence, all the patients in the ward got up at five o'clock to wash their faces and mouths, and then sat on the edge of the bed and chatted.
There were 4 female patients in the ward, and the only one who accompanied me to the bed was my mother.
On the right side of the mother's bed is a seventy-year-old patient, it seems that the condition is not serious, the children and grandchildren are outside to make a living, the daughter-in-law also followed to take care of the great-grandchildren, the family has a wife, at home to watch the family feed chickens and ducks, sometimes also send food to the ward, three meals a day is mainly relatives and friends near the hospital to help deliver meals.
To the left of the mother's hospital bed, is this blind elder sister, chatting about the old man being hated, said that everyone has an old age, she does not know whether she has the life of an old man of seven or eighty.
Asked her age, she said 68 years, a year older than me.
I wondered how she knew my age, and she said she had heard my mom and sister talk last night.
She said that her eyes were "burned" when she was two years old, and I don't believe that such superstitious things are most likely an excuse for her parents for how she was blind, but she was convinced that several other patients in the ward were in solidarity, saying that "fire" can also crush people.
I asked what the hell is "brake"? Is it what people call a ghost press?
She said, it's hard to say, yes or no, anyway, I think it's superstitious stuff.
The innermost part of the ward, is the chattering patient who wrote about in the previous part, went to the hospital water dispenser in the morning to open the water to drink, and shouted loudly, saying that it was all cold water, no boiling water, and there was no boiling water for medicine.
When she went to open the water, the patients talked about her again, saying that she had been bitten by a snake before, her mother sent food to the hospital for her to eat, she was also a variety of disgusted meals to do not fit the mouth, they commented on her, if it were not for her to open her mouth to scold her daughters, at every turn to pick the thorns of relatives, in fact, her life is good, there are good days, but she will not cherish.
It is said that three women have a play, four or five women in the ward, and they are elderly, all of whom have gone through the world and have stories, so it seems that there are many scenes.
Alas, it is a very obscure thing to be sick, but there are dramas to watch, and it is not boring.
