As a medical worker, a member of the Communist Youth League, and a Huaihua person, I could not take care of my husband and children's reluctance, did not have time to go home to pack my bags, and took the initiative to apply to enter the isolation ward to work, just to make the patients discharged from the hospital as soon as possible.
The first time I entered the isolation ward, I was greeted by a little boy sitting on the bed, leaning back, holding a doll in his hand, looking at me with lonely and helpless eyes. At that moment, I forgot what I was going to say, tears came out of my eyes, and as a mother, it was really painful to see.
I walked over gently, leaned down to patiently explain to him, and told him in the usual tone of teasing my son about what the test was. From the initial strong refusal to "negotiate" with me later, the fear in his eyes gradually disappeared, and finally he smiled.
Children in isolation wards leave their parents for the first time and need more care and affection from our medical staff. In addition to the rescue and nursing, we took them out of bed to do exercise and exercise. I was also always touched by some small actions, such as the paintings they gave us, such as the words of thanks that sounded "thank you auntie" and "hard work".
In the early morning of March 30, my comrade-in-arms Dai Xin "sneaked" with a bag of things to take over, and I was curious to come forward and asked: "What good things have been mentioned?" "It's the apple for the child." Today is his birthday, and I heard that he likes to eat apples, so I brought him a little. Her small actions not only warmed the child, but also touched the parents of the child.
Here, we are "retrogrades", caregivers. The isolation ward isolates the virus, but it cannot isolate love. We believe that the haze will eventually dissipate and the road ahead is bright.
(Department of Oncology, First People's Hospital of Huaihua City, Zhang Meng)