At around four o'clock in the afternoon, the lights in the hospital corridor were soft and warm. Carrying my lunch box, I walked through the hospital corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant water to my father's hospital room. When I opened the door, I saw my father lying quietly on the hospital bed, his face was a little pale but he was in good spirits. I walked over and asked softly, "Dad, how are you feeling today?" He smiled and said, "It's okay, but I don't feel that much pain in my chest." ”
Hearing him say that, I felt a little lighter. I put the lunch box on the bedside table, opened the lid, and the aroma of the food immediately filled the air. I handed my dad a pair of chopsticks and said, "Come, eat something, there is your favorite braised pork today." Dad took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and showed a satisfied expression on his face. I watched him eat with relish, and my heart warmed.
After eating, I picked up the kettle and prepared to pour a glass of water for my dad. He looked at me and whispered, "Thank you, girl." I smiled and didn't speak, just handed him the glass. At this moment, the nurse walked in, still holding some medicine in her hand. "Uncle, how are you feeling today?" asked the nurse as she skillfully took her father's temperature and blood pressure.
"Much better, my chest doesn't hurt so much. Dad replied with a slight smile.
I stood aside, watching the busy figure of the nurse, and then looking at the father's gradually recovering face, and my heart was mixed. The chemotherapy process was a lot of torture for my father, but he always tried to maintain an optimistic attitude. I know he doesn't want us to worry too much.
After the nurse left, my father suddenly said, "Girl, help me up and walk." I nodded and carefully helped him out of bed. We walked slowly to the window and looked at the scenery outside the window. Dad took a deep breath of fresh air, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face that he had not seen in a long time.
"Dad, you see the trees outside are green. I pointed to the woods outside the window.
"yes, spring is coming. Dad sighed, "I wish I could be discharged from the hospital and go for a walk in the park." ”
I squeezed his hand and said, "Yes, Dad." You're going to get better. ”
We stood quietly for a while, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility. Suddenly, my father's phone rang, and it was a video call from my sister. I connected it and handed my phone to my dad. A smiling face from my sister appeared on the screen, "Dad, how are you today?"
"Much better, don't worry. Dad smiled and said, "Look, I can get out of bed and walk." ”
They chatted for a while, and I took my phone and said a few words to my sister. After hanging up the phone, my father suddenly said, "Girl, I want to take a shower." ”
"Okay, I'll get it ready for you. I said, turning around and going to the bathroom to prepare hot water and a clean change of clothes.
When everything was ready, I helped my dad into the bathroom. He sat by the bathtub, and I carefully washed and wiped his hair. Looking at his emaciated body, I felt a pang of sadness in my heart. But I know that all I can do now is to take care of him as much as I can and be with him through this difficult time.
After taking a shower, Dad looked much more energetic. I helped him back to the bed and covered him with the quilt. He looked at me, smiled and said, "Girl, thank you for your hard work." ”
I shook my head and smiled and said, "It's not hard, Dad." Rest well, I'll be with you all the time. ”
As night fell, the lights in the hospital corridors were dim. I sat on the edge of my father's bed, holding his hand and feeling the temperature of his palm. Suddenly, Dad's body began to tremble, his face turned pale and he frowned, as if he was enduring great pain.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" I asked in a panic.
"Chest... It hurts...", Dad struggled to spit out a few words.
I immediately pressed the bedside pager and called the nurse. After a while, the nurse hurried over to check on my father. She quickly injected her dad with a painkiller and told me I needed to wait for the doctor to come and check it out.
I waited anxiously, and it seemed like time had become extraordinarily long. Finally, the doctor rushed to the ward. He carefully inquired about his father's symptoms and conducted a detailed examination. The doctor told me that my father's condition had recurred and that he needed immediate emergency treatment.
I instantly felt a wave of panic and helplessness, and tears flowed down my eyes unconsciously. I looked at my father's painful expression, and my heart was full of guilt and self-blame. I clasped his hand and silently prayed for him.
The doctor quickly arranged a treatment plan and told me that I needed surgery immediately. I signed the consent form, and my heart was full of apprehension and anxiety. Outside the operating room, I waited anxiously, every second was like torment.
The operation went on for several hours, and finally, the door to the operating room opened. The doctor came out and told me that the operation was successful and that my dad was out of danger. I breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone in my heart finally landed.
After the operation, my father was sent back to the ward. I stood by his bedside, looking at his pale face and weak body, and my heart was filled with pity and gratitude. I gently took his hand and felt his pulse settle down.
"Girl..."Dad opened his eyes slightly, and smiled when he saw me, "I'm worried about you..."
"Dad, don't talk, have a good rest. I whispered, tears welling up again.
This experience made me cherish the time I spent with my dad even more, and it also made me more aware of the value of family affection. I made up my mind to work harder to take care of him and accompany him through this difficult time.
After a few days, my father's condition gradually stabilized. He began to be able to get out of bed and move around, and his appetite gradually returned. I watched him get better day by day, and my heart was filled with gratitude and joy.
Finally, one day, the doctor told us that my dad could be discharged from the hospital. We packed our things and prepared to leave the hospital. When I walked out of the hospital gate, I felt an inexplicable sense of relief and joy. I know that this is the joy and happiness brought by my father's improvement in condition.
"Dad, you can finally go home. I said with a smile.
Dad also showed a bright smile: "Yes, I can finally go home." ”
We came home, opened the door, and the warmth of home came to our faces. Dad stood at the door, took a deep breath, and sighed, "It feels so good to be home." ”
"Of course, the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as your own kennel. I smiled in response and helped my dad slowly into the house.
"It's been a hard time for you to get sick this time, girl. "My dad looked at me with gratitude in his eyes.
"Dad, what do you say, this is what I should do. I pretended to be angry and pouted, "You're my father, who will take care of you if I don't take care of you?"
After hearing this, my father laughed and touched my head: "Silly girl, Dad knows your mind." Alright, let's stop standing in the doorway, let's go inside. ”
"Okay!" I replied happily and helped my father into the house.