Chapter 16 Chapter Fifteen Forever, Forever

During a pre-investigation, I habitually approached the family members of patients to find out what the current situation was.I knew it before the family members finished talking. This is the most troublesome type.Because as far as the current level of scientific and technological medical treatment is concerned, there is basically no way to solve that situation. It can only depend on luck, which is very sad. After chatting with her for a while, I think the old lady is clear-headed and in good spirits, but sometimes she speaks incoherently. Me: "I heard that auntie looks much better recently."

She smiled: "People are at this age, and they don't look good anymore. No matter how bad their complexion is, they can't be old witches? Haha." Me: "Uncle's illness last year...is it better?" She: "Fortunately, it's much better. I was in a hurry in the hospital. I'm getting old and my health is failing, and I can't stand the toss. Often short of breath, now resting in the house." I glanced at the empty room: "It's okay, Wen Tao (the patient's eldest son) is busy, so I just want to come and see you for him, and bring things over by the way."

She: "I know you young people have a lot of things to do, and you are under so much pressure now...they have come back very frequently recently. I guess they are worried about our old couple. In fact, everything is fine. You are busy with your work. We are happy to come and play when you have time." Happy." Me: "Auntie, let me ask you something: Do you remember what you were doing at this time last year?" The old lady muttered to herself, frowning and thinking carefully. She looked at me suspiciously: "Last year? At this time? It should be to pick up your uncle and leave the hospital... But why can't I remember what happened next?"

Me: "When did you leave the hospital last year?" She: "At the beginning of May..." Early May was when the family said their father had passed away. The description of the family members a few days ago: "My father passed away last year. We were all very sad, and the saddest was my mother. I almost cried several times... Over the past year, our brothers and sisters have often brought their wives and children I went back to accompany her, but the old lady didn’t recover much, and her eye circles were red when she kept talking... A few days ago I went back again, and when I opened the door, I felt that my mother looked very good, and I was quite happy. But after entering the door, I and we were both terrified. My father’s portrait was removed, and the teacup he used was still on display. My mother asked me to chat with my father. No matter what we say, she seems to be inaudible... When eating, there is always a pair of extra bowls and chopsticks on the table, and my mother keeps adding food to it, talking to the empty seat.  … …Later I asked a lot of people, and they all said that my father’s soul came back to haunt my mother. We don’t believe it. The relationship between the old couple has always been very good. There were quarrels and quarrels, but there was absolutely no major conflict. It has been so many years... I suspect that my mother can't accept the reality, and she is a little mentally..." So, under the arrangement of the family, I went to the patient's home.

Me: "That's right, last year now, in June, can't you remember what you were doing?" After thinking for a while, she suddenly realized: "That's right! I remembered that last year was our 40th wedding anniversary. At that time, we were busy talking about having a small party with an old colleague, but he was still too weak. manage." Me: "Then did you call your old colleagues to cancel?" She: "I just took care of him, so I asked my eldest son to beat him. I said I couldn't remember! I have taken care of him this year. This is what I do every day. Of course I want to I can't get up, so I said why my memory suddenly became poor..."

I looked at her heavily, not knowing what to say.The furnishings at home are all living utensils for two people: cups, shoes, reading glasses... She looked at me with relief: "I'm fine. I've been in good health these years, and it's a favor to take care of him now. When I was studying abroad, I didn't get used to it. It was him who took care of me. I was so touched. I didn't expect him to be in debt at this time. Hahaha." After chatting for a while, she naturally thought that her husband was still alive. I tried to explain, but neither had a good time nor the heart to speak.Later, the old lady said that this year's 41st wedding anniversary, she didn't plan to invite anyone, and she would spend it with her family.

Me: "Auntie, how did you sleep well last night?" She: "It's okay. I've been doing well recently. I wake up until dawn. Usually I have a nervous breakdown, and I wake up when there is any movement." Me: "Where's uncle?" She: "He's still like that, the master who doesn't wake up from thunder, sleeps until dawn... He doesn't get up to read in the middle of the night recently, so he won't disturb me... Some of his books... I can't find them these days, I forgot them Hospital? Hospital..." Me: "Did uncle talk to you?"

She: "Speak, take it slow, one sentence is enough for me to boil a pot of water, hahaha... By the way, I'll refill him with water, just wait a moment." Me: "Hmm... can I have a look?" She stood up: "Okay, come on, he is used to the big chair in the bedroom." I followed her in, and the big chair she was talking about was empty, with a coat and a book on it.She introduced me to the empty chair, and then looked at the chair and began to talk about some trivial things in life. The scene was very weird, so I slowly backed out. This old-fashioned two-bedroom is just two houses plus a small foyer, and I can only go back to another room.I noticed that there was a thick stack of cards next to the chair the old lady sat in, and I picked them up and flipped through them. It seemed that they were gifts from the old couple over the years, such as birthdays, new year, Spring Festival, wedding anniversaries, etc. .Just when I was about to put it back, I saw the top one, and the signature date was written last year.The handwriting on the card is beautiful and clear, which seems to belong to the patient.After reading it, I put the card away privately.

When the old lady came out of the house, I changed my mind and got up to leave after chatting for a while. A few days later, I made an appointment with the family members of the patient, and tried to find them together. After objectively speaking about all the situations and my judgment, I told them my thoughts: I hope they will reconsider the question of whether to be admitted to the hospital for treatment. I personally recommend it. Mainly rest.Then handed the card back to them.After several people passed it on, they were all silent and just nodded. At home that night, I got out my notebook and looked again at the passage I had copied from the card.

Ever since I got used to indulging in logical analysis and rational analysis, I have never felt that emotion is so important. I know that emotion is very small, neither brilliant nor heroic, just a small fragment, but it moved me.I also know that this article looks boring, boring, and plain, without a mysterious world and colorful ideas.But I am still paranoid and try to use my clumsy words and lack of vocabulary to write this article willfully. I would like to commemorate the sincere feelings of the old couple, and use the text on the card as the end of this article . original: The ring between the fingers no longer shines

The wedding dress has long been dusty in the closet Our faces are slowly getting old But that feeling still hasn't changed thank you for every day because of you I have the courage to say "forever and ever"