《The son wants to be raised but the relatives don't wait for him》Part of the content introduction

《The son wants to be raised but cannot be kissed by relatives》It has gained a lot of popularity since it was broadcast. It has been ranked first on the popularity list for three consecutive days. The editor took a look at the plot and it turned out to be very exciting. Friends who are interested may wish to check it out.Come and take a look.

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“Mom, give it.”I handed over two exquisitely packaged red roses with both hands, and my mother smiled from ear to ear.(God! Mom’s expression is exactly what I expected, haha~~)

“Let me see if the drip is finished. ”Go under the bottle and take a closer look. “Mom, just hold on a little longer.”The speed and time of dripping are matched just right, so that there will be no dizziness, rapid heartbeat and other compound effects.I took advantage of the situation and sat on the empty seat next to me, waiting.

“Why are you buying flowers? It’s a waste of money”.Mom said to me with a smile while staring at the flowers.

“It’s Mother’s Day two days ago, so I have to make up for these flowers. Besides, I’ve never given them to you before!” Mom smiled, picked up the rose with her right hand, brought it to her nose, and smelled it.

There is an intravenous drip center on the 6th floor of the hospital, where several nurses are specially arranged to help administer intravenous drips and check infusion bottles.

Looking around, it was the first time I saw someone filling up five or six infusion bottles at a time, which was more than the amount of water we drink in a day.Suddenly, the little boy who was sitting next to him and taking a diabetic injection started crying and said to his mother sitting in front of him: - Mom, I feel uncomfortable.“Then sobbing indirectly.(The reason why I can't cry loudly is that the child is weak and feels tired, so he can only squeeze out a little bit of sound.)

The little boy's face and lips were pale, and he looked about 5/6 years old. His hair was shaved, and a few remaining hair follicles could be vaguely seen on the top of his head.The body is very thin, and because the face is swollen, it does not look skinny.He and I were sitting so close together, and I could hardly feel his breath of existence, and my heart was shocked.(How should I put it? Compared with the ghost children on TV, it is better than anything else.)

The little boy's mother used various methods to comfort him, but the sobbing could not stop at all; then his mother's tears suddenly flowed down.The little boy quickly used his other non-injected hand to wipe away her tears, and then said - Mom, I won't cry, and you won't cry either. We'll go eat delicious food later. I'm good and obedient! -—.After about ten minutes, the child's IV was finally finished.

My mother asked me to give a rose to the little boy.He staggered over to us and said, -Thank you sister, my mother-in-law and I will get better.After saying that, he looked up and smiled at his mother, holding his little hand with his big hand and leaving the intravenous drip room.

My mother raised her head and said to me: - We can also go back to the ward to watch TV and go to bed.” He stood up and said hesitantly: “ The children here are so pitiful. They suffer like this at an age when they don’t understand anything.”I looked in the direction where the little boy left and was stunned for a while.

The Buddha said: - Love is separated, resentment and hatred are reunited, giving up and returning to the west, there is no such thing.It's nothing but empty flowers and illusion.——Hope is just empty-eyed, all illusion, and the child will not have to suffer like this in the next life!

One floor of this hospital is full of children, most of whom are patients with leukemia or other cancers.You can't imagine how these weak bodies fight against diseases and drugs (physical therapy and chemotherapy) every day, nor can you imagine how a lively and rosy child becomes pale/shaky step by step~~Whether this disease is treated or not, it will torture them and their relatives and friends until they stop breathing.Alas~~

My mother and I took the elevator back to the large ward in 1906. A new middle-aged patient came to the bed on the right, accompanied by his wife.Everyone greeted each other naturally, and he said he was waiting for the results of various tests.He lowered his head and paused for a moment, and then said: - I hope it's not a serious problem, I will definitely quit smoking and drinking when I get home, ~~ - This middle-aged couple was worried most of the time, and even looked melancholy when they laughed.

In fact, most of the patients sent to this ward have advanced cancer.Family members and doctors rarely tell patients the true and detailed condition of the disease.

The bedmate on the left is a young man. The couple started a business together. The company has just started to take off, and the child has just learned to walk, but the young man is lying here.His wife takes a long-distance bus to accompany him once a week, and the two of them talk and laugh like normal people.When his wife is not around, you can always feel that he is pretending to be calm but also feeling strongly uneasy.He comforted himself again and again that as long as he actively cooperated with the doctor's treatment, coupled with exercise and psychological adjustment, his body would definitely get better; I was still young and my body would definitely be able to withstand it.Sometimes I would think wildly, what if the illness could not be cured, what would happen to my family, what would happen to the company? I remember the last time I saw him was when his wife came to pick him up and take him home.

The Buddha said: I am afraid that being sentimental will harm my holy life, and when I go to the mountains, I am afraid that I will fall in love with others. In this world, I can have both peace and harmony, and I will live up to the Tathagata and your Majesty.

Mom is the patient who has stayed in this large ward for the longest time. As long as she is not sad, the two of us will always talk and laugh.The nurse sister and the caregivers all said that it would be great if other patients were like you.Yes, if you don’t choose to cry, then choose to live with a smile every day.And you have to smile naturally, smile heartlessly, haha~~~(How is this possible?? I wanted to find a corner to squat in, and no one would come over.)

A week later, an uncle who was in his 60s or 70s came for chemotherapy again. He came for treatment on time for one week every month.He asked with a tough smile - Do you think I am any better? I used to have the best body and bones among all my comrades.“Hmm~~Although he looks skinny and his energy is not as good as before, compared to other patients, he still feels good.He added - the doctor told me not to come, and I can eat whatever I want after I'm discharged.”(In this case, treatment is definitely abandoned. It should be because the body can no longer bear the wanton invasion of drugs and cancer cells.) After hearing his words, the atmosphere in the ward became much gentler.

This is a large hospital in the city that specializes in cancer treatment. The smell of death is always hanging over it, but I am not afraid at all.Because after walking in and out of the floors every day, I discovered that the will to survive of these critically ill patients is not generally strong. That kind of positive energy to survive will definitely make the god of death afraid to get even close.You see, people continue to live a calm daily life of treatment, just to live, just to survive.

I have been hospitalized for more than two months. The doctor said that my mother's treatment has ended and she can eat whatever she wants from now on. Finally, she will be discharged from the hospital.(It’s actually time to give up treatment.) My mother, who didn’t understand the situation, was so happy that she wanted to dance. If my father hadn’t stopped me, she would have fallen over.

People in the big ward are very friendly, greeting each other, giving each other fruits, and taking care of each other.Although they met by chance, they felt like old friends at first sight, maybe because they share the same problem.On Friday morning, my mother and I went to the hospital to pack clothes.My mother said goodbye to everyone seriously, distributed the remaining fruits to other patients, and sincerely wished them a speedy recovery.Goodbye, disturbing hospital.

My father took my mother and I back to the house in the town.The houses in the town are very close to each other, and all kinds of noises are constantly heard; the noise of cars is also heard from time to time on the road below the slope outside the door.Considering that the environment in my hometown is more suitable for my mother to live in (to cultivate herself until she is old), my mother and I persuaded my uneasy father to let us go back to our hometown.Dad had a job in the town, so it took a week to organize the house in his hometown, a bedroom and a kitchen.In this way, the secluded life of my mother and I began.The layout of the room is simple, and many of the furniture were purchased when I was born. Sitting on the small square stool, my body seems to have transformed back to when I was three years old. It feels so amazing.

This kind of overly simple living conditions is really not something that can be adapted to in a week or two.Mom, I’ll take care of myself now that I’m here!

One night an old man wearing a gray tunic suit and a black cloak appeared.Who is here??Ah~~

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