At three o'clock in the afternoon, Dr. Lin knocked on the door of ward V306 on time.
To his surprise, the ward was quiet, with only a muscular-looking middle-aged man taking care of the patient.
Dr. Lin has worked in this hospital for 3 years. At the beginning of this year, he was transferred to the V area of the inpatient department due to personnel transfer.
At first, he was a little apprehensive during the ward rounds. The V area is also called the VIP area. The patients who can be arranged here are either rich or expensive, and their status is always overwhelming.
For the first few days, he held his breath when he entered the door.
Later, he slowly discovered that in the face of birth, old age, sickness and death, everyone is the same.
Death is never delayed because of how rich you are.
The V area is quieter than other areas, in addition to the smaller number of patients, because the patients and their families are more literate, they will not yell in places like the hospital.
Dr. Lin remembered that after the patient in Room 306 was sent yesterday, many relatives came on and off. Everyone had anxious expressions on their faces, but they were very restrained.
After learning that the patient was out of danger, most of them were relieved and thanked the doctor very politely.
When Dr. Lin was rounding the room, he thought he would see many relatives, but he did not expect that only Uncle Zhong would stay in the room.
He took a pen and wrote the patient's name on the ward round record and asked, "Are you alone?"
Uncle Zhong nodded: "The doctor said that he needs to rest, so everyone who came to visit was stopped and left me here to take care of him."
Dr. Lin smiled at him: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard." Uncle Zhong shook his head, "I also asked for nursing care. There aren't many things that I can really handle."
Dr. Lin turned to ask Uncle Zhong a few words about the patient's condition, and wrote them down one by one.
Perhaps because the ward was too quiet, Dr. Lin closed the door lightly when he left.
There is a corner in the corridor, and then there is the elevator area. When turning the corner, Dr. Lin bumped into a young man.
He walked in a hurry, carrying his suitcase in one hand and his mobile phone in the other, as if he was calling someone.
Only when Dr. Lin approached did he see his profile clearly. Although half of it was covered by his elbows, it didn't hinder the amazing feeling of his exposed places.
"Well, I'm at the hospital. Didn't you say you were safe? Didn't bother you... "
The other side didn't know what to say. Dr. Lin smiled indistinctly when he saw him, but the worry in his eyes still didn't dissipate.
He seemed a little lost, and when he passed by Dr. Lin, the pole of the suitcase hit Dr. Lin's arm.
After being stunned for a few seconds, he hurriedly turned his head to apologize to Dr. Lin.
Dr. Lin waved his hand to show that he didn't mind, then saw him dragging his suitcase again, and explained to the person on the other end of the phone as he walked, "I'm fine, I ran into someone in the corridor just now..."
The voice became quieter and quieter. He stopped after reaching a certain place, and reached out and pushed open the door of Ward 306.
Xie Ning was stunned for a long time after opening the door.
He carefully put the suitcase aside, as if Mr. Xie was just sleeping, he was afraid that the loud noise would wake him up.
Then he walked slowly to the hospital bed, squatted down, and held Mr. Xie's hand.
Mr. Xie's face was very pale, his cheeks were sunken, his eyebrows and eyes were full of wrinkles, his eyes were closed, and he lay quietly on the bed, with various medical catheters inserted into his body.
Xie Ning blinked, holding back the gushing tears.
One hand of Mr. Xie was infusion, and the other hand was held by Xie Ning. The old man's hand was cold. In the past, Mr. Xie was afraid of Xie Ning, so he always let him hold it for a while and then find an excuse to loosen it.
Now that Xie Ning has been holding it for a long time, the old man has no response.
Xie Ning suddenly found that Mr. Xie's hair was already silver.
Uncle Zhong poured him a glass of warm water, and when he saw him squatting in front of the hospital bed, he moved another chair over.
Xie Ning sat down silently, before turning to look at Uncle Zhong for a long time, and asked, "What did the doctor say? What is Grandpa doing now?"
In fact, Uncle Zhong had already told him several times on the phone and told Zhuang Yan about his condition, but Xie Ning didn't remember any of those words.
Or, he just needs someone to tell him this repeatedly, so as to dilute the initial panic when he learned that Mr. Xie was sent to the hospital.
"It's a sudden cerebral hemorrhage."
Xie Ning's heart skipped a beat, his free hand clenched involuntarily.
Uncle Zhong continued: "The craniotomy has already been done. The doctor said that the operation was successful. The specific situation will need to be observed for a while."
Xie Ning struggled to digest Uncle Zhong's words for a while, and when he opened his mouth, his voice stuttered a little: "How could it be... so suddenly?"
"I didn't take good care of the old man." Uncle Zhong's voice dropped, "I should have supported him every step of the way when going down the stairs."
Xie Ning moved his lips but did not speak.
He knew that he should comfort Uncle Zhong aloud. After all, he couldn't blame him for this, and even his own son couldn't take care of everyone.
But now it was his grandfather lying in the hospital bed.
"When will I wake up?" Xie Ning looked at Mr. Xie quietly for a while, and asked again.
"I don't know." Uncle Zhong shook his head, "It depends on the recovery after surgery."
Xie Ning thought in horror, would he never wake up
He knew that the possibility was very small, but as long as there was such a small possibility, Xie Ning couldn't help but be afraid.
He thought again, when was the last time he saw Mr. Xie
It seems to be his birthday party. The old man is very happy and looks in good spirits. He is completely different from the weak appearance lying on the bed at this time.
Xie Ning said in a daze: "Although grandpa's health is not always good, I never thought that he would fall down so suddenly without any warning... Why is it like this?"
Uncle Zhong hesitated for a while, as if he was organizing words, the room was quiet for a few seconds, and his sigh sounded.
"Actually, the old man... His health has never been very good. Before, he was lethargic, had frequent headaches, and occasionally vomited. He was briefly in a coma twice last month, and he called a family doctor."
Xie Ning looked up at him suddenly: "Don't tell me why."
"I'm afraid you'll be worried." Uncle Zhong lowered his head deeply, "Every time you go to the compound, the old man has to prepare well in advance, try to make himself look more energetic, and prevent you from being aware of the clues."
Xie Ning's eyes suddenly became sour. He turned his head slowly and looked at Mr. Xie's face. After a while, his vision slowly became blurred, and there was a mist in front of him.
He moved his wrist and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, so he buried his head in his arm for a long time.
Uncle Zhong suddenly remembered that he had asked Mr. Xie before, whether it would be worse for him to hide it from Xie Ning.
At that time, Mr. Xie sighed and said, "Ning Ning has grown up. He has his own life to live. I can't be his burden and confine him here."
Uncle Zhong only felt that if Xie Ning found out later, he would not be happy.
But now he found out that Shaining is more self-blame.
Why did I find out so late, and why I didn't stay by Mr. Xie's side at the most critical time.
This pair of grandfather and grandson always express their love for each other in their own way.
After that, no matter what Uncle Zhong persuaded, Xie Ning seemed to have taken root, sitting in front of the hospital bed without moving.
When dinner was delivered, Uncle Zhong took him to eat: "I have to eat some whatever."
Xie Ning said nothing, just shook his head.
"The old man wouldn't want you to do this." Uncle Zhong said.
But Xie Ning still didn't speak. He seemed to isolate himself and Mr. Xie in a special space, and no one was allowed to break in. He heard the outside voice, but he didn't seem to hear it.
He didn't dare to leave the old man Xie, for fear that the old man would be sad if he couldn't see him when he woke up.
I was afraid that Mr. Xie would never wake up.
He didn't sleep well last night. He closed his eyes on the plane and had several dreams on and off.
I dreamed that Uncle Zhong said sadly that you are late.
You didn't get to see the old man for the last time.
He woke up suddenly, the cold sweat fell, and when he turned his head, he saw a vast void outside the window.
Later, he didn't dare to close his eyes again, for fear that as soon as he fell into the darkness, his whole body would start to get chills.
The phone suddenly vibrated twice.
Xie Ning was startled, he was stunned for a while, and then slowly took out his mobile phone.
It was a message from Zhuang Yan.
Zhuang Yan: I have finished work here. Do you remember to have dinner
Xie Ning lowered his eyes, looked at the phone screen for a while, then turned to look at Uncle Zhong: "Where's my dinner?"
Uncle Zhong was a little confused for a while, wondering why he suddenly wanted to eat again.
But he was willing to eat it, so Uncle Zhong hurriedly took out the food box and set it up for him.
When he was eating, he devoured the dates wholeheartedly. Although Uncle Zhong asked people to buy all his favorite dishes, he still had no appetite at all.
Uncle Zhong thought he was finally back to normal, watching him slowly finish his dinner bit by bit.
After the box was empty, he took a picture of Lengzhi with his mobile phone and sent it to Zhuang Yan.
Xie Ning: Eat well.
Zhuang Yan smiled back, and then made a phone call.
"I was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you to answer, so I only sent a text message." Zhuang Yan's voice came from a distance.
The moment he heard his voice, Xie Ning suddenly wanted to cry again for some reason.
"Just finished eating." He replied in a low voice.
Zhuang Yan asked, "How is grandpa?"
"It's alright." Xie Ning said in a daze. After he said this, he suddenly felt a little more secure, so he repeated it several times, "It's alright."
His voice was a little hoarse, and he choked a little unconsciously when he spoke. Zhuang Yan judged that he might have cried again, or was still crying.
He was a little powerless at the moment.
Only when the two were separated by such a long distance did he realize that language was the most pale and useless.
He couldn't hug Shainin, he couldn't wipe the tears from his face, and he couldn't lower his head to kiss him and reassure him.
He could only say some rambling words, hoping that Xie Ning would be happier and more relaxed after hearing it.
But he couldn't even see Shainin's expression when he heard his voice.
The two chatted for a while, and finally Xie Ning hung up the phone first.
Zhuang Yan listened to the busy tone on the phone, and after a few seconds, slowly retracted the phone.
He walked back to the studio again, made a gesture to the staff, and said, "The rest is over, and I'm ready for the next scene. It's a little harder these days, and the next scenes will be brought up first and finished."
On the other side, Xie Ning's hand was against his stomach, and he only felt that something was churning in his stomach, which was very uncomfortable.
Then, under Uncle Zhong's worried eyes, he ran to the bathroom and spit up the dinner he had just eaten.