During the time when Hu Yi was in a coma, the little girl stayed by his side. She had been quietly guarding the bedside, taking care of the feverish and confused Hu Yi. From the second day on, she followed the nurses' procedures for taking care of Hu Yi and stubbornly replaced the nurses' nursing work. Except for professional work such as disinfection, changing dressings, and taking body temperature, she did everything for Hu Yi, and no one could stop her. She fed him water and porridge, helped him turn over regularly, wiped his body, and took care of everything. The nurse had no choice but to let the little girl stubbornly take on Hu Yi's nursing work.
It was another morning, and the sunlight quietly climbed up to the window of the ward.
The little girl curled up beside Hu Yi's bed suddenly woke up and sat up with a flutter. She was so tired that she didn't hear the wake-up call. She looked back at Hu Yi who was quiet, stretched out her little hand under his nose, paused and touched his bronze forehead, then exhaled a breath, didn't bother to rub her sleepy eyes, jumped off the bed and ran straight to the window sill, blew out the oil lamp, picked up the lunch box, and ran out of the door in a panic.
A pair of pigtails that had not been combed for several days were fluttering crookedly. She was still wearing the same dirty and petite military uniform as when she came here. She ran across the yard like a gust of wind, then fell at the end of the yard. She got up without hesitation and hurriedly disappeared around the corner.
He rushed into the place where he got his meals out of breath, his big eyes dimmed instantly, and he stared blankly at the cooks cleaning up the empty porridge bucket. Tears of self-blame immediately and silently flowed out, unable to be stopped, sliding down his dirty little face, leaving clear marks. He stood there stupidly, holding the empty lunch box that was stained with mud when he fell, and crying silently while looking at the empty porridge bucket.
The cook raised his head and said, "Hey, little girl, what's wrong with you?"
"I... got up late... Woo—" She finally burst into tears.
"Here, bring the lunch box." The cook turned around and brought out a large bowl of hot porridge from the back while speaking. "I left this specially for you, little girl. I was worried that you wouldn't come, so I wanted to tell the nurse to send it to you."
Feeling a gentle breeze caressing his face, a little bit cool, with the smell of a hospital, the smell of early morning, Hu Yi slowly opened his eyes.
Three empty beds. I looked carefully. I had seen them before. They had been used by chatterboxes, buglers, and people who committed suicide. But I was actually... here. The door was half open, as if it had been forgotten to be closed, so the wind quietly slipped in.
Hu Yi tried to get up, but felt a sharp pain in his shoulders and back. He then realized that his upper body was almost completely wrapped in bandages. So he gritted his teeth and turned sideways, trying to get out of bed. He used his legs to spread the quilt, and suddenly felt a cool sensation of being naked. Was it because he was naked
The light on the wall suddenly dimmed, and Hu Yi, who was sweating from the pain, turned his head and saw the person who appeared at the door. Xiao Hongying, holding the lunch box tightly, stood at the door of the house blankly, looking at Hu Yi who had woken up, with tears in her eyes.
"Oh, right, don't move." Xiao Hongying finally reacted, and hurried into the house, put down the lunch box, turned around and closed the door, and then ran over to cover Hu Yi's quilt tightly again: "Auntie Zhou said that the fever has not subsided yet and it can't be cooled down."
"Hoo-Girl."
"Um?"
"I have to get out of bed."
"I'll talk to you when you feel better."
"I'm talking about now."
"no"
"If you don't let me go, I'll wet the bed"
"Oh, so you want to pee? Wait." Xiao Hongying then realized Hu Yi's purpose. She quickly bent down, picked up the chamber pot from under the bed, lifted the quilt covering Hu Yi's lower body and stretched out her little hand.
Hu Yi's whole body shuddered, his hair stood up, and he quickly pulled his legs back into the bed in fear. His movements were a bit too rough, and even his wounds hurt: "Uh—stop... Huh—you damn girl, what are you doing?"
"Help you collect your urine." The little girl blinked her big eyes in confusion, not understanding why Hu Yi reacted so suddenly.
"No, I can do it myself. You go out and wait."
"But you're so tangled up, how can you do it yourself?"
Hu Yi turned his head and took a closer look. He didn't know which nurse had such high-quality craftsmanship, but the bandage was applied thickly and fully. In order to prevent the swing of the arm from pulling the wound, it was tied tightly, almost like a bundle. Damn it.
"Help me solve it."
"No." The little girl's eyebrows finally stood up, and her big eyes revealed determination. Aunt Zhou had told her the simple truth about inflammation and infection. Hu Yi had finally survived, so she dared not make any more mistakes. There was no room for error. However, the little girl finally understood that the fox was... shy, right
Seeing Hu Yi sweating in pain from the excessive movement just now, frowning and closing his eyes without saying anything, Xiao Hongying also got angry and lifted a piece of quilt without caring about anything. Hu Yi's body was already leaning against the wall, with nowhere to hide. The little girl held the chamber pot in one hand and held it with the other hand, and stuffed it in directly.
Hu Yi was stunned, as if all the muscles in his body had tightened into a piece of iron. For a moment he even forgot the pain of his wound, and his head was buzzing.
"Sister Liu took care of you on the first day, and I took care of you afterwards. You were talking nonsense day and night, and they all said you couldn't do it anymore, but I didn't believe them... Hey? Why is it bigger than a few days ago? Is it swollen?" Xiao Hongying held the chamber pot and waited for the sound of water as if nothing had happened, while she was talking to Hu Yi: "Hey, Fox, why don't you pee? Hurry up?"
"Hoo—girl, please give me some face and wait outside. I will take care of the rest myself, okay?" Hu Yi was going crazy.
The little girl thought about it and realized that she had done all the help she needed and now it was time for him to come back. So this time she did not refuse Hu Yi's request, but got off the bed and stood outside the door.
The fox woke up, and the little girl instantly forgot all her sadness and fatigue, and unknowingly became herself again. Through the door, the little girl's voice came into the room again.
"Hehe, are you shy? You can see naked people all over the village, what do you have to be ashamed of? Goudan and the others stand by the river every day to see who can pee farther, but it's a pity that I can only watch and can't compete. But... they seem to be different from you... Hey, Fox, say something, are you done? If you don't say anything, I'm going to come in..."
No matter what, I must let the nurse cut this damn bandage. Hu Yi gave himself this order in his heart.
The biggest difference between the ward for lightly injured patients and the ward for seriously injured patients is personal space. The seriously injured patients at least have a single bed, but the lightly injured patients have to squeeze together. Large beds and large kangs are placed next to each other, or wooden stretchers are placed directly on the ground and put together to save space.
Li Xiang was transferred here from the intensive care unit just a few days ago. Everyone was shocked and found it incredible that he survived.
The division originally had a very small arsenal with only a dozen people, who were responsible for repairing damaged firearms, recycling captured artillery shells and grenades and converting them into earth bombs, and making land mines.
A while ago, this small ordnance workshop exploded. The scene was horrific. There was only one half-dead survivor, Li Xiang. He was almost covered with wounds, shrapnel wounds, burns, and other injuries. The skin on his head and face was burned. After rescue, he was sent to the intensive care unit.
After waking up, he endured severe pain all over his body every day and waited for death. His wounds began to fester and maggots grew, so he chose to die himself, time and time again, but he could not do so because of the wounds all over his body. He was pulled back from the brink of death again and again by nurses and doctors, and finally he was tied directly to the hospital bed.
Until one morning, the nurse on the ward found that he had somehow untied the rope and was weakly trying to hang himself from the beam with the bandages on his body. The nurse was shocked by this scene, not because of how he untied the rope, nor because he was going to commit suicide again, but because he could actually stand up.
Zhou Wanping examined him on the spot and found that the wounds that were festering and full of maggots had almost healed. This was incomprehensible to everyone. Zhou Wanping and Dean Chen thought it was due to his physical condition and luck. The other wounded had a simpler understanding, saying that the ghosts who were trying to kill him thought he was too ugly and didn't want to admit him. Not long after, he was transferred out of the intensive care unit.
The division was considering rebuilding a small factory, but could not find experienced workers. When they heard that Li Xiang, the only survivor, was about to recover, they sent someone to look for him, hoping that he could return to work in the factory. However, they found that his voice was hoarse and he could not speak clearly. His right hand, which was burned over a large area, was constantly twitching and shaking. Even if he recovered, he could not return to the factory to work. So they changed it to a visit to comfort him and just left.
A nurse pushed open the door of the ward, leaned forward and said, "Li Xiang, Doctor Zhou wants you to go to her office."
A few minutes later, a wounded man appeared at the door of Zhou Wanping's office. He was not wearing a hat and his bandages had been removed. Half of his head and half of his face were covered with ugly scars from healed burns. The other half was shaved bald, and his right hand was shaking uncontrollably.
"Come in and close the door." Zhou Wanping, who was sitting behind the desk, threw down the book in her hand and looked up: "Take a break. You can fool others but not me."
Li Xiang lowered his head and his right hand stopped shaking.
"Why don't you want to go back?"
"If you don't tell me... I might consider explaining the situation to the division again."
After a moment of silence, a hoarse and unpleasant voice came out: "I can't go back... I can't..."
Li Xiang's voice was indeed damaged by the smoke, and it was very hoarse, but he could still speak clearly. He stood not far from the door, with his head lowered, looking at the ground.
"Can't, or don't want to?"
"I... can't... I always... dream about it... I'm afraid to go back... I can't go back... I can't stand the... torture there... I..."
Li Xiang was speaking incoherently when he was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door behind him.
"Come in."
Nurse Xiao Liu pushed the door open and said in surprise: "Sister Zhou, he is awake"
"Who's awake?"
"Hu Yi in the backyard."
Zhou Wanping stood up from behind her desk and said, "Li Xiang, you can go back." Then she put her hands in her white coat pockets and walked towards the door with her long legs...