Early on the weekend morning, Xun Yuming took Zhuang Yi to Nanshan Nursing Home.
My grandfather is not in good health recently. Xun Yuming is usually too busy with work, and finally has a whole period of time off on his rest day, so he went to visit with his boyfriend who just took office.
The nursing home is very close to the community where Zhuang Yi lives. They bought some easy-to-chew fruits in the small supermarket at the foot of the mountain, and then went to Chigui Restaurant to pack some meals and take them with them.
The car drove to the gate of the nursing home, Zhuang Yi went down to pick up things, Xun Yuming followed him and asked, "...how can I introduce you to grandpa?"
"You can figure it out yourself." Zhuang Yi glanced at him, and closed the trunk with a "bang".
How would he introduce it
Boyfriend of course.
Seeing him, Xun Yuming was a little unhappy, and chased after him and said, "No. What I mean is, if grandpa asks me, how can I explain it?"
Before, he thought that he had a genetic disease, and he didn't even tell his grandfather. He planned to use his status as a doctor to get some sleeping pills as soon as he got sick, and he would settle it for himself.
He wasn't sure when that day would come, so he put the money from his last prize into a trust fund that would be the sole beneficiary of his grandfather in case he became ill before he died.
Now the gene report is proven to be a scam, and he has no health risks, so he has to tell the truth about what he has concealed for so many years, otherwise he and Zhuang Yi can't find a suitable reason for their separation and reunion, and it will be difficult to fool grandpa.
But to be honest...
Xun Yuming stood in the corner with his hands behind his back, looking at Zhuang Yi not far away who was chatting and laughing with his grandfather with resentful eyes, feeling aggrieved in his heart: why should he be punished to stand.
"Xiao Zhuang." Grandpa looked back at him, and said to Zhuang Yi in a low voice: "Obviously he... I'm sorry, don't be... as familiar... with him."
"I know, Grandpa." Zhuang Yi sat on a small stool by the terrace, smiling softly and indulgently, "Don't worry, in this life, only he bullies me, and I don't bully him, and he can't bully me either. In the past After all, he is too considerate of me, but if he is more selfish, we don't have these things."
Grandpa heard the words, and heaved a long sigh: "He has been... like this since he was a child."
Zhuang Yi really didn't know about Xun Yuming's childhood, he only met his grandfather once, that was when he graduated from senior year and when Xun Yuming went home to visit relatives, and he left in a few days. And Xun Yuming kept his family secret in his life, as if his only relative was his grandfather.
"Obviously he..." Zhuang Yi glanced at Xun Yuming, who had his mouth flattened behind his hands, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know where his mother is now?"
Grandpa was startled when he heard the words. His limbs, which were trembling slightly, suddenly trembled violently. Even his head began to shake uncontrollably from side to side, and his heels kept hitting the ground, as if he was beating some kind of rhythm.
"...Are you okay?" Zhuang Yi was taken aback. He had never seen his grandfather get sick. Huntington's disease was just a concept to him. Seeing the patient was completely different from looking up information on the Internet. Two things.
He panicked: "Obviously! Come on!"
Xun Yuming was in a trance with his head down, when he suddenly heard him shouting anxiously, he was startled, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"
"Grandpa seems to be falling ill." Zhuang Yi held his grandfather's swinging arms, his muscular hands twisted into the shape of an orchid, twitching in the void.
"Help him in quickly." Xun Yuming went to help his grandfather, trying to help him onto the bed.
Zhuang Yi thought it was too slow, so he simply picked up his grandfather and strode towards the bedroom. Grandpa's arm didn't listen to him, as soon as he got out of Xun Yuming's control, he immediately bounced in the opposite direction, and hit Zhuang Yi's side face with a "snap".
"Put it here quickly, I'll call the doctor." Xun Yuming signaled Zhuang Yi to put his grandfather on the bed, and went to the nurse's station to call someone. Although he is a doctor, he doesn't work in a hospital, and he can't prescribe medicine.
Zhuang Yi has never taken care of patients in the neurology department, and he did not expect them to have such serious attacks. Fortunately, he understands psychiatry. In general psychiatric hospitals, if patients suddenly become manic and cannot be controlled, they will often take protective measures.
The so-called "protection" is actually to tie up the patients to prevent them from harming themselves or others.
Zhuang Yi didn't want to tie up his grandfather, because he was afraid that Xun Yuming would feel distressed, and because he couldn't bear it, so he just pressed his arms and watched him to comfort him: "Grandpa, look at me. I'm sorry, I was too reckless just now. I shouldn't have asked you that. Don't get excited, think about it, he is very promising now, he is loved by others, and he will live a good life in the future. "
"Good... good life." Grandpa muttered indistinctly, and his articulation became more and more slurred after he fell ill.
"Yes, it's clearly promising." Although Zhuang Yi grabbed his arm, he still raised one leg vigorously and kept bumping against his shoulder, like a ballerina raising his leg high. As he spoke, the corner of his mouth overflowed With crystal clear saliva, all dignity is gone.
Xun Yuming quickly rushed over with the doctor, hurriedly feeding him the noon medicine. Two nurses pressed his limbs, nurse Xiao Yang supported the sides of his head, Zhuang Yi put the pills into the grandfather's mouth, and slowly fed him water.
Before he could take a sip, Grandpa's face turned purple and he choked up the medicine and water all at once, and sprayed it all on Xun Yuming, coughing until he was trembling all over.
The doctor frowned and said, "This is not good, his swallowing function has degraded very much now."
"That's crushed, put it in the water and feed it." Zhuang Yi winked at Xun Yuming, and the latter understood, took a book on the table and put it under it, crushed the white tablet that grandpa just spit out, and scraped it into the small Water was mixed in the tea bowl, and spoonfuls were sent to grandpa's mouth.
Zhuang Yi patted Grandpa on the back, and whenever his face looked a little strange, he would beat him hard twice to prevent him from choking. After tossing for nearly forty minutes, five people fed a few pills to Grandpa.
The doctor and Xun Yuming gave some instructions, left the restraint belts they usually used, and left with the two nurses. The nurse Xiao Yang went outside to fetch hot water, and there were only three grandparents and grandchildren left in the house.
The effect of the medicine did not improve for a while, and grandpa was still twitching. Zhuang Yi was afraid that he would hurt himself, so he asked, "How about tying up grandpa's legs? Don't be too tight, just control the movement range a little bit."
Xun Yuming said "Yes", "I'll do it."
He took the straps, wrapped them around Grandpa's bony knees, and tied the other end loosely to the railing beside the bed. There are several reddish-brown scabs on grandpa's loose skin, which are the marks of his legs knocking on the table legs and the edge of the bed when he fell ill before.
Xun Yuming couldn't help stroking those wounds, his eyes and nose felt sore, which hindered his grandfather from shedding tears, so he endured it.
Zhuang Yi didn't want him to be overwhelmed with sadness, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go and heat up the dishes we brought. Grandpa must be hungry when he recovers later."
Although they went out early in the morning, the purchase was delayed for a long time, and it was already past eleven o'clock. The wards in the nursing home are expensive, and they are equipped with a small kitchen symbolically. Xun Yuming puts the food in the microwave and stares blankly at it wandering around in it.
Seeing that he closed the door, Zhuang Yi whispered in his grandfather's ear, "I obviously didn't hear you, don't worry."
Just now when grandpa got sick, his eyes kept wandering on Zhuang Yi's face, he hesitated to speak, with a deep expression, he must be afraid that he would tell Xun Yuming what he just said.
"This is our secret." Zhuang Yi smiled, "I won't tell him."
Grandpa looked at him, nodded with difficulty, wanted to say something, but gave up again.
Not long after, Xun Yuming came in with food, looked at his watch, "It's almost time for lunch."
Xiao Yang, the nurse, came in with a thermos pot and reminded: "The cafeteria is open, are you still cooking?"
"No need." Zhuang Yi pointed to the lunch box in Xun Yuming's hand, "We brought the lunch."
Xiao Yang probed and looked, there was a bucket of pork ribs and yam soup, a box of stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a box of stewed chicken with seafood, all of which smelled good, but: "Grandpa can't eat like this now, he can't swallow it when he gets sick." When he grows up, I will give him liquid food."
He went to the kitchen to bring a juicer, "Pour in the food, break it up and give it to him, or you will choke."
Zhuang Yi understands that first, the disease itself will affect the swallowing function, and second, taking medicine for many years will cause extrapyramidal side effects, which will lead to choking, which is also common in patients with schizophrenia.
I understand the truth, but no matter how delicious the food is, if it is smashed into a paste and fed into the mouth, it will be tasteless.
It's not that Xun Yuming doesn't know about his grandfather's situation, but every time he revisits it, it's a torture. He silently took away the juicer, minced all kinds of vegetables and put them in the lunch box, and brought them back for grandpa to eat.
Seeing this, Xiao Yang thought that there was no difference between the paste of this dish and the paste of that dish, they were all unpalatable paste anyway, it would be easier to feed them together, but he was not ashamed to tell Xun Yuming.
Grandpa had taken the medicine for a long time, and the twitching had gradually stopped. Zhuang Yi let go of his hand and said, "Let me feed."
"No need." Xun Yuming didn't want to do anything to others, not to mention how noble and proud his grandfather was, it must be very painful for him to be seen by everyone—especially Zhuang Yi.
"You help me wash a towel and come out." Xun Yuming pushed him away, scooped up a spoonful of rice paste, and fed it into Grandpa's mouth, but half of the spoonful flowed down the corner of his mouth and into his neck.
"Lie... lie down." Grandpa tilted his head back, staring at Xun Yuming: "Lie down!"
Xun Yuming came to his senses, took out a piece of paper to wipe his grandfather's neck, rolled the hospital bed flat, and let his grandfather lie down. He fed another spoonful, and the rice milk really slid down his throat and into the esophagus, which was easier than sitting halfway.
When Zhuang Yi came back, his grandfather had just finished his meal, and Xun Yuming was feeding him pork rib soup, "Should I hire a nurse for my grandfather some other day?"
Judging from the workload, Xiao Yang himself should be tired of coping. When he is busy, he will not be able to do too many things in detail, and Grandpa will be wronged because of this.
Xun Yuming didn't know this, "I thought about it too, but..."
He was afraid to say it in the room and make grandpa feel sad, so he gave Zhuang Yi a wink: "I'm going to the bathroom, grandpa, take a rest."
Zhuang Yi waited for him to go out, and wiped his grandfather's mouth with a wet towel, "You sleep for a while, we won't leave. When you wake up, we will push you out for a walk."
Grandpa blinked in agreement, and pointed to the door: "Don't... call Ming... Mingming... cry!"
He struggled to speak every word, Zhuang Yi looked sad, and held his hand to promise: "Don't worry about Grandpa, I am the best at making him happy."
Grandpa hooked the corners of his mouth and forced a smile. His once handsome face was full of wrinkles, like a paper lantern crumpled by the wind.
Zhuang Yi covered him with the quilt, and tiptoed out the door. When Xun Yuming heard the movement, he hastily wiped the back of his finger under his eyes, and asked with a smile, "Grandpa is asleep?"
"Well, I'm asleep." Zhuang Yi went to sit beside him, leaning on the back of the bench and sighed, "... I'm sorry, Mingming."
If he hadn't been reckless just now and suddenly mentioned Xun Yuming's parents, grandpa wouldn't have gotten sick properly.
"What?" Xun Yuming asked with drooping shoulders, "Why are you apologizing?"
"I..." Zhuang Yi remembered that he had promised his grandfather not to say anything, and hurriedly changed the subject: "I am so sorry that I haven't been with you for so many years."
"You're not ashamed." Xun Yuming was afraid that he would blame himself, and deliberately joked with him, "You still want to control me after breaking up, hmph."
"I don't care who cares about you?" Zhuang Yi smiled, grabbed his shoulders, and let him lean into his arms, "You know, little ear. I couldn't fully understand you before. Intellectually, of course I I understand that it is right or reasonable for you to choose to break up with me. But emotionally... "
How could he not be wronged at all
It's just that Xun Yuming was more wronged and uncomfortable than him, so he could only comfort Xun Yuming first and keep his grievance in his heart.
"But seeing grandpa like this today, I really understand you and understand your original choice. If you are lying on the bed now, you have to be fed, and you can't control your saliva when you say a word, then you are so embarrassed , living without the least dignity of being a human being. I... "
He really didn't know if he could bear it, the sense of guilt of watching his dear ones suffer but being powerless would swallow people up like a black hole.
"Fortunately, you are not sick, otherwise..." Zhuang Yi sighed and said: "I know, you must think in your heart, these are not my responsibility, you can't blame me. But who told me to like you so much. We are together, you are me Responsibility."
Mutually, he is also responsible for Xun Yuming, isn't this the meaning of two people being together
Xun Yuming rubbed against his chest, and couldn't help sighing: "Oh, I must have done something good in my previous life."
I just met you in this life.
He was embarrassed to finish.
"Then you have to cherish me." Zhuang Yi pinched his red ears, "You know?"
Xun Yuming nodded vigorously, raised his face and looked at him: "How about... kiss me for you."
Zhuang Yi smiled, leaned over, and just as his lips touched his, the phone suddenly vibrated. He swiped the answer button and asked impatiently, "Who are you looking for?"
"It's me, teacher." Chen Linlin's anxious voice sounded, "Hurry up to the hospital!"
The author has something to say: Zhuang Yi: It is too difficult for me every day.
There is no update today. Last night, the update button on the Jinjiang web version was suddenly pulled. I couldn’t click it. I could only upload it to the mobile app for publication, so it was ten minutes later than usual, and I missed the midnight. Thank you for your understanding.