Chapter 31 Who will repair the injury (01)

Even though my mother called me a pig, I was also very happy because it was my mother who took the initiative to talk to me since that night.Fortunately, the structure of this alley is not complicated, and it took a short while to go back to the familiar street.

My mother's breathing was a little lighter, and it seemed that she was really afraid of the inexplicable darkness.

I walked very fast along the familiar street and soon walked to the clinic run by Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang saw us asking a few simple questions and asked me to carry my mother to a small clinic, and ordered me to wait outside the hall outside the clinic.

The waiting time was very painful, and life was like years. I kept praying for my mother in my heart. I don’t know how long it took, Aunt Wang walked out of the clinic and I immediately moved forward:

Aunt Wang, how is my mother doing?

Aunt Wang looked gentle and at the same time she was a little confused. She pulled me to the seat and sat down, saying:

Your mother was not infected with the K2 flu, it was a common influenza. This type of virus is not very toxic, but...

I was shocked when I heard this:

But what?

Aunt Wang's eyebrows slightly frowned:

However, your mother is very weak and has a serious shortage of nutrition and moisture intake recently. In addition, the cold virus has taken the opportunity to enter, so the situation is not very optimistic.

I ignored the previous words, and I was full of Aunt Wang’s last words: The situation is not optimistic.The fear spread throughout his body again, and he whimpered:

Aunt Wang... Please save your mother...

Aunt Wang put one arm on my shoulder and said:

Don't worry, your mother's situation is not even endangering her life, but Aunt Wang has a question in her mind.

What?

Has your mother experienced any blow recently?Ordinary flu like this will not affect the digestive system, so your mother’s serious nutritional intake should be caused by subjective consciousness.

Aunt Wang spoke slowly and every word was clear. I quickly understood what Aunt Wang said: The disease that my mother had was not serious, but because she didn’t eat or drink water, the condition worsened to the current situation.

What blow has you experienced?Of course, I took advantage of my mother's sleep and was obsessed with doing something that hurt her and saw evidence of her father's cheating in a few days.

None of these two things will make the always strong and proud mother like this. Perhaps it is fate that the two most important men in her mother's life have caused indelible harm to her in just a few days.

Thinking of this, I felt even more sad and guilty, holding my face and sobbing.

Aunt Wang stroked my back, and her tone was gentle:

Xiaoyu, what happened?Tell Aunt Wang that I can enlighten your mother too.

Of course it is impossible to say what I have done, but I think about Dad’s affairs:

My dad fell in love with another woman...

In this way... Aunt Wang thought about something and said:

Your mother looks cold and strong on the outside, but she has a strong emotional heart. This incident has really hit your mother a big blow.

I nodded in agreement, and Aunt Wang continued:

Don't worry, your mother will have nothing to do. She has been recuperating from me these two days. I have injected her with a bag of grape liquid. As long as she cooperates with the treatment, she will recover soon.

I felt relieved when I heard this, and I looked at the clinic:

Can I go see my mom?

Your mother is having an infusion and is already asleep. Don’t disturb her.

……

I walked lightly to the clinic and came to my mother's bedside. She lay peacefully on the hospital bed, her proud, confident and generous face was beautiful and pale at this moment, which was heartbreaking.

My mother slept very fragrantly and sweetly. She always relaxed her frown brilliance, her face was calm and natural, her breathing was slow, her tender and white left hand was hung by the bed, her back was covered with gauze, and a catheter was connected to the nutrient solution.

The subtle and crisp ticking sound in the nutrition bottle echoes the white silent tone, as if time has stopped.

A soft knock on the door sounded from behind. When I came outside the door, Aunt Wang signaled me to go to the hall. After arriving at the hall, Aunt Wang whispered:

Xiaoyu, you are here to accompany your mother tonight. She will have to inject another bottle of nutrient solution. Don’t forget to replace it. Xinxin is still at home, so I will go back first and come here tomorrow morning.

I nodded: OK, Aunt Wang, please go back first.

Aunt Wang patted me on the back, gave me a warm smile and left the clinic. I returned to the ward again, sat down on a small stool next to the bed, staring at the nutrient solution at all times.

It was not until the two bottles of nutrient solution were injected that I had the opportunity to look at my mother on the hospital bed.

Suddenly, a strand of hair floated on the corner of my mother's mouth, as if it was a little itchy. My mother moved her lips and muttered like a child twice. I reached out to lift her hair behind her ears. My mother seemed to feel something, and suddenly woke up. Her phoenix eyes were staring at me coldly. I felt guilty and hurriedly stood up to explain:

Mom, I'm looking at your hair, no, I mean...

go out!Before I finished speaking, my mother interrupted me coldly. I wanted to explain, but was shocked by my mother's seemingly cannibalistic gaze. I sighed and had to leave the ward.

I sat in the hall, feeling upset. It is certainly a blessing that my mother's illness has been cured, but my mother's majesty and hatred for me seem to be recovering as the illness is recovering. I feel more and more uneasy. Could it be that after my mother's illness is cured, I will be completely abandoned?

Because I didn't have time to put on a cotton coat when I went out, the empty hall was as cold as my mother's eyes. I stayed for a while and was so cold that I started to tremble. If I want to, go and ask my mother to stay in the air-conditioned ward. Just as I was hesitating, the door of the ward was pushed open, and my mother, wearing white pajamas, was still stretched out to the edge of the door frame, looking at me and said coldly:

Come in.

My mother's tone was cold, but she couldn't hide her warmth for her son. My heart was warm. My mother was so weak and was still thinking about me. She felt guilty arising. I held back my tears and ran over a few big strides.

I helped my mother and lie on the hospital bed, while I was sitting on the low chair beside the bed. My mother picked up a pillow and handed it to me, saying with a warning tone:

When I was sleepy, I lay down beside the bed and went to bed honestly.

Oh, I took the pillow and responded, quietly observing my mother. My mother stared at the ceiling with black eyes and was in a daze. She knew that she must be extremely entangled in her heart now. Her son had done such a thing that hurt her, but she had no way to do this. I felt more and more guilty and gently shouted something to explain.