It’s Colder Today

Hearing Shi Yun's words, Zhuo's mother smiled. It was just because of her son's illness. She had been worried about her son's illness for so many years. Her hair had turned a lot white, and she didn't look like a fifty-year-old person at all.

Perhaps it was because so much suffering was weighing on their family that Shi Yun felt bitter when she saw her smile.

Zhuo’s mother: “It’s just a few mouthfuls of rice.”

Shi Yun and Zhuo's mother were chatting, and Zhuo Hui just lay on the bed without saying a word. Zhuo's mother knew that Shi Yun was going to bed this semester and asked her to come over and talk to Zhuo Hui if she had time.

The person lying on the hospital bed then said: "Mom, didn't you just say you were going to the supermarket to buy something? Shi Yun happens to be here now, you go and buy it."

After watching Zhuo's mother leave, Shi Yun looked back at him. Zhuo Hui slowly raised his thin and withered hand, pointing his fingertips in one direction, which was under his pillow.

Shi Yun put the hand in his hand on the bedside table and put his hand in. It was a mobile phone. He told Shiyun the password to her phone and asked her to open the photo album. There was a photo in it, probably taken several years ago.

The person in the photo still has some flesh on his cheeks and looks in better spirits than now.

Zhuohui: "Can you do me a favor?"

Shi Yun vaguely guessed its purpose.

"Please help me persuade my mother. I really don't want to drag it on like this anymore." His hand holding the needle suddenly grasped Shi Yun's sleeve tightly. Tears fell from the corners of his reddish eyes and fell into the knitted wool. In the hat, "I also want to live well, and I don't want to die either."

He knows that life is precious, and he also knows that there is a saying called "it is better to die than to live", but when a person has no way to enjoy life, when he is lingering and has to undergo painful chemotherapy every three weeks, this kind of What's the point of living now?

He felt like his body was like a plant that couldn't survive.

He really wanted to live.

He also wanted to ask God to save him, but seeing his parents working and worrying about him, he always felt that he was making a mistake every morning when he woke up.

As a medical student, Shi Yun certainly knew about Zhuo Hui's condition. He just kept burning money to survive.

But she couldn't persuade his mother to give up treatment. Although she knew that his desire to survive would only make him more miserable, she had no choice.

Before Zhuo's mother came back, a nurse was taking care of the picc tube. She rolled up her sleeves to reveal her arms, which seemed to have only bones.

When Shi Yun removed the tape from his wrinkled and dry skin, he heard his groan of pain, and was unable to even express the pain.

It wasn't until the nurse lifted up his shirt to reveal the gastric tube on his body that Shiyun walked outside and waited.

She was leaning against the wall of the hospital, looking at the white ceiling. After standing for a while, a hand touched her shoulder. It was Zhuo's mother who had returned from shopping.

She saw the nurse beside the bed and was a little choked with sobs, but comforted Shi Yun: "I couldn't see these scenes before, but now I still feel pain after watching them."

Shi Yun put his hand on Zhuo's mother's hand caressing her shoulder. Looking at her gray hair, I always felt that any comfort was feeble.

"I don't dare to give up. I'm afraid that if we give up one day, a special medicine will appear soon. If Xiaohui persists, we can wait."

Shi Yun knew Zhuo Hui's physical condition and the fragility of life. Of course, he also knew how slim and unrealistic the possibility of the special medicine Zhuo's mother said would appear.

Shi Yun often went to the third floor to visit Zhuo Hui. He was still like that. Sometimes he was in good condition and could chat with her for a long time. Sometimes he was lying on the bed like a doll, but most of the time he was still in pain and just like a doll. Fragile patients who have been suffering from illnesses for many years.

She bought flowers as usual, and when she went to the ward that day, Zhuo's mother was wiping his hair.

He was not wearing a hat and was sitting weakly on the bed. When he saw Shi Yun coming in with flowers, he smiled at her and said, "Are you here?"

Shi Yun stood there, not knowing whether he should walk over. After all, some people would not want others to see them like this.

But Zhuo Hui was very optimistic. He touched his head with the hand holding the indwelling needle: "It seems like I haven't experienced the feeling of using shampoo for a long time."

Zhuo's mother put the towel back into the basin and told Shi Yun not to be polite. She picked up the basin and walked to the toilet: "I'll pour the water. You can sit by yourself for a while."

Shi Yun took away some withered flowers from the vase on the bedside table and replaced them with the flowers he just bought today: "I look in good spirits today."

Zhuo Hui lowered his head, as if he was doing some delicate handiwork, and carefully pulled the little fur ball on his woolen hat: "Yes."

Zhuo's mother came out of the bathroom, put a towel on the board at the end of the bed, and put the plastic basin on the bottom of the bed. She wiped her wet hands with her clothes in a somewhat shabby way: "There are grapefruits, they were sent by others. Junyun, sit down for a while, and Auntie will peel it for you."

"No, Auntie." Shi Yun quickly refused, "I really don't want to eat."

She has worked hard to take care of Zhuo Hui for so long, and Shi Yun is really embarrassed to let her continue to be busy every time she comes because of politeness.

Seeing that Shi Yun was not being polite, she sat at the end of the bed and rested for a while.

Zuo is just chatting.

Some parents are short-lived.