The entertainment industry is sober

It always seems to be like this in hospitals.

Anxious, irritable, numb, cold, people in a hurry everywhere.

Some people wear white coats, with more or less pens pinned in their breast pockets;

Someone was wearing a hand-washing suit and a disposable hat. He probably just came out of the operating room. He didn’t care to take off the mask while it was hanging on his ears. He looked tired and wanted to find a place to sit against the wall;

Someone hugged the bag tightly and ran to the payment window numbly, fearing that it would be late and hope less;
There are patients who are at a loss, afraid, and vaguely expecting, being helped, pushed, or sitting in a wheelchair, or lying on a hospital bed...

Despair and hope coexist, indifference and warmth coexist.

Ruthless or sentient, this has nothing to do with these buildings.

It is always people who set the tone.

It was already evening when Ni Bingyan and Sang Yuan arrived at the hospital.

There are many people waiting for the elevator on the first floor of the inpatient department.

Most of the family members of the patients are used to it and seem very calm.

The takeaway guy was carrying the takeaway, and from time to time anxiously glanced at the elevator floor and then at the mobile phone, which made people feel extremely irritable.

In summer, both Ni Bingyan and Sang Yuan wore masks and mixed in the crowd.

In other places, people would always look more at handsome men and beautiful women, but here, no one has that leisurely mind.

Pretty or not, handsome or not, it will always come after health.

"Ding! The fifth floor is here!"

The elevator stopped, and the two got out of the elevator, followed closely by two bodyguards.

This fan is in the first ward of the medical oncology department, bed No. [-].

The two found the ward and politely knocked on the door.

"Who... are you looking for?"

The woman who opened the door had a round face. She looked pale and haggard, but she exuded tenderness from her bones.

Seeing three strong men accompanying a woman at the door, I was shocked!
Ni Bingyan quickly took off the mask: "Excuse me, is Kong Xuyan here?"

The woman stared at her blankly, and after a while, her eyes lit up, she opened the door incoherently, and let her into the room:
"Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes! This is here! Please come in! Please! Please come in..."

After the excitement, the eyes soon filled with tears.

I didn't care about looking for paper, so I wiped my face with my palm.

She didn't expect that Ni Bingyan would really come.

The child has always been confused these two days, but no matter how uncomfortable he is, as long as he wakes up, he will go online to see Ni Bingyan, and after reading it, he says that he feels that he has strength again and can persevere a little longer.

When he was still healthy, he always talked about it, if only he could see his idol, but now that he is sick, he never mentioned this word again.

But there are some things that mom will always remember for you.

Kong's mother discussed with her husband in private, whether to try it, see if it is possible to invite Ni Bingyan, let the child see it with his own eyes, so as not to leave with regrets.

Father Kong thought for a long time and agreed.

After that, the two of them kept trying like harassers, sending private messages to her Weibo, handwritten letters to her company, and emails to Sister Wei's work mailbox...

Being a parent, even if the hope is slim, will try.

It's like knowing that the child has bone cancer with a very low cure rate, but still going bankrupt to treat him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I caused you to make this trip, I caused you trouble, I'm really sorry..."

Mama Kong kept apologizing.

For his own selfishness, he caused trouble to others.

Ashamed, but not sorry.

"You don't have to be so polite, you're a wonderful mother, really!"

Hearing what she said, the woman burst into tears.

There are still many good people in this world.

There is warmth everywhere in the world, but no matter how nostalgic the child is, he can't stay...

This is the way of the world!

"Who's here?"

After entering the door, there are three hospital beds.

The bed by the door was empty, probably just discharged from the hospital, the bed sheet and quilt cover hadn’t been changed, there was trash on the table that hadn’t been confiscated, and neither the patient nor his family members were there by the wall.

On the bed in the middle lay a thin man with a sallow complexion, who was sleeping deeply at the moment.

A gray-haired man was bending over to tuck the quilt for him. When he heard the movement, he asked softly, "Who's here?", then stood up and looked out.

Sang Yuan followed Ni Bingyan into the door, saw a lot of things on the bedside table, put the fruit basket on the ground, and shook hands with him: "Good afternoon, Teacher Kong."

On the way here, Ni Bingyan read the letter forwarded by Sister Wei, and knew that Kong Xuyan, who was sick, was 18 years old and was their only child.

His father is a high school chemistry teacher, and his mother runs an inclusive kindergarten.

In this family of three, the father is strict, the mother is gentle, the children are well-behaved and sensible, and the economy is good. They were originally very happy, but a disease ruined everything.

These days, children are precious in every family, and children are the center of the family. Without children, the whole home feels empty.

In a situation like Kong Xuyan's, the couple's life is hard, and they know it.

When the child is young, if he is about to fall, his parents can hug him in time.

Parents are extra proud whenever a child survives a catastrophe.

Now that the child is about to leave this world, the parents realize that their arms are not as strong as imagined.

At this time, nothing can be done.

"Last fall, one day after physical education class, the child came to me in the office and told me that his calf hurts. I thought it was just a bump. Later, he saw that his leg began to swell and found something was wrong. He went to the hospital for examination and found out that it was malignant. Bone tumor."

After a few words of pleasantries, the child's father moved two chairs silently, asked them to sit down, and sat in a corner of the hospital bed cautiously, talking about the whole story of the child's illness.

Seeing that the child hadn't woken up, Ni Bingyan refused to wake him up, so he chatted with the Kong couple in a low voice.

Ni Bingyan found that the word "cancer" was always avoided in their words.

"This disease is progressing rapidly and is still very fierce. You have tried your best!"

It is said that men don't flick their tears lightly, but before they reach the point of sadness, Father Kong burst into tears without knowing it.

Last year, he was a high-spirited middle-aged man, at the peak of his career, full of hope for the future, and he was full of plans for which university his son should go to.

Now I just want to keep the child alive, even if I take medicine all the year round, the requirement is as low as dust, it still cannot be satisfied.

Probably every dad is like this, they can be strong or they can be very fragile.

It's only been a while, and he's already getting old.

Just by looking at his back, others might think that he is old enough to take care of his grandson.

It's a pity that he might never be a grandfather in his life.

After sitting for a long time, the impact on the soul was not so great, and Ni Bingyan felt a little more at ease, and began to tell them some interesting things about his filming.

While talking in a low voice, the patient by the window sat in a wheelchair and was pushed back by his family members.

It was a girl with baby fat on her face, she was probably still in junior high school, and she was still crying and crying in the wheelchair, but when she looked up and saw Ni Bingyan and Sang Yuan, she smiled brightly like a spring flower .

"mom, Mom, Mom!"

She patted the armrest of the wheelchair and yelled "Mom" three times in a row. The girl wanted to support the wheelchair and stand up. Her mother was so scared that she quickly hugged her!
"Ouch! Why are you such a tiger? Can you stand?"

Today I installed a garbage processor. When preparing dishes, it is more convenient to dispose of peels and leaves. When washing dishes, there is no need to hook up the sink when there are rice grains. I think it is very convenient and useful. Then I said to teach my mother how to use it. , She directly said, "What's the use of this? Spending money randomly every day. This phone and that phone are so rich! There's so much money!" Then she scolded me for a long time, and I was so angry that I jumped.I didn't quarrel with her, I just said, more than 20 years ago, someone bought a TV washing machine, and my grandma scolded me like this, "This machine, that machine, I can't finish it, I'm so rich, I don't bother to wash clothes , I'm so lazy, I still watch TV, watch TV well? I haven't watched TV in my life, and I still live! It costs electricity and money, and there is a bag in my head!" Then my mother couldn't help laughing .I told her that every generation has its own consumption concept and values. You have your lifestyle and I have mine. Don’t ask me to use your standards, and I won’t force you to follow mine. way of life.She approves.There are machines for sweeping and mopping the floor, for washing dishes and laundry, and there are ways to deal with garbage that is difficult to dispose of. I feel that the quality of life has really improved a lot.Now I especially want the kind of intelligent robot that can pick and chop vegetables by itself and stir-fry vegetables. If there is such a thing, life will be beautiful!