father - home

I don't know if my prayers helped or Shenck was really intimidated by me, but the next month or so was surprisingly peaceful.Either way, this is exactly what Zhao needs.

Zhao's body was slowly recovering, and the first few days were very difficult.

Every dressing change is like going through a torture.The first two times I gave Zhao morphine, and then Zhao suddenly understood that morphine was a strictly controlled drug, so he refused to use it any more.

"Listen to me, it doesn't matter, I have the final say here."

"It doesn't matter, can you explain the use of these morphines? It's so difficult to just say that it was used by a prisoner?"

"What's wrong, I've already taken all the medicines I need, and it doesn't matter if I take a few more morphines. What should come will always come."

"I was in a coma and I couldn't control it, but now that I'm awake, I can't let this happen again."

"What's going on? What's going to happen? Isn't this nothing happening?"

"Don't force me, Marty. Otherwise, I'll go back right away." Zhao said, throwing off the quilt and getting out of bed, and staggered to one side as soon as he stood up. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to grab something.

I rushed up, grabbed his hand, and hugged his body that was about to fall. "It's crazy! I promise you that's it." I carried Zhao back to the bed.

Zhao slowly opened his eyes, the pain in those eyes melted my heart.

"Why are you bothering?" I moaned, wiping the sweat from Zhao's forehead.

Zhao laughed. "I don't want to sleep all the time."

"What do you want to do if you don't sleep? You just want to sleep more now."

"I..." Zhao looked at me, hesitated to speak, a blush gradually appeared on his pale face.

Zhao understood that he had to rest more and supplement more nutrition, so that his body would get better sooner.But without the effect of morphine, he was always restless in sleep, often waking up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely.The same goes for eating, and it can be seen that he has no appetite.Despite this, Zhao always forced himself to eat more, and the result was frequent stomachaches, nausea, and even vomiting.

"Zhao, don't do this, eat less if you don't have an appetite. You had stomach bleeding when you were in a coma. The stomach needs to be nourished slowly. Eat less and more often. Don't force it. Your body also needs to recover slowly."

I try my best to choose food that is easy to digest, and I heat the milk to about 38°C every time. The nutrition of the food can be guaranteed, and the taste is not bad, but the variety is not rich.This is the shortcoming of our German diet, which is relatively monotonous.We usually don’t feel it, and we have been used to it for a long time, but for patients, they eat the same thing every four or five meals a day, so it’s no wonder they don’t get tired of it.I know that Zhao has no appetite, and besides the emotional factor, this is also a reason.

Zhao was eating less and less, and I was worried, so I asked him, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Zhao looked at me, pursed his lips tightly, and couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh, I'm serious. If you tell me, I'll ask the kitchen to do it. If it doesn't work, I'll call and ask Mrs. Reininger to prepare it and deliver it."

Zhao shook his head and said with a smile, "You are really a young master."

"What?" I didn't understand.

"The caregivers need to find someone to help."

"You, you're acting good when you get a cheap price." I shouted, raising my fist, as if to hit.

Zhao smiled and turned to the other side, as if dodging.

"If you weren't sick, I wouldn't spare you." I threatened him, shaking my fist.

"If it wasn't for my illness, you wouldn't be my opponent." Unexpectedly, Zhao didn't show any weakness, and fought back.

"Well, then I can't wait for you to recover, I will treat you now."

I flung my teeth and claws at him, Zhao raised his arm to parry, and I grabbed his wrist.

Zhao shouted "Help" while struggling.

We wrestle.It was just a joke at first, but for some reason, maybe it was a conditioned reflex, and my hands were getting harder and harder.

Suddenly, Zhao's laughter stopped, and his hands slumped down on the pillow, with a painful expression on his face.

I was shocked and let go quickly. "Zhao, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Akira didn't respond to my call.

I shook him gently and patted his cheek with my hand. "Zhao, wake up! Wake up!" I was in a hurry, and unknowingly increased the strength in my hand.

"Oh, you still hit me! It hurts to death!" Zhao grabbed my hand, widened his eyes, and screamed.

I was startled, as if my heart stopped beating.As usual, I must be very angry, but at this time, I only feel a little tired, but my mood is comfortable.

I let go of Zhao, sat slumped on the edge of the bed, panting secretly.

"Hi! What's the matter with you, Marty?"

"I am fine."

"Why do you look so ugly?"

"I was scared by you, but you still have the nerve to ask."

"Scared by me? Obviously you bullied me."

"Bullying you? How dare I?"

"Look, this is the evidence, you beat me."

Zhao brought his face closer.Sure enough, the red marks on my cheeks were due to my excessive force. I smiled embarrassedly, but refused to admit my mistake. "That's not you playing me, you deserve it!"

"Deserve it? Oh my god, why am I so miserable!" Seeing that Zhao was about to make a fuss again, I quickly got back to the topic. "Okay, stop it. Seriously, what do you want to eat?"

In fact, why don’t I want to play jokes with him, that is the happy time I haven’t seen for a long time, young and frivolous, youthful, but now is not the time, Zhao is still far from recovering, his coma just now is not necessarily a fake Come out, I know, he is not willing to make me feel guilty.

Zhao suppressed his smile, sank into it, paused for a while, and said softly, "Congee."

"what?"

"Porridge." Zhao said it again, and then introduced to me this kind of thing that is made by adding water to rice and simmering for several hours.

Millet porridge, rice porridge, pork liver porridge, large intestine porridge, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, champion and first porridge, boat porridge, fish porridge, roast duck porridge... Oh my God!I am amazed, what kind of place is China?What kind of people live there?

"There are so many varieties of porridge alone, so your diet is so rich and unimaginable. You are living in heaven." I couldn't help but click my tongue in admiration.

Zhao suddenly lost interest, and lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

"Zhao." I grabbed his hand and shook it hard. "Don't worry, I will definitely help you go back."

We didn't talk much about what is happening in that country, but I understand that it is the deepest pain in Zhao's heart. "Returning to the motherland" is the source of strength for Zhao to overcome all difficulties and hardships. It is his greatest and only wish.