father - home

I called for hot water and put it on the bedside table.

Seeing me preparing the razor and soapy water, Zhao touched his face and looked at me questioningly, "Are you okay?" Then he replied, "But today is the holiday, so I should shave clean."

Both the National Defense Army and the SS Army paid great attention to military appearance and discipline. As long as conditions allowed, soldiers always shaved their faces clean, and Zhao must have gotten used to it.In fact, I shave him every two days.

Just when I was about to soap his face, Zhao suddenly tilted his head and shouted, "Wait!"

"Why? You don't want to come by yourself." I feel so happy.If you hadn't entertained me just now, I wouldn't have exposed you.

"No...it's not..." Zhao's answer was a little uneasy, and his eyes dimmed.I immediately regretted it.

I really want to apologize to him, but where to start? "Zhao..."

Zhao raised his head again, his eyes clear again. "I mean, these are not the jobs of doctors. Isn't there anyone else here?"

Zhao touched his chin.My heart was trembling, where Zhao's finger touched, I had once cut it and bled.Of course, it has grown completely now, and there is nothing wrong with it that can be seen or felt.

"So it's like this, you are counting on someone to take care of you." I teased him with a smile.

"You know, that's not what I meant." It seemed that Zhao was really in a hurry.

"I understand, I understand." I hurriedly comforted him. "Zhao, look, this is not a hospital, it's my laboratory, and there are no nurses here. I don't feel at ease handing you over to others, even if it's Ernst."

"Then it's always been you..." The situation was already clear, and my confirmation was no longer needed, and Zhao's eyes became complicated.

From the beginning to the end, I was the one who took care of him and guarded him. What does that mean?Does Zhao understand?Does he accept it?I felt uneasy, and Akira also looked uneasy.

"It turns out that I really don't know how to do these things, but now, I'm very proficient. If you don't believe me, just watch it. After a while, if you think I have done something wrong, you can file a complaint." I said a lot of inexplicable things If so, sue?To whom?

Zhao didn't say anything, just looked at me blankly.

I became more flustered and got soapy water into Zhao's eyes, so I washed and wiped again, and finally, Zhao's left eye was red and swollen by me.I kept saying, "I'm sorry!" Zhao just shook his head without saying a word.

Later, I actually cut a bloody gash on Zhao's neck.This time, I panicked even more, the hand holding the razor trembled until Zhao grabbed it.

Zhao probably had a fever again, and his palms were very hot, but they gave me warmth.My hands are no longer trembling, nor are they cold.

Language seems redundant.As long as we look at each other, we can understand what the other person is going to do.

After I shaved Zhao's face, I washed his hair again, and after wiping him, I put on his shirt and put on the bottle.Then I had breakfast with him: milk, eggs and bread.

I put away the tableware, thinking whether to take out the Christmas presents given to Zhao by fellow inmates now.Suddenly, the bed frame creaked.Zhaozheng was shaking, trying to lift the quilt and get up.

I rushed over and grabbed him. "What are you going to do? Zhao, you must not get out of bed now."

I saw a look of embarrassment on Zhao's face. "I think……"

I see. "Lie down, I'll bring you the potty."

Zhao is still struggling, albeit in vain. "No! No way! I think..."

"Zhao, believe me, you can do it, when you are in a coma, you are like this every day."

"But I'm not in a coma now!" Zhao shouted, his face was flushed, and he was already sweating profusely.

I wanted to laugh again, so I held back anyway.

"Zhao, you lie down first, be obedient, you can't get up, you can't stand at all, you can't even sit."

This is a fact, Zhao's upper body weight is all on my hands now, he understands that if he leaves my support, he will fall down, so he has no choice but to give up.

I added another pillow behind his back so he was half leaning against it.Under the quilt, I supported his buttocks with one hand and stuffed the bedpan in with the other.

Zhao kept his eyes tightly closed, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his face and neck, as long as it was not covered by his shirt, he could see a blush.

Zhao is so shy, I really don't know how he survived those days.

"Zhao, relax. You are a patient now, I am your doctor, it doesn't matter."

I took a bandage and covered Zhao's eyes.

Zhao didn't object, and didn't even move his head.

"In this way, if you pretend to be fainted, it will be fine."

Zhao nodded, and grinned reluctantly.

That's what worries me the most, and it's really embarrassing.Now I would rather Zhao was still in a coma, that would be easy, but he woke up.

"Zhao, don't use too much force, just let nature take its course. If you use too much force, the wound will burst open again, and it will be troublesome. Don't worry, if there is any problem, I will help you."

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"Zhao, don't worry, it's not over yet. You know, the wound should be kept clean and dry. You have to wash it thoroughly every time, and then apply the medicine again, otherwise, the wound won't heal."

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"Come on, Zhao, I'm going to turn the quilt up, it's going to be a little cold."

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"Let me help you bend your legs, open them, and relax them. Yes, that's it. Can you keep it?"

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"Zhao, I'm going to start now, don't be nervous."

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"Zhao, you relax, try to relax. Yes, I know it hurts, but you still have to relax, otherwise it will hurt even more."

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"Persist a little longer, Zhao, it will be fine...it will be fine."

I also breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off my forehead with my sleeve, which was much harder than before.

I put the surgical instruments aside, put Zhao's legs down first, and covered him with a quilt, otherwise he would catch a cold.Just now Zhao's thighs and buttocks kept shaking, and I almost stopped.I didn't expect it to be so painful, next time I give Zhao an injection of morphine, maybe it will be better.Now, Zhao's whole body, including his legs and buttocks, was drenched with sweat. The work just now was for nothing, and he had to do it all over again, washing himself, changing his clothes, and changing his sheets.I don't care, I'm worried that Zhao will be tired, after all he just woke up.

Sure enough, Zhao was exhausted, his face was pale, and the bandages covering his eyes were soaked with sweat and tears.

He forced a weary smile as I removed the bandages. "Thank you……"

I stopped him by putting my finger in the middle of his lips. "Don't talk, let me do everything, you have a good rest."

Zhao obediently closed his eyes.I don't know if it's because I'm too weak; or because I still can't let go, and can't face me; or because I'm afraid that my eyes will reveal the pain in my heart, Zhao never opened them.I knew he wasn't asleep, and I didn't call him.Even if you can't sleep, it's good to rest your mind.Later, when I finished my work, Zhao was as clean as a newborn baby again.He actually fell asleep.