father - home

The body under the quilt moved, the knees arched a little, and then lowered.Zhao frowned slightly, barely opening his eyes.It can be seen that he is gritting his teeth and enduring it... The anesthetic gradually wears off, leaving only pain and unbearable pain.

"Hi!" I gently touched Zhao's forehead, trying to smooth his slightly frowning brows, "It's hard? It hurts? Persevere, it will be fine after today."

"Where am I?"

"Joe's Hospital, Munich."

"What did you do?"

"Yes."

Eyes closed again, Zhao fell asleep again.

The wound hurts, the body is unwell, and the environment is noisy, Zhao sleeps very restlessly.

Zhao woke up again.

With fingers brushing the trembling eyelashes, the eyes opened.There is no rainbow because it is not under the sun; it is no longer shiny because there is too much light around; it is no longer crystal clear, only dry, painful, and tired.Even so, it is still pure, gentle and focused.

"How many times?" A weak voice came from pale, dry lips.

"What?" I held Zhao's hand, stroked his cheek, and asked with a smile.

"How many times is this the first time you saved me?" At the corner of the mouth, the skin of the lips stuck together and it was not easy to separate.

I moistened his lips with a cotton swab dipped in water. "As many times as needed."

"Are you not tired, bored, when you want to let go?"

"I won't let go, never!" I shook my head and looked at him. "Look, I did it again."

"You are really stubborn."

"Did you know that?"

"Ah."

A light cough.The coughing sound was very small, probably just a throat discomfort, but every time he coughed, Zhao Bian would frown.

"Does it hurt?" I whispered into his ear.

"Throat is a little hairy." Zhao just understates.I knew, however, that the actual situation was far more serious.Zhao's throat would be very sore, dry and uncomfortable due to gastric tube irritation.

"Come on, drink saliva and rinse your mouth. Just rinse your mouth and don't swallow it. For these three days, you can't drink water or eat, you know?"

I held up Zhao's head, let him drink some water through the straw, and then spit it out.Just this movement of vomiting touched the wound, Zhao frowned in pain, gritted his teeth and cracked his mouth.

After lying down, he was still panting with his mouth open, and thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Go to sleep for a while. You need to rest more and don't talk. Talking is exhausting."

Under the quilt, I held Zhao's hand, looked at his pale, haggard, and weak face, and thought that he was enduring the torment of illness. I only felt heartbroken, and I could only wait and persevere with him.Tomorrow will be better, every day will be better.

Zhao fell asleep.I sat on the chair for a while, my head became more dizzy, and I really wanted to sleep, but there were people coming and going in the corridor.I covered Zhao's hospital bed with a screen, then went to the balcony and smoked a cigarette to refresh myself.

When they came back, the screen was removed, and there was a nurse standing beside Zhao's bed, talking to Zhao.

Zhao finally fell asleep!My anger came up immediately, and I walked over quickly, only to hear the nurse ask: "What's your name?"

"..."

It wasn't that Zhao didn't answer, but his voice was too soft for me to hear.

"What?" The nurse didn't hear clearly, or didn't understand.She shook her head, then her eyes flashed, thinking of something.What she did next took me by surprise.

"By the way, they said you have a number here." The nurse lifted Zhao's quilt and turned Zhao's wrist over. "Really! So you are 79475."

She recorded the number on the medical record folder in her hand, and said easily: "That's all. I heard that for prisoners, the number is more effective than the name."

I was angry and rushed forward, trying to snatch the medical records from the nurse.Halfway up the hand, I suddenly caught a glimpse of those eyes on the bed, those gentle, comforting eyes.My hand was clenched into a fist in the air, and I slowly lowered it. I took a breath, controlled my emotions, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"Ah! Here you are, sir. I have to finish my medical records, and I have some questions..."

The nurse immediately greeted me with a smile on her face, but I interrupted her coldly. "If you have any questions, you can ask me."

"Yes, sir, but you were not here just now..."

"Okay, what's the problem?"

"Okay, sir." The nurse was a little embarrassed when I interrupted her twice.She immediately lowered her head, trying to hide her nervousness, glanced at the medical record in her hand, and asked, "Gender?" As soon as the word came out, she laughed involuntarily. Is there a need to ask?

"male."

Hearing my answer, she must have felt more happy, and couldn't help but look up at me, but she didn't expect to meet my serious expression without a smile.The nurse stuck out her tongue quietly, then lowered her head again.

"Country of Citizenship?"

"China."

"date of birth?"

"The first day of April 1918 in the Chinese lunar calendar."

"Chinese lunar calendar?" The nurse still lowered her head and repeated in confusion.

"It's just..." I was about to explain to her, but my words stopped again.Does it make sense?Do they really care about this?Still don't bother.So, I waved my hand and said, "Then it's April 1918, 4."

"family address?"

Now, I'm in a bit of trouble.What about the Dachau concentration camp?I really don't want to, and the behavior of the nurse just now has deeply hurt me.After thinking about it, I finally said the address of Caesar Manor.

The nurse didn't urge her, but just waited until I gave the address. She finally looked up at me, then at Zhao on the hospital bed, and said suspiciously, "Are you sure about this, sir?"

"You're doing this for a follow-up visit, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"That's the address."

"Okay then." The nurse registered the address.

I said my home phone number again.

"The patient's height?"

"180 cm."

"weight?"

"61KG"

"It's so slim! And the blood type?" The nurse muttered, flipping through the operation records at the back.The blood type is recorded on it.

"Type B." I hoped that she would finish the question quickly and leave, so I replied impatiently.

"How do you know everything?" The nurse stopped looking through and wrote down the blood type.He suddenly raised his head, stared at me curiously, and exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent: "I see, you are the SS who gave him blood transfusion. I said, sir, you are really kind to the prisoner. Don't you have discipline? , can’t you let the prisoner die? But you are like this, it is said that you almost died. Are you a bit too nice to the prisoner? Also, and, this address... Is he really your prisoner? Or ..." The nurse looked back at Zhao and then at me again, the sly and understanding look in her eyes irritated me.

I don't know what else she will say, I am worried that what she is about to say will make Zhao sound disturbed.So I interrupted her sternly: "That's enough, if you have any questions, just ask. Otherwise, I think you know that you should not affect the patient's rest."

Talking to this nurse, from the beginning to the end, I never laughed.And now, my tone and expression are extremely cold.

The nurse obviously didn't expect this to happen, and after a moment of stuttering, she stammered an apology, her face changing a bit. "I'm sorry...sir...should...not be there anymore."

"Then you can go." I issued the eviction order without mercy.

The nurse turned and left holding the medical records.It could be seen that she wished to disappear from my side immediately, but immediately, she stopped again, summoned up her courage and said, "But... sir... I still need to flush the gastric tube, and... record the body temperature, blood pressure, pulse... "The voice became smaller and smaller, and the last two words were almost inaudible.The nurse looked at me timidly.I shook my head, signaling her to hurry up.

The nurse stopped talking, put the thermometer into Zhao's mouth, and measured blood pressure and pulse. The operation was quite skillful and the movements were gentle.

The nurse took a syringe, drew 20ML normal saline, and flushed the gastric tube.For some reason, I feel like she's pumping water a little too quickly.Looking at Zhao again, his brows frowned inadvertently, he was enduring undue pain.Realizing that I was paying attention to him, Akira immediately eased his expression and even smiled.

"The movement should be gentle. I think you should know the essentials of the operation." I tried my best to restrain myself, but I still surprised the nurse.She froze there, her face flushed, her hand holding the stomach tube and syringe trembling, she was at a loss.

"Please continue, you've done a good job." The tone was gentle and the expression was serene.

The nurse glanced at Zhao and said in a low voice. "sorry sir."

"It's okay." Zhao's gentle smile was reassuring.

The nurse nodded, carefully took out the flushing fluid that had just been injected, reconnected the negative pressure bottle, tidied up the gastric tube, packed up her things, lowered her head, and left.Before leaving, she did not forget to say to Zhao: "Thank you, sir."

Zhao Ze replied with a smile, "Thank you too!"