Soren Cheng in the Silk Trap Chapter 10

At six o'clock in the morning, the nurse came to take the patient's temperature. Seeing that Soren Cheng was awake, she asked with an unhappy face, "Why haven't you poured a urine bag for the patient?"

He was still immersed in Maddox Qi's breast waves and his lingering fear had not subsided. He didn't understand the nurse's words and blinked stupidly.

"You slept so well." The nurse lifted a little of Ms. Cheng's quilt and said, "Hurry up and empty the urine bag."

He looked in the direction of the nurse's finger and saw a bag full of urine.

Ms. Cheng had a brain tumor, which was extremely dangerous before the operation. Because of her strong will to live, the doctor allowed her to go to the operating table. Unfortunately, the result was the same. After opening the skull and finding it inoperable, it was closed immediately.

After the operation, she was admitted to the ICU and never regained consciousness, but the rest of her body's organs, such as her kidneys, could still continue to function.

It stands to reason that you cannot leave a urinary catheter inserted for a long time after surgery, as it will cause infection, but Ms. Cheng's situation is no longer a normal patient. Inserting a urinary catheter can also reduce the burden of some family members to accompany her, so as not to change her diapers from time to time.

Soren Cheng stood up from the escort chair and said, "I'm sorry, I"

"Observe that there is almost 500 ml of urine in the urine bag and you can pour it out. How many days has your mother been hospitalized? Don't you even know this common sense?" The nurse was unhappy.

Soren Cheng really didn't know that he had never taken care of a patient in his previous life.

He started to operate clumsily, and the nurse was giving instructions. She sighed and asked him to turn his mother over more often.

"She should feel better in the last few days. People who lie down in the same position for a long time will develop bedsores. Although she can't feel it anymore, we feel sorry for her, right?" the nurse whispered.

Soren Cheng nodded and smiled at her.

The nurse asked "Are you going to be discharged from the hospital today?"

After spending so many days together, she and her colleagues paid close attention to this young boy. They felt both sympathy and regret, and lamented that life was not easy.

In fact, none of the patients and their families living in this ward have it easy. I just think that this child and his mother are dependent on each other. Now that the last relative is about to leave, the days to come are really getting more difficult.

The nurse would meet him whenever she was on duty. She always felt that something was different about this child today. She couldn't tell where it was, but her whole feeling had changed. For example, he was obviously doing the same thing, and he was doing it more stupidly than before, but his movements didn't feel as oppressive as before.

The nurse glanced at him in confusion, feeling that he was definitely not in a good mood. His handsome brows were always furrowed and the corners of his mouth were lowered, but when talking to people, he smiled before saying anything, and even pretended to be relaxed, as if to make the other person feel better. .

Moreover, in the past he had been sullen and ignored, but today he actually answered every question.

Soren Cheng scratched the tip of his nose and said, "It's not a discharge, it's a transfer."

"Where to go?" asked the nurse.

"Dr. Zhu said that there is a hospice hospital nearby. He helped me inquire about it. They said they could take my mother in and the cost would be lower than here."

The nurse nodded, "Of course. The hospice provides some palliative care. Your mother is in a deep coma. She doesn't even need painkillers, just rehydration."

Soren Cheng forced a smile again and rubbed his eyes because they felt uncomfortable.

The nurse thought he was going to cry, so she came closer and said, "If you should give up, give up. It's not a sin. Your mother will definitely understand, what do you think?"

Soren Cheng nodded, "Yeah."

"Be calm and come on." The nurse patted his shoulder.

He smiled and asked, "You just accept your fate, right?"

The nurse said solemnly, "Children, sometimes it's a blessing to know how to accept your fate. I've seen too many people who don't accept their fate. What's the result?"

The nurse was leaving and took away the thermometer on the table.

Ms. Cheng has been suffering from a low fever, which cannot be suppressed by any antibiotics. This is probably because her soul has left and her body begins to automatically burn to say goodbye.

Soren Cheng thought of something and asked the nurse, "Do you have any anti-inflammatory and analgesic ointment?"

The nurse asked, "Where do you have the inflammation?"

"Eyes." Soren Cheng said.

The light in the ward was dark, and the nurse only turned on the small lamp beside the patient's bedside when she came in. Seeing that Soren Cheng kept rubbing his eyes, she thought he was really uncomfortable, so she said, "I don't have any here. You wait until after eight o'clock when the pharmacy near the hospital opens." Go buy a piece of chlortetracycline eye ointment yourself. If you don't know how to apply it, go to the replacement nurse. I'll take over immediately. "

"Thank you." Soren Cheng said, covering his eyes.

After the nurse left, Soren Cheng lay down on the nursing bed again, silently thinking about the future work, such as handling defecation, washing hair, wiping and turning over.

No matter how long Ms. Cheng lives, whether it is a month or a day, he must ensure that she is clean and decent.

It was the twelfth lunar month in the middle of winter, and there was still some time before dawn. Soren Cheng continued to sleep until it got dark, and when he looked at his watch, it was already close to seven o'clock.

The other accompanying family members in the ward also woke up one after another, started washing their faces, brushing their teeth, and turning on the water, and he followed suit. Ms. Cheng does not need to eat and mainly relies on infusions for maintenance, so he only needs to take care of himself.

The clinical family member, who was also a young man under thirty, greeted him and said, "Xiao Cheng, wake up, you have worked hard."

Soren Cheng said, "It's not hard."

The clinical family member said, "I heard you wake up several times in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep. I'll just have to endure it."

Soren Cheng said, "I can't stand it any longer. I'm going to give up and leave today."

The clinical family members looked at him seriously and suddenly came closer and said, "You think we don't want to give up? Look, my grandfather is eighty-five years old and has been paralyzed in bed for many years. This time he had a cerebral infarction and was sent to the hospital again. He was not even conscious when he was rescued. In fact, we had already I want to give up, but no one dares to make this decision, and no one dares to say this."

"Xiao Cheng, I envy you and admire you, I really do." said the clinical family member, "I really hope someone can help us make up our minds."

Soren Cheng smiled.

The clinical family member said, "Xiao Cheng, you should smile more in the future, you will still look good when you smile."

Soren Cheng asked, "How handsome?"

The clinical family members said, "Tsk, I didn't think so before, but today I'm so handsome."

Soren Cheng laughed and said he was leaving. The handsome guy went to have breakfast.

It's just that he pretended to be good in front of others, but his true colors were revealed just a few steps out of the ward, and he groaned in pain.

The pain in the left chest was second best. When I woke up, the pain was much better than it was in the middle of the night. Although it was still dull, with occasional stabbing pains as it progressed slowly, it was not unbearable. The worst part is the muscles and joints all over the body

He felt as if his bones were being torn apart one by one and then rejoined one by one. Each bone seam was scratching against each other, indicating that he was not in tune with his neighbors.

His muscles were even more sore and swollen, especially his thighs and waist. The pain made him grin when he went down the stairs.

As for his hands and feet, they were the hardest hit. His clumsiness when handling the urine bag just now was related to the fact that his finger joints were injured and could not fully flex.

The fight with Master Qi yesterday was really a loss. If I had known it was like this, eh, if I had known it was like this, I would have fought.

Although he couldn't even take a step, he was optimistic and welcomed the first ray of sunshine in the world with a bright mood, and walked towards an alley opposite the hospital with a smile on his face.

There were fireworks in the alley, and breakfast stalls were open for business. He walked into the small soy milk shop, bought a table of breakfast, and ate a lot and quickly.

He hadn't eaten a drop of water or rice since last night, and he was really hungry. The warm soy milk poured into his empty stomach, and it felt like drinking fairy soup.

The proprietress of the small soy milk shop was guarding the cashier counter and looked at him with interest.

He smiled at others, and they smiled back and said, "I'm so happy to see you eating, as if the food my husband cooked is delicious."

He said, "It's delicious, and I haven't eaten in a long time."

If time here flows like in his last world, then it has been at least half a year since his death. He died in the summer, and it is now the middle of winter.

I haven’t touched food for half a year, that’s a really long time.

The landlady asked sympathetically, "I don't have money to eat. You are so thin and your face doesn't look good."

Soren Cheng shook his head with a smile and continued to eat the buns.

The proprietress then took it upon herself to give him a big meat bun and said, "Come here often. The prices in my store are the most reasonable. Even if you pay less, you can still be full."

Soren Cheng quickly thanked him, and when he grabbed the chopsticks again, he suddenly felt a little bit like he had in his previous life.

He went over and said to be shameless, and there were a lot of little girls behind him, and maybe some young men, but he couldn't feel it.

Good looks are only part of the factor. The main reason is good personality, being frank, peaceful and cheerful, being able to talk to everyone, being gentle and gentle, being fierce and fierce, being stubborn when you should be stubborn, and being soft when you should be soft.

Secondly, I love working. I rush to do it when there is work, and I will never hesitate to help if I can.

The only shortcoming is probably that he is a virgin, he can't stand jokes, and he will become angry if he says more than one word.

Of course, these comments were given to him by others behind his back, and he himself didn't know it. He only occasionally felt that he was pretty good.

So it's a pity to force him to do b. Shaking his B*tt is better than recruiting him as a son-in-law. Shaking his B*tt is only temporary, and strong labor can be used for decades.

Soren Cheng filled his stomach and saw that it would be some time before the doctor went to work, so he decided to take a walk around.

The world here is not much different from the world in his past. It may be a few years earlier. This is probably because this world was born out of a book and was written earlier.

Soren Cheng felt quite nostalgic, as if he were back in the streets he had to pass every day when he was in middle school and high school. Even the wind blowing on his cheeks was familiar.

When passing by the gate of an old community, he saw a barber shop opened early, and an elderly master was sweeping the floor inside.

Soren Cheng walked in and asked, "Do you want to shave your head?"

The old master stared at him in surprise, because almost no young people would walk into this barber shop.

"Shave it. Who will shave it?" the old master asked.

Soren Cheng sat down on the barber chair and said, "Me."

The master was really surprised and asked, "What kind of haircut do you want? I only know a few middle-aged and elderly people's hairstyles."

Soren Cheng said, "Whatever, as long as it's short."

The old master asked "how short"

"Keep it as short as possible."

The old master couldn't drive away the business that came to his door, so he had to cut one for him without hesitation.

Soren Cheng said it was too long, please make it shorter.

The master had no choice but to cut it shorter.

"It's still too long."

"It needs to be shorter. If it's any shorter, it's just an inch." The old master asked, "Young man, is there something on your mind? Are you quarreling with your partner?"

Soren Cheng had no choice but to stop there and stand up and look straight at the mirror.

Without those overly long hair, his beautiful and neat silhouette was completely exposed. The person in the mirror looked completely different from yesterday.

He rubbed the short stubble on the back of his head with great satisfaction. He felt that just as the family member in the next bed said, he was so handsome and everything was new. He wanted to start over.

He paid the bill and walked out refreshed. Just as he was about to strut around, he was bumped into.

The other party was a primary school student, and he was probably going to be late for class, so he ran around with his head buried in his chest and thrust his head straight into Soren Cheng's arms, hitting the left side of his chest.

That damn place is untouchable.

Soren Cheng almost fainted from the pain. He didn't even know when the naughty child ran away. When he came to his senses, he felt that his underwear was a little wet, and when he reached out and touched it, it started to bleed again.

It seemed that he had to seek medical treatment, so he walked helplessly to the hospital, thinking about how to tell the doctor in such an unspeakable way, what department should he be admitted to, surgery or not?

He couldn't make up his mind, so he had to ask the nurse at the service desk and said, "Excuse me, my friend is a little uncomfortable."

The nurse was very busy and asked impatiently, "What's wrong?"

Soren Cheng said "that breast"

"Breasts" the nurse asked.

"That tits"

The "breast department" nurse replied flatly.

Soren Cheng ran away, went to the drugstore to buy an eye ointment, ran into the public toilet cubicle, picked up his clothes, gritted his teeth, and applied it on himself without humiliation.

In order to ensure the effectiveness of the medicine, he simply bandaged it, and finally it was fine, not as painful as last night.

He wanted to go back to the ward to find a doctor to go through the transfer procedures, but he met someone in the crowded elevator hall of the inpatient building.

There’s no need to guess who this person is, they all know him anyway.

Soren Cheng watched from a distance and sneered, "Oh, you still don't accept it."