Liao Nanxing suddenly felt speechless, and the person in the next bed, who was enjoying the show, kept talking about how he had been tiptoeing, which made him even more embarrassed.

"I...I just went to ask the caregiver." He walked over in a deep voice, put the bedpan under the bed, and said, "I'm clumsy, it's better to have a caregiver take care of my mother than to take care of her myself."

Xu Xiuzhen, who couldn't speak clearly, remained silent.

After hearing what he said, the nurse who was changing the dressing finally shut up.

The woman in the next bed was the only one who kept talking nonstop.

They said things like, "What's the use of raising a son? He won't even take care of you when you're sick."

He ignored her, moved closer to the old lady, and whispered, "Mom, what would you like to eat? I'll go buy it for you."

The nurse who had just changed the dressing overheard this and then instructed the old lady that she had suffered a stroke and should not eat greasy or hard-to-digest foods, saying that it would be best for her to drink some light porridge.

Liao Nanxing used the excuse of buying porridge to leave the ward.

First, I asked about the price of hospital caregivers, and then gritted my teeth and found the cheapest one.

He asked whether the price difference was due to whether it was 1-on-1 or 1-on-N.

Simply put, an expensive caregiver is someone who dedicates their entire caregiving time to one patient.

The cheaper option involves caring for multiple patients.

Such caregivers cannot stay by the bedside all the time. However, they will still pay attention to changing IV drips and dressings, emptying bedpans, feeding the child, and performing simple personal hygiene tasks.

Even a 1-to-N caregiver job costs 420 yuan a day, which is already a huge burden for him, who has no income.

He returned to the old lady's bedside with the caregiver, and after the old lady recognized him, he gave her instructions on what needed to be done, and then left under some pretext.

As soon as he left the ward, he went straight to the parking lot.

The first thing to do is go home and change your clothes.

If possible, I'll get a good night's sleep tonight.

As for the old lady, since she has caregivers, he doesn't need to stay by her bedside all the time.

...

After Liao Nanxing left the ward, Xu Xiuzhen's eyes were filled with disappointment.

"Grandma, is that your son or your son-in-law?"

Xu Xiuzhen snapped out of her daze and turned to look at the source of the sound.

The woman talking while eating corn was the daughter of the woman in the next bed.

“Da is my son,” Xu Xiuzhen said.

His speech was still unclear, and I could only make out the gist of what he was saying.

As for the meaning behind those words, it's almost entirely up to guess.

"Oh my, it really is a son?" the woman exclaimed. "Tsk tsk tsk, what's the use of raising a son? When you need someone to serve you, you can only rely on a daughter!"

Look at the way he emptied your pee just now, so disgusted! Like it was so dirty! Doesn't he remember how you didn't mind when he was a child?

Xu Xiuzhen let out a long sigh, not intending to respond.

Although she couldn't speak, her eyes weren't blind, and her heart wasn't either.

She didn't need to remind herself.

Just then, her stomach rumbled, and she turned to look in the direction of the ward door.

The caregiver said she was going to buy her some porridge, but she's been gone for a long time and hasn't come back yet.

She hasn't eaten dinner yet, and she's been starving all day. She feels like she's about to faint from hunger.

She suddenly remembered Zhou Chunhua.

Before Zhou Chunhua discovered Su Mu's existence, every time Su Mu was hospitalized, Zhou Chunhua never let her go hungry, except when the doctor forbade her to eat.

Unlike now, the caregiver said she was going to the cafeteria to buy her some porridge, but she never came back.

After waiting for about forty minutes, the caregiver finally came in with a bowl of porridge.

He sat down in the chair, didn't even wash his hands, opened the bowl of porridge, scooped some porridge with a spoon, and brought it to her lips.

Xu Xiuzhen was always quite particular about food.

Especially in a place like a hospital, seeing all this made her feel even worse.

He turned his head away, refusing, "You...you're leaving!"

What she meant to say was: Go wash your hands!

As a result, the words that came out of his mouth were completely distorted.

"What did you say?" The caregiver said she didn't understand.

Xu Xiuzhen repeated it again.

"What do you mean 'what do you mean'? Hurry up and eat! After I feed you, I have other patients to take care of!" With that, the caregiver shoved the spoon into her mouth.

Xu Xiuzhen felt nauseous looking at the caregiver's dark, yellowish hands.

The tongue pushes the porridge out of the mouth.

The congee flowed down the corners of her mouth and down her neck.

"Oh dear! What's wrong with you, you old lady!" The caregiver grabbed a tissue and roughly wiped her face.

I don't know if the caregiver did it on purpose, but the force they used really hurt her.

Unfortunately, no matter how long she spoke, the caregiver couldn't understand her at all.

Anyway, she says what she wants and does what she wants.

The caregiver tossed aside a tissue, wiped her nose with her hand, and then continued to feed her porridge with a spoon.

She already found it hard to accept the caregiver's dirty-looking hands, and now that the caregiver had wiped her nose with her hands, it was even harder for her to accept.

She turned her head to avoid the disposable spoon in the caregiver's hand.

It made a whimpering sound to protest.

"Hey! You little old lady, why are you so disobedient?" The caregiver was clearly unhappy.

After trying to get the porridge into her mouth several more times without success, the caregiver put the porridge on the table and left the chair.

“It’s your own fault for not eating! It’s not that I didn’t want to feed you! Really! Well then, I’ll get back to work! People are waiting for me.” After saying that, the caregiver glanced at the IV bottle and urine bag and left.

Xu Xiuzhen turned her head to look at the bowl of cold porridge on the bedside table, and then looked at the woman in the next bed who was feeding her mother. She felt a deep sense of desolation.

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