"I don't know where to find a clinic here. You have too many bedsores on your body. I'm afraid you won't be able to get any help without applying some medicine. I have to go out and look for one as soon as possible," Ah Chou looked at the bedsores on his back, his brows furrowed into a "川" shape. "How about lying down like this first? The bedsores on your back are more severe than those on the front. If you turn over, they will definitely stick to the sheets. It will definitely hurt more then..."
Ah Chou looked at the bed sheet and suddenly couldn't continue. The bed sheet was really dirty. Not to mention the mud and dust on it, the filth on it was really shocking. Ah Chou saw it when she was wiping the man's body just now. She was afraid that the man would feel uncomfortable, so she didn't say anything just now, just pretending that he didn't see it. So even that private place. Ah Chou didn't wipe it for him. But at this time Ah Chou really couldn't bear it anymore, with so much filth under her body. The room was filled with this smell, not to mention she couldn't stand it. A man who lies in bed all day must feel more uncomfortable, right?
Ah Chou hurried back to the kitchen and found a new set of bed sheets and a thin quilt from her bag. She silently thanked Mrs. Duan in her heart for preparing everything so well. Ah Chou hurried back and put the bed sheets and other things on the bedside, and said to the man, "It's a good day today, and it's sunny outside. Let's change the bed sheets and wash them."
The man's face was buried in the pillow. She couldn't see his expression. Just looking at his messy hair, Ah Chou felt uncomfortable again. She said, "I'll boil some water to wash your hair after I'm done."
Without further ado, Achou wrung out a towel and cleaned the man. It must have been a long time since anyone had cleaned him, and his face was simply disgusting. Not only was it covered with filth, but his entire butt looked as if it was rotten. Achou changed two basins of water and finally cleaned it. This area was less delicate than other areas, and it had been marinated for so long, that Achou didn't dare to use force. He felt that just wiping this area was more difficult than turning him over just now.
Finally, it was wiped clean. Ah Chou breathed a long sigh of relief. She knelt at the foot of the bed to lift the sheets. After lifting the two corners of the bed, she crawled to the head of the bed. She first lifted the inner corner, and when she crawled over to lift the other corner, she had just taken a step when she suddenly stopped. She saw the man was shaking, or to be exact, the man's head was shaking, and it was shaking very violently. The head buried in the pillow was shaking again and again, and even the messy hair was trembling with it.
Ah Chou was frightened, thinking that she had bumped into him and hurt him. She hurriedly patted the man's shoulder and asked carefully, "What's wrong? Did I bump into you just now? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
The man didn't answer, but he suddenly stopped shaking. Ah Chou was worried after all, so he paused and asked in a low voice: "Can you...can you speak? Is your throat damaged too?"
The man still ignored Ah Chou. Ah Chou was not discouraged, but he couldn't help sighing in his heart and thought to himself, this man might even have a broken voice, how pitiful.
She was worried and wanted to turn the man over to check on him, but when she saw the dirt on the sheets and the bedsores on his back, she gave up. She crawled over, pulled out another corner of the sheet, and then slowly pulled the filthy sheet out from under the man, along with the torn blanket, and threw them outside.
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