026: We have a bed
Even the chairs in the corridor are in high demand.
If you stand up, your seat might be taken by someone else and you’ll have to sit there all night.
Therefore, as the head of the family and a model of loving his wife and children, Yu Jiahui must of course give up the hospital bed to his wife and children and sleep on the bench outside.
Yu Xiaoye felt that her father was a patient and it would be inappropriate for him to sleep on the bench outside, so she let her parents sleep on the hospital bed while she slept on a chair outside.
The couple objected together. How could they let a little girl sleep outside? It was so dangerous.
Xu Ying suggested that the father and son sleep on the hospital bed inside, while she would sleep on a chair outside. After all, she was a poor and ugly old woman, and it would be safe for her to sleep on the street.
Yu Jiahui disagreed again. How could he let his wife sleep outside?
The family of three argued about this for a long time.
Finally, an old man in the bed next to me suddenly turned over and said unhappy:
"I say, is there something wrong with your family? You've been chattering since you came in. Why are you so talkative? Are you really treating the ward like a meeting room?"
The family of three looked at the bed next to them and found a little old man lying on the bed next to them.
The old man was about fifty years old, with gray hair, unshaven beard, and a face that looked like it had suffered a lot of grievances.
Yu Jiahui rolled his eyes, glanced at the old man, and said with a strong sense of righteousness:
"Why, are we bothering you while we're talking?"
The old man noticed that Yu Jiahui's tone was quite aggressive. Although Yu Jiahui was injured and had his arm hanging, his tall and burly figure and fierce look on his face were still very intimidating. The old man's momentum suddenly weakened. He scratched his scalp and said sarcastically:
"It doesn't bother me. I've never seen a family as talkative as yours. I'm just curious where all the talk comes from."
Yu Jiahui sneered:
"You're curious about why we have so much to say, and I'm curious about why you've been lying there all afternoon. If I hadn't heard you fart every other day, I'd really want to call a doctor to carry you out."
The old man suddenly became unhappy:
"Why are you so mean?"
"Who is it that's so mean, saying right off the bat that there's something wrong with our family? What's the matter? Can you help cure it or what?"
The old man was furious and pointed at Yu Jiahui and said:
"I'm telling you, be polite to me—"
"You better be polite to me!"
Yu Jiahui also followed suit and pointed at the old man.
His waist hurts when he speaks loudly, but there is nothing he can do because he cannot lose the momentum!
The quarrel between the two old men caused other people in the ward to sit up from their beds and look around.
As the patients were watching with great interest, the door of the ward opened and a well-dressed and polite young man came in carrying a simple camp bed.
Someone in the ward immediately recognized the young man:
"Secretary Jiang?"
"Why is Secretary Jiang here?"
Secretary Jiang glanced at the ward and asked politely:
"Who is Yu Jiahui?"
Yu Jiahui, Xu Ying and Yu Xiaoye were quite surprised when they suddenly heard someone calling them.
Yu Jiahui quickly raised his uninjured arm and said:
"I am, little comrade, you're looking for me?"
Secretary Jiang turned his head to look at the three members of the Yu family who were standing by the door. After a quick identification, he confirmed that they were the people he was looking for.
Secretary Jiang came over and put down the camp bed:
"Uncle, Director Zhou asked me to deliver this."
Yu Xiaoye knew it was the young manager from the daytime, and she quickly stepped forward to thank him:
"Secretary Jiang, thank Director Zhou for his kindness on our behalf."
Secretary Jiang didn't say much. He just came to deliver something as instructed by Director Zhou. Once the things were delivered, his mission was completed.
He set up his cot and left.
As soon as Secretary Jiang left, the ward fell silent, and everyone's eyes were curiously cast at this ordinary family of three.
The old man in the next bed suddenly sat up and asked:
"What's your family's relationship with the director?"
Yu Jiahui was really stumped by the question.
What’s the relationship?
Of course it’s the relationship between the perpetrator and the victim!
But Yu Jiahui was unwilling to answer like that. He glanced at the old man and said indifferently:
"What does my relationship with the director have to do with you?"
The old man was choked and couldn't move up or down, and he lay down in frustration.
"You can say it if you want, or not!"
Other people in the ward began to whisper to each other, as if they were all guessing the origins of this family.
This hospital is affiliated with the farm. All the patients who come here for hospitalization are farmers or their families from Mishan Farm. Naturally, they know Director Zhou and his secretary.
Now when they saw Director Zhou sending a camp bed to the hospital, they were all very curious about the relationship between this family and the director and why they received such care from the director.
Look at this family, their clothes are tattered, they don’t look like relatives of the director, let alone friends of the director. Who are they to the director?
Yu Xiaoye knew that everyone must be full of questions, but she didn't care. She looked at the newly delivered camp bed happily and said:
"Mom and Dad, we have a bed now. I'll sleep on this camp bed tonight."
Well, now there is no need to argue about who will sleep on the chair outside, the three of us can all sleep in bed tonight.
Xu Ying was also very happy. Thinking of Director Zhou, she couldn't help but praise him:
"That Director Zhou was so thoughtful that he even thought of sending us a camp bed. How did he know we needed this?"
Yu Xiaoye thought for a moment:
"When I checked in for hospitalization that day, I told him that our family had just gotten off the train and our luggage had been stolen. We didn't have anyone to go to here. I guess he thought we might have nowhere to sleep that night, so he sent someone to send us a camp bed."
Yu Xiaoye didn't say much when he said this.
I didn’t even think about how to sleep at night.
She didn't expect that Director Zhou was so thoughtful.
Next time I meet the director, I must thank him in person.
However, one thing is for sure, we should thank those who deserve thanks and do the work that needs to be done.
Now that the accommodation problem has been solved, it's time to go to bed.
People of this era go to bed early, and there is not much entertainment in the countryside at night, so when it gets dark, the whole family's biological clock starts to play tricks on them, and they are all too sleepy to open their eyes.
Yu Jiahui yawned and asked the mother and daughter to go to sleep quickly. Only after they fell asleep could he go to sleep peacefully.
But Xu Ying's hygiene problem had not been solved yet. She couldn't sleep. She forced her eyelids open and said in a daze:
"You guys go to sleep first, I have something else to do."
"What's going on?"
But Xu Ying couldn't say it. She was too embarrassed to tell others that she hadn't changed her pants all winter and now her pants were as dirty as a construction site.
Yu Xiaoye knew what her mother was thinking, so she advised:
"Dad, don't worry about it. Go to sleep first. I'll stay with my mom."
Yu Jiahui lay down and planned to accompany the mother and daughter, but his eyelids were not coherent and were attracted together like magnets.
After struggling for a few times, it closed completely.
Yu Xiaoye was lying on a camp bed on the side, covered with his father's cotton-padded jacket, and also planned to talk to his mother.
Unfortunately, her biological clock was too strong and her eyelids closed involuntarily.
Xu Ying was left alone sitting at the other end of the bed. She took out a steel needle, a piece of cotton thread, and a piece of scrap cloth that she had bought during the day.
I'm going to sew two pairs of shorts for myself.
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