When Meng Yuanzheng said he really couldn't eat anymore, she stopped, put the bowl on the table, dragged a stool over and sat down. After a moment of silence, she spoke carefully.
"Brother Yuanzheng."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yuanzheng frowned and looked over, puzzled by her address.
"explain."
"You, do you blame me for letting you go into the mine yesterday?" She lowered her head and clutched the bed sheets with her hands.
"Why blame me? I would have gone in by myself even if you hadn't called me." He leaned in calmly, with his fingers crossed on his lower abdomen.
"But your legs..." Her eyes became sore as she spoke.
"It was my own carelessness. It has nothing to do with you. Besides, I saved so many people. You should think that your man is very powerful." He looked down at her and saw only a head with two braids.
"I will definitely take good care of you and take good care of your legs. Oh, by the way, when I dug you out yesterday, I swore that I would not let you wash dishes or clothes after you get out." She said firmly.
In response to her, he couldn't help but reach out and rub her head.
"You still have to do the dishes," he said gently.
"I'll go wash the dishes!" She stood up suddenly, her face slightly red, and ran out the door.
Really, why are you touching her head for no reason?
He washed the dishes and laid them out, and also washed and hung the dirty clothes he had taken off yesterday in the hospital yard.
Many doctors and nurses came and went. Some were helping people in hospital gowns take a walk, while others were sitting on wooden chairs basking in the sun.
The hospital only has three floors, and a lot of the wall paint has fallen off. Your hands are covered with lime when you touch them, and the beds and other things have peeled paint.
When she returned to the ward, she was shocked because the ward was a double room and there was a patient in the other empty bed. The patient's family was also there, as well as doctors and nurses, making a lot of noise.
"Old man, you can't be so impatient when encountering things. You need to relax." The doctor said as he hung the medicine bottle on the patient himself.
This ward is considered the VIP ward of the county hospital. Compared to other rooms with a long row of beds, this room has only two beds separated by a curtain. There is also a radio at the head of the bed, and kettles, basins and other things are placed under the bed.
If Meng Yuanzheng wasn't a "hero", ordinary people would never receive such treatment in their entire lives.
A woman also said, "Dad, if you keep making trouble like this, it will be hard for us to do our job. Please be considerate of us and have a good rest here for a few days. We will pick you up at the weekend."
The old man lying on the hospital bed said angrily, "I have an old illness and don't need to come to the hospital. I know my own body well!"
As soon as he said this, he attracted a wave of complaints from people around him, saying that he was not considerate of his family, that everyone was busy and had no time to take care of him, and what would they do if something happened to him at home.
The old man simply closed his eyes and stopped talking.
The woman just said, "Dad, we're leaving now. We still have a lot of work to do. Let Zhenhua stay with you. Call the nurse if you need anything."
The young man next to the woman was instantly dissatisfied, "I don't want to stay here!"
The woman glared at him, "It's not up to you."
Then he said to the doctors and nurses, "Please pay more attention to my dad."
"It's my duty." The doctor said politely, and the group of people walked out, leaving only an angry young man behind.
Lin Miaoyin has been standing invisible at the door because Meng Yuanzheng was lying in the bed inside and the old man and his family were blocking the way.
She came in after they left, holding a kettle and making a cup of malted milk for Meng Yuanzheng.
The curtain between the beds was drawn, so it was relatively private. She blew on the malted milk and when it felt less hot, she was ready to feed it to him, but he said, "Drink half of it first."
She shook the cup and said, "That's all. I won't drink it. I don't need any nutrition supplements."
He pursed his lips, "Then I won't drink it either. You're trying to make me fat on purpose."
"Being fatter is good. Being fatter is a blessing."
It's better to be fat than thin these days.
He said nothing and remained firm.
Lin Miaoyin gave in, "Okay, okay, I'll drink it."
She took a few sips and pointed the untouched rim of the cup toward him, ready to feed him.
The other party has automatically come over with a hungry look in his eyes.
She chuckled, held his head with one hand, and put the cup to his lips with the other hand, watching him gulp down the drink.
"It tastes okay, but I feel like there's not enough in this jar." She put down the cup and found a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. Meng Yuanzheng took it and wiped his own mouth.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a sudden voice sounded, "Why are you talking so much just for a glass of malted milk, you country bumpkin."
The voice was hoarse and husky, like a duck's voice, and it came from the young man named Zhenhua.
But as soon as he said this, he screamed and shouted in dissatisfaction, "Grandpa, why did you hit me! I didn't say anything wrong!"
"You bastard, don't forget that your ancestors were all farmers for five generations! What are you talking about? Country bumpkin, country bumpkin, if you keep calling me that, I'll beat you to death."
"Then you keep calling me a turtle boy. Don't forget that I am your descendant! Oh, if you hit me again, I won't care about you anymore. I'm leaving!"
"Go away. Don't even think about getting a penny from your parents after you leave."
"Humph, you only know how to threaten me. When I go to college next year, you won't be able to control me anymore."
"Why don't you apologize to them now!"
After a while, a reluctant voice came from the other side of the curtain, "I'm sorry!"
Lin Miaoyin and Meng Yuanzheng had been listening to the quarrel between the grandfather and grandson. They were just children and did not take the boy's words to heart. Lin Miaoyin replied, "It's okay!"
Seeing that Meng Yuanzheng looked a little listless, he guessed that he must not have slept well last night, so he let him lie down and sleep for a while, while he sat aside and stared blankly.
She looked at his peacefully closed eyes with his eyelashes curled up, then at his hands at his side, which were a little tanned and had some small cuts.
She thought that since she was in the county town, she could find time to go shopping and buy some things to bring back. She had to prepare hand cream and other things. She didn't want his beautiful hands to be ruined.
I don't know how long it took, but I heard the boy say, "Grandpa, I can't stand it anymore. I'm going home. If you have any problems, call the nurse. I'll come to see you tomorrow."
The old man cursed, "Get lost, you little bastard, I don't need you."
"Then I won't come tomorrow!" the boy said as his voice faded away.
Meng Yuanzheng was awakened by them and opened his eyes. She hurried forward, helped him up and leaned him against the wall.
"Miaoyin, please help me untie it. I think..." he said, a little embarrassed.
"Hmm?" She didn't understand, but still put his legs down as he said.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"Rest..."
He supported himself with his hands and stood up on one leg. Lin Miaoyin quickly supported him and hugged his waist.
"Just go to the bathroom, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I also need to go to the bathroom, let's do it together." She said indifferently and took out some toilet paper from her bag.
Although I know she just meant that the two of them went to the bathroom together, it still sounded a bit weird.
Meng Yuanzheng remained silent, holding the cane provided by the hospital. When he was about to leave, the old man saw that he was alone in the ward, and asked anxiously, "Hey, boy and girl, where are you going?"
Lin Miaoyin turned around and said, "Let's go to the bathroom. Uncle, are you coming too?"
"Go, go, wait for me." He said as he put on his shoes quickly, afraid of being left behind.
Several people walked through the corridor and came to the hospital's public toilet.
Today's toilets are still the kind of urinals, which are very long pools with a few half-person-high partitions on top. There is no privacy at all.
Lin Miaoyin was in a dilemma. If Meng Yuanzheng went in alone, what would he do if he fell into the toilet? Meng Yuanzheng said, "It's okay. I'll hold on to the wall."
Seeing Lin Miaoyin's worried face, the old man took the initiative to say, "I'll help him, don't worry."
The author has something to say: This old man is a foreshadowing, and he just comes out to make a cameo appearance.
It feels like I haven't written about Zheng Zheng's days of carrying manure for a long time. I miss it.
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