The first story is heard.
It occupies my heart with an indelible sense of existence. Yes, it should be relayed to everyone to warm those already warm hearts and wet those easy to warm eyes.
The story was told to me by a doctor.
After large and small operations, the doctor talked to him that day about the difficulties and difficulties, happiness and glory of their careers. I asked him, 'they all say that doctors are used to life and death and will become more indifferent and hardened, don't they?'
'yes!' He didn't shy away.
Maybe it's an occupational disease. I'm a little reluctant: 'what about you? Have any patients died on the operating table. Can you calmly face a patient and a life passing away in front of you without affecting your mood, just as I deal with a typed waste manuscript? "
He raised his head, paused, and then stared into my eyes as if he had made a great determination and said word by word: 'in fact - I hope I can calmly face the death of the patient as you said. As long as I try my best and there is nothing wrong and wrong in the treatment, I will not regard this as my failure. But it's hard! "
'sometimes, I feel like I've almost practiced, but -- '
I didn't speak. I waited for him. He stopped for a long time and then said -
However, the departure of some patients will suddenly make you cry. Let's take an example! The patient was a young woman with massive postpartum hemorrhage. Although very nervous, the operation went smoothly, the blood stopped and the patient's condition stabilized. I took off my mask with a long sigh of relief, and the patient woke up at this time. I looked down and told her it was okay.
However, the patient shook his head gently and asked me in a weak voice, 'doctor, how is my child?' I had never seen her child at that time, and I didn't know about the child at all, but as a doctor, I knew how to answer in this case.
'the child is fine, very healthy! '
'I have a child, my - child, I can rest assured that the child is okay!'
'you're all right!'
'no, doctor, I'm a nurse. I know my situation & hellip& hellip;'
The patient was' Panda blood '. Because he couldn't find the blood source for the moment, he died 10 minutes after getting off the operating table. Looking at her pale face, my tears came out unconsciously.
The doctor friend said here, my eyes are also a little wet. A person who is about to die may have many people who are difficult to give up and miss, maybe lovers, maybe relatives and friends, but as long as she is a mother, at the last moment of her life, she must miss her children.
In fact, it is not only the last moment of life, from the moment she becomes a mother to the moment she leaves the world. Every moment, the child is always the mother's eternal concern.
Another story is personally experienced.
One weekend, he went to his hometown in the countryside with his colleagues. My colleague's mother is not tall. She cleans up neatly and neatly. As soon as we entered the door, we couldn't smile, but unexpectedly, in the chat that night, my few conversations with the old man made her cry.
The old man has two sons. His colleague is the eldest. He was once the number one in the college entrance examination of the whole county. Another brother stayed in the countryside to farm. I asked the old mother, 'which do you think is better, two sons?' I mean, which of the two sons is better for you. The elderly spend most of their time in the countryside and their colleagues are in the city. They take care of their parents much less than their brother. Moreover, most of the noodles and oil they eat have been brought to the city by their hometown for so many years. I'm kidding. I want to 'provoke' it in order to let the old man talk about the bad of children in the city. However, the old man obviously misunderstood what I meant.
'alas! How to say, now the countryside is mechanized, and farming is not too hard. I can rest for a small half a year. My youngest son is also very good financially. On the contrary, it is my boss. I read for nothing - "the old man's tears suddenly fell.
I was startled. I thought I was' provoking 'and thought she was going to say how the eldest son was unfilial. I hurriedly changed my mind:' aunt, in fact, the children in the city are worried about the mother in the countryside, but they are busy with their work! '
The old man continued to wipe away his tears: 'I'm busy! I went to the city to stay for a period of time. My son works night shift every day and has to be busy during the day. Why is my baby so busy and so tired! I looked so distressed that I cried for several days. If I had known that he was so tired, I might as well stay in the countryside and stay with me. I watch him every day and don't let my baby suffer! "
We all calmed down at once, and there was a tide in the corners of our eyes. My colleague murmured: 'I had a lot of things in those days. I occasionally saw her secretly crying. I thought she blamed me for not being good with her!'
As a newspaper editor, it's normal to work at night. We are used to it. Sometimes we don't feel how hard and tired, but that day I know that no matter how much we underestimate it, someone will love us. The people who love us may be lovers or children, but no matter how we ignore her, they also love us. It is the one who gave us life and we call her mother!
At that moment, I only felt that the mother of my colleagues was my own mother and the mother of all the children in the world（ Author: Cai Ningzhen)