As a parent, treat your children without any conditions and without regrets.
Since my daughter's first year of junior high school, it has become my main job to send off early and pick up late. The school ends at 6 p.m., and parents who pick up and drop off their children at the door every day line up early, and the roads on both sides of the school are piled up on the inside and outside three floors. Girls usually leave the school gate at about 6:20, and I also run to line up at the school gate every day after work, and I can't squeeze in at all when it's late.
I walked a little earlier this afternoon, arrived at school at half past five, and after getting off the bus, I squeezed into the crowd against the harsh northwest wind, and began to wait boringly.
It was still the old time, and the figure of the girl appeared at the school gate on time, jumped up and down beside me, and whispered: "Dad, let's go."
The car was parked on the side of the road about 2 miles away from the school, and we walked together in the direction of the car with the crowd. The girl who just got in the car said: "Today, the host rehearsed for a day, and my throat is hoarse." My daughter had a cold in the past two days, and her throat was a little congested, so she took medicine for two days. I said, "I'm out of medicine, I heard that the female doctor in the Houbamiao clinic is very good, take you to get some."
It's really in response to the old man's saying "people are afraid of being famous", and I looked at the door of the clinic extending out of a ** team dozens of meters long, men, women and children, my daughter and I were surprised!The girl proposed to change the place, I felt that there must be a lot of people in the crowd, so I looked at the noodle shop next to me and said to the girl: "I'll line up, you go to the noodle shop next to you to eat some dinner first, and I will call you when you get in line, so that you won't delay your homework when you go home." After saying that, I gave my phone to my daughter to pay the bill, and I came to the back of the line.
The team moved forward very slowly, barely moving for half an hour, and this week was just in time for the cold snap, the wind was not strong but the low temperature of minus 10 degrees Celsius made people feel like falling into an ice abyss.
After about an hour of queuing, the line moved forward halfway, and finally lined up into the house, the warm air conditioning finally outweighed the cold outside, which made people feel comfortable, and when I looked back, the line of people who came behind was longer than before.
I finally saw the legendary "goddess doctor", about forty years old, chubby, wearing a clean white coat, his face was obviously full of tiredness, his eyes were weakly half drooping, he had a stethoscope hanging around his neck, he was holding a small flashlight that shone on his throat, and there was half a piece of chocolate on the table.
The girl came back from dinner at this time, looked at the team that had just moved halfway, and muttered a few words in her mouth, which roughly means "Let you change places, you don't change, you have to line up here, you see it's not in line yet!".I whispered a few words of reassurance to calm her down.
After about forty or fifty minutes, we finally got to the line, and the female doctor listened to her breathing, and then looked at her throat, and said, "The tonsils are a little congested, the tongue coating is white, take some medicine!"I asked in a low voice: "Why don't you take a small anti-inflammatory injection, okay hurry up, she has to host the New Year's Day party the day after tomorrow," but was rejected by the female doctor, saying: "The speed of the small injection is about the same as taking medicine, take the medicine first and see if it is."
With the doctor's order, I came to the medicine window and lined up for more than ten minutes, took a large bag, opened it to see that there were anti-inflammatory, cough suppressants, and a few bags of unknown pills, and it was already more than eight o'clock at this time.
When I got home, my wife and son had finished eating, and looking at the leftovers on the table in my eyes, it was a delicacy in the world at this time.