The door to the ICU ward opened, and three doctors in white coats pushed out a manned transport cart. The patient on the cart was covered with a white medical quilt, and his exposed head was attached to two tubes. On closer inspection, the pale head was the trachea and nasogastric tube, which was my father. His eyes looked up calmly, and there was no pain on his face, only calm. At this time, I can't help but recall that when I was a child, when I was sick and went to get an injection, my father always rode a big bicycle to carry me. As a child, I sat on the front bar of my bicycle and my father rode all the way to a small clinic with a big brick house. When the doctor gave me injections, my father always encouraged me to "don't cry and be a brave child!"."I always endured the fear of injections and became a brave child according to my father's request.
I and the three doctors pushed my father into the CT room, and after several people lifted my father to the CT machine, all three doctors went out, and only me and my father lying on the CT machine were left in the huge CT room. At this time, a prompt sound came from the speaker: "Please take a deep breath and hold your breath." Looking at my father lying on the CT scanner, as if I hadn't heard anything, I shouted loudly, "Dad..."“。But I knew that my father would probably never answer. In this moment, the memory pulls me back to my childhood, when I was young, I didn't know how to read, and I loved to sit at the desk and listen to my father read the villain book aloud. Listening to my father read the villain book was the happiest moment of my childhood. But now, my father may never be able to speak. Thinking of this, tears flooded my eyes.
After the CT, my father, who was lying on the transfer cart, was wheeled back to the ICU ward and saw the ICU doctor carrying my father to the hospital bed. The unstoppable memories come to my mind clearly, when I was a child, I always loved to follow my father for a morning run, I remember that he was so vigorous and healthy at that time, and he was a great man in my mind. Today's father can't run anymore. Tears could no longer be suppressed, welling up in my eyes and dripping onto the placket of my clothes.
Now my father is like a dry leaf. Once upon a time, he was also a green leaf on a towering tree, full of greenery and brilliance. Father, you are the enlightening teacher of my life, the role model of behavior, and the leader of growth. If there is an afterlife, I will repay you for your kindness to me!