In a corner of the city, the white building of the hospital stands silently. Here, life and death are staged every day, and the warmth of family affection and the helplessness of reality are also witnessed.
An 80-year-old man was admitted to the hospital with a cerebral infarction. He is an old man who has been retired for many years, and the years have carved deep marks on his face. Although the condition is not serious, only a slight slurred speech, but for him at this age, every illness is a big test.
The old man's son, a middle-aged man in his fifties, accompanied the old man's bedside. He looked a little tired, and spent most of his time asleep except for feeding the old man and wiping his body. Perhaps, it was the weight of life that overwhelmed him; Perhaps, it was because he didn't know how to deal with his aging father and this sudden illness.
The next day, the old man's daughter appeared in the ward. She brought fruits and snacks that the elderly loved to eat, with a gentle attitude, and carefully inquired about the needs of the elderly. A rare smile appeared on the old man's face, and it seemed that with the company of his daughter, the pain had been alleviated a lot.
However, the heartwarming scene didn't last long. The daughter asked about the old man's pension during the chat, and when she learned that the old man's monthly pension was only more than 1,700 yuan, her expression changed slightly. Perhaps, she is calculating in her heart whether this money can meet the living and medical expenses of the elderly; Perhaps, she is thinking about her future and the weight of this responsibility.
On the third day, the daughter did not show up in the ward again. Although the old man was slurred, the loss and expectation in his eyes were so obvious. He looked at the door, as if waiting for something.
On the day he was discharged from the hospital, his son appeared at the door of the ward. He silently helped the old man pack his luggage and helped the old man out of the gate of the hospital. There are not too many words, only silent dedication in action!
Many elderly people are prejudiced against their children. I often serve him with all kinds of opinions, and I occasionally come to visit, but I miss him in distress.
Love, I can't judge!