Colorful years

Congcong, like a mischievous monkey, nimbly ran towards his second sister, Zhang Yu. Just then, he suddenly let out a sharp scream: "Ptooey!"

It should be noted that Zhang Yu is only four years older than Zhang Cong, and she herself is still young and relatively timid, so she is simply unable to withstand such a fright.

Zhang Yu was startled by the sudden scream. She stood up in a panic, her body trembling, and she even stumbled. The kitchen knife she had been gripping tightly slipped from her hand in her panic. Coincidentally, the knife landed right on Congcong's bare little foot.

In those days, children in the countryside almost always went barefoot in the summer. So, Congcong's little feet were completely exposed, without any protection. When the kitchen knife mercilessly sliced ​​across the instep of his foot, it instantly created a deep wound, and blood gushed out...

Zhang Yu was stunned by what she saw and stood there dumbfounded, completely at a loss.

And what about Congcong? He looked down at his bleeding little feet, his heart filled with fear and pain, and he burst into tears.

At this moment, Grandpa heard the commotion and rushed over. Without saying a word, he slapped Zhang Yu hard across the face, then quickly found a piece of cloth and simply bandaged Congcong's wound.

Immediately afterward, Grandpa picked up Congcong and rushed anxiously towards the commune clinic...

The commune health center was not far from the Zhang family's home, but Grandpa's steps seemed unusually heavy.

Congcong in his arms continued to cry, and the sound of her crying was like a sharp blade, deeply piercing the grandfather's heart.

Along the way, Grandpa kept comforting Congcong: "Don't be afraid, Grandpa is here, we'll be at the hospital soon."

Finally, the gate of the health center came into view.

Grandpa rushed inside, shouting for the doctor. The doctor came running at the sound and, seeing Congcong in Grandpa's arms and the blood-stained cloth, immediately understood the urgency of the situation.

He quickly took Congcong from the bed, placed him on the examination table, and began to carefully examine Congcong's wounds.

At this moment, Congcong was pale from excessive blood loss and pain, her eyes were tightly closed, and tears kept sliding down her cheeks.

Grandpa stood to the side, anxiously watching the doctor's every move, his hands clenched tightly together, his knuckles turning white from the force.

After an examination, the doctor told Grandpa, "The wound is very deep and should have been stitched up. However, the clinic doesn't have the necessary facilities, so we can only clean and disinfect it before bandaging it. Luckily, you were brought in in time, otherwise the problem would have been much bigger."

"What are the possible long-term effects if I don't have the surgery?" Grandpa asked anxiously, his brow furrowed.

"There are no major long-term effects, but there will be a scar after the injury heals, which will affect the appearance," the doctor answered frankly.

Grandpa breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. He thought to himself that having a scar on his foot wasn't a big deal; once he put on his shoes, no one would be able to see it. With that thought, Grandpa felt much more at ease.

At this moment, the doctor carefully began to clean and bandage Congcong's wound. His movements were gentle and his expression focused, as if he were not treating a simple wound, but a precious work of art.

After a while, the doctor finally finished cleaning and bandaging the wound. He gently removed his mask, revealing a slightly tired but caring face, and said to the grandfather, "But next, the child needs to stay in the hospital for observation for two days to prevent complications such as wound infection and tetanus. Also, the injured foot must not get wet for a week after discharge."

Grandpa nodded seriously, indicating that he would definitely follow the doctor's orders. From that day on, Grandpa stayed with Congcong at the hospital, never leaving his side.

He took meticulous care of Congcong, feeding him, wiping his body, and often telling him interesting stories to cheer him up. He cared for him in every possible way.

He personally cooked soup and rice for Congcong and carefully fed him; he paid close attention to Congcong's wound and changed his dressings on time; he also often told Congcong stories and made him happy, trying to alleviate his pain and boredom.

Under his grandfather's careful care, Congcong's wounds gradually healed, and his complexion gradually regained its rosy hue.

Although he still has some difficulty walking, he is already able to get out of bed and play with his grandfather in the courtyard of the health center.