Colorful years

Nurses come to change Congcong's dressings regularly every day, and doctors remind him to take his medicine on time. There are also people who take care of him during mealtimes, for fear that he will go hungry.

Furthermore, the medical staff frequently encouraged Congcong to engage in appropriate exercise to aid his recovery. As a result, Congcong's condition improved steadily, and his recovery speed was astonishing.

As the saying goes, "It takes a hundred days to recover from a bone or tendon injury," meaning that after injuring a bone or tendon, it takes at least a hundred days of treatment and rest to fully recover.

However, Congcong is different because he was breastfed and grew up, so he has excellent physical health.

With the help of doctors and family, Congcong's wound healed completely in just half a month.

In fact, due to limited family finances, Congcong was discharged from the hospital after only one week and returned home to continue his treatment.

On the day of his discharge from the hospital, his uncle specially bought fresh pork and offal to prepare a sumptuous meal for Congcong to calm his nerves.

Uncle also specially invited Grandpa and Congcong's parents to attend this welcome feast to calm their nerves. Everyone sat together, and there was constant laughter and joy.

Auntie's cooking skills are excellent and she is famous in the village.

The delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen made Congcong peek out again and again.

Because the injury was to the head, and given the child's young age, the central nervous system function was significantly affected. The most direct consequence was a weakening of coordination between different parts of the body.

Although his wound had healed, he still had some difficulty moving around and could only be helped by his parents to take small steps to the kitchen door.

"Mommy, how much longer until it gets better? My mouth is watering just smelling it." Congcong blinked his bright eyes, his face filled with the innocence and anticipation unique to children.

Auntie turned around and said with a smile, "It'll be ready soon, Congcong. Just wait a little longer, and dinner will be served soon."

As he spoke, he lifted the lid of the pot, and a rich aroma of steam mixed with the smell of meat wafted out, making one's mouth water.

The dining table was already laden with all sorts of dishes.

Auntie's carefully prepared braised pork has a bright red color and is fatty but not greasy;

The offal was cleaned very thoroughly, and the aroma of the braising sauce was wonderful; it melted in your mouth.

A few green vegetables were scattered among the dishes, their bright green color adding a touch of freshness to this sumptuous feast.

Grandpa sat in the main seat, looking at Congcong with a kind face and eyes full of love.

He patted Congcong's head and said softly, "Congcong, you really scared your family this time. You have to be more careful in the future and don't make your grandparents, parents worry again."

Congcong nodded and obediently said, "I understand, Grandpa. I will be careful from now on."

The father chimed in, "Yes, Congcong was really lucky this time. He met kind doctors and nurses; otherwise, he would have suffered so much more."

The mother was busy serving Congcong food, saying as she did so, "Congcong, eat more meat and nourish yourself. You've lost weight these past few days."

Congcong felt a warm glow in his heart as he looked at the bowl piled high with food.

He looked up at his family, and everyone's face was filled with a happy smile, which made him feel the warmth of home even more deeply.

The uncle raised his glass and proposed, "Those who survive a great calamity are bound to have good fortune. Come, let's have a toast! To celebrate Congcong's safe discharge from the hospital, and may he enjoy good health and peace from now on!"

Everyone responded enthusiastically, their glasses clinking together with a crisp sound, as if echoing heartfelt wishes.

Congcong imitated the adults, picking up his little cup. Although it was filled with tea, he drank it with great relish, as if it contained endless happiness and sweetness.

The family members chatted and laughed, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Grandpa told stories of his youth, those tales of courage and wisdom, which Congcong listened to with great interest.

My uncle was witty and humorous, and he shared some funny stories that he had recently encountered, which made everyone laugh.

The parents paid more attention to Congcong's physical condition, asking him if he felt unwell and reminding him to be more careful in the future.

Congcong listened quietly, feeling the love and care of his family. He knew that his rapid recovery was not only due to the doctor's excellent medical skills and the nurse's meticulous care, but also because he had such a warm family as his strong support.

Halfway through the meal, Congcong suddenly put down his chopsticks and said earnestly, "Daddy, Mommy, Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, Aunt, thank you! You've worked so hard these past few days. I will definitely take good care of myself and not let you worry about me anymore."