Eat while hot

"Xiao Yang, are you busy?" Dr. Wang took off his mask, looking tired.

"Not very busy, what's the matter?" The young man next to him was wearing a white coat, his face was clean, his hair was neat, and the little soot-blue shirt inside looked very energetic.

"Massage the patients in room 250." Dr. Wang pulled his sleeve and pointed to the door next to the inside. "No relatives came over all day, and all the men who came here were tall and rough men. It's not possible at all. You From now on, give him two whole-body skin massages and joint activities every day, for two hours each time."

"Oh..." Yang Moshu looked at the back of Doctor Wang leaving and nodded, clenched his hands in his pockets, bulging, and dared not take them out until the doctor was far away.

What he held in his hand was a sweet potato with yellow flesh, which he planned to have for breakfast, but it was a pity that he didn't have much time to spare when he came, and it was already freezing cold.

Yang Moshu sighed, found a sterilized bag to wrap the sweet potato, put it back in his pocket, then turned around and entered the 250.

250 is a single room, except that the house number is not too luxurious, the facilities inside are basically the top equipment of the entire hospital, and there is no shortage of TV and network, but unfortunately the people living in it are in a vegetable state, and these hardware facilities are not needed. too much.

The space in the ward was not too big, and there were two men sitting next to the bed, and they stood up reflexively when they saw someone coming in.

This behavior directly scared Yang Moshu back two steps, leaning against the door panel.

"Fuck, doctor, who the hell did I think..."

"I'm about to fall asleep. When you wake up and stand up, your mother made me jump. I thought Brother Tang was here..."

Yang Moshu collected himself and looked at the two men in front of him.

They looked young, and they were all dressed in black suits. One of them showed a large tattoo because the sleeves were rolled up, while the other had a hurdle vest directly inside the suit.

The taste is as bad as it can be.

Yang Moshu stepped forward and was very polite, "Please let me give you a massage for the patient."

The two younger brothers hurriedly turned sideways, one of them answered the phone and went out directly, and the other also took the opportunity to sneak outside to smoke.

Yang Moshu looked down at the man lying on the bed.

The brow ridge is broad, the facial features are profound, the lips are tightly closed, but they are slightly raised.

She looked like she was in a vegetative state and still very dissatisfied.

But Yang Moshu found it surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

Lifting off the thin blanket covering the bed, Yang Moshu began to massage the patient.

Due to long-term bed rest, the muscles of vegetative people are severely atrophied, and the muscle tone and joint ankylosis are severely damaged. Therefore, it is necessary to massage and turn over regularly.

Yang Moshu pressed his arm carefully, trying to avoid the needles and nutrient infusion tubes on one side.

The one under him is straight and has a good figure. The one with broad shoulders and long legs is very thin, black and dry, like an overburnt firewood stick.

Yang Moshu felt that the description of an overburnt firewood stick couldn't be more appropriate, and this person's body temperature was really unusually high.

After a meal on his hand, Yang Moshu was startled, thinking that he might have a fever.

Thinking of this, Yang Moshu hurried out to get a thermometer, stuffed it under the man's armpit, and continued to massage.

The sweet potatoes in the pocket dangled, which was very obstructive.

With an idea, Yang Moshu took out the sweet potato and stuffed it into the patient's other armpit to warm it up.

Later, I was afraid that it would taste bad when I took it out later, so I put it between my legs instead.

After everything is done, Yang Moshu can concentrate on massaging the patient.

I figured in my heart that after the massage, the sweet potatoes would be almost ready.

A cleaning doctor and nurse entered the room carrying a bucket, and saw Yang Moshu froze for a moment,

"Little Yang? Why are you here?"

Yang Moshu laughed twice,

"Doctor Wang asked me to come here, saying that this patient has no family members, so he asked me to come here often to give him massages."

The medical aunt put the mop aside, walked over to open the window,

"Isn't that right? This man has been lying here for two years, and he has never seen a woman come to see him. They are all old men. Alas, all of them are dressed as if they were going to a funeral, except black or white. The donkey's face is so long that it spews dung all over its mouth."

Yang Moshu stared at the dark sweet potato between the patient's legs, pulled the blanket to cover it,

"Auntie, don't open the window. He seems to have a fever. I'm taking his temperature."

The medical aunt didn't hear it, and opened another window,

"It doesn't matter, this person's body temperature is high. All the doctors and nurses who have been in this ward know that once I changed his mattress, I thought he had a fever, but then Doctor Wang said that this person is born with body heat, and it doesn't matter. "

As soon as Yang Moshu heard it, he pulled out the thermometer.

About 37.6, a very vague and consistent temperature, it can be said to be a low-grade fever, and it can be regarded as an extreme of the normal value of an adult's body temperature.

The wind blew in through the window, and Yang Moshu's white coat fluttered slightly. Unexpectedly, a sudden gust of wind lifted half of the hem of the coat and directly covered the patient's face.

Yang Moshu, who was sticking up at the end of the bed and pressing the patient's calf, didn't notice it until the medical aunt reminded him to take the clothes off the patient's face.

For some reason, after this incident, Yang Moshu always felt that the patient's expression was different from before.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was a little angry.

Once he imagined this way, Yang Moshu even felt that his face was a little livid.

The medical aunt began mopping the floor, "Xiao Yang, do you have a partner? Auntie will introduce you. I see a few new nurses in the hospital. One of them is pretty good..."

Yang Moshu thought to himself, no matter how good he is, it's useless, because he seems to like tall and strong men more than those delicate girls.

But his mouth was slow, "No, no, thank you, I want to take a grade test recently, and I have to read books for the exam... I don't have time to fall in love..."

The doctors and nurses dragged the floor almost, "That's okay, you're still young anyway, it won't be too late to wait another two years."

After speaking, he left with a mop and a bucket.

After more than an hour, Yang Moshu finally finished massaging the patient.

Seeing that the two men did not come back, thinking that he had nothing else to do, he continued to stay in this ward.

The sweet potatoes are already warm, neither hot nor cold to eat, the temperature is just right.

Yang Moshu turned around and sat by the bed, put the disinfection bag outside the sweet potato next to the patient's pillow, and peeled the skin of the sweet potato on it.

The sunlight came in from the window and fell on Yang Moshu's exposed ankle, it was white and transparent.

The face of the patient on the bed became darker and darker, but Yang Moshu didn't notice it, and was thinking about the things he hadn't finished just now while he was eating sweet potatoes.

In fact, I really don't have high requirements for a man. It doesn't matter how good-looking or rich he is, as long as he is tall and strong enough, it doesn't matter if he is tall or fat, and it doesn't matter if he is dark or thin...

Yang Moshu swallowed a mouthful of sweet potato, was stunned for a while, then turned to look at Heishou behind him.

Lying alone on the bed, his face was ugly.

Yang Moshu sighed unconsciously,

"You are so pitiful. Other vegetative people have family members, but you don't have any."

Probably because of his own shadow, the vegetative person's face appeared even darker.