The defense of the mourning community

Dr. Meng is like a brick in Manhattan, he can be moved wherever it is needed.

He never dreamed in his life that the all-round development that he failed to achieve in the hospital could be realized in this community.Even though it was the end of the world when he didn't have to go to work, he was busier than going to work.

Every day when I open my eyes, a group of people call me by my name. Dr. Meng really misses the time before the end of the world. At least he can sleep well.She would not lie down on the bed like she is now, and be woken up by Wang Shucheng to deliver the baby before the bed was warm enough to fall asleep.

It's unreasonable, and there are still people in the emergency department taking turns to work, so I can only stick to my post, feeling that sooner or later I will die of overwork here.

While he sighed and dressed, Song Guangming stood at the door of the room with a medical kit and looked at him and asked, "I heard them say that an aunt is going to give birth. Uncle Meng, are you going to deliver the baby?"

"To be honest, this is my blind spot in knowledge." Dr. Meng grabbed a sweater on one side and put it over his head, "But if I'm there, pregnant women should feel at ease seeing a doctor there."

When he got dressed, Grandma Zhao came out with her wheelchair on her back, and said with a smile on her haggard face, "Let them boil some hot water quickly, and prepare clean scissors and alcohol. When pregnant women can move Move a little bit more, you'll be fine later."

"Okay." Dr. Meng nodded to Grandma Zhao, and said in a gentle voice, "I feel that your spirit has improved today."

Grandma Zhao smiled: "I don't know why, but today is more comfortable than the previous few days. Maybe it's because I slept well in the past two days, and I dreamed about my family."

Dr. Meng nodded and said with a smile on his face, "Then I'll go first. I'll ask Mr. Lin who is opposite to accompany you."

"No need." Grandma Zhao waved her hand, "You can go with Guangming and see if there is anything that can help you."

Dr. Meng looked at Song Guangming who was carrying the suitcase next to him and said, "What can he do as a child, I might as well call..."

Seeing the smile on Grandma Zhao's face, his heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized the meaning of this sentence, and froze in place.

"Go ahead, I can always help. Call those old ladies in the community, there are always some who have given birth to their own children. They have a lot of experience and will guide you." Grandma Zhao is still talking.

The room fell silent, Dr. Meng saw that Grandma Zhao was about to speak, when the door behind her was knocked again, and the voice of urging came from outside.

"Go, they are waiting for you." Grandma Zhao said with a smile.

Dr. Meng looked at her and sighed, then raised his hand and patted Song Guangming and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and get dressed, and follow me to help."

Song Guangming responded, and quickly changed his clothes to help Dr. Meng carry the medicine box and said, "I can help you get the medicine for the doctor. I have a good score in Chinese, and I know the names of the medicines."

Doctor Meng said hello, he said to the people urging outside the door, and finally turned his head to look at Grandma Zhao who was sitting behind her in a wheelchair and watched them off, and said: "Then I will ask Manager Ling to accompany you .”

Grandma Zhao waved her hand: "Go, don't worry about me."

When he opened the door, he saw Dalong's anxious face. Dr. Meng led Song Guangming away without saying a word. The three of them trotted all the way.

Song Guangming: "Uncle, you're strangling me."

"Call me brother." Dalong adjusted his posture holding Song Guangming, and said to Dr. Meng, "I said that I felt a little uncomfortable in the afternoon, but I didn't take it to heart before the due date, and then Sister Yang made a fuss. It’s a big name, and once excited, it completely explodes.”

Dr. Meng: ...

Dr. Meng: "No matter how big the cards are, she doesn't play for money. Why is she excited?"

Dalong explained: "She was excited because she didn't send money, saying that she lost a lot of money and lost a lot of income."

"To play money is to gather people to gamble, and if you still get money, you will go to prison." Dr. Meng said with a sigh, "But it sounds like she is in good spirits, as long as she is energetic."

The three of them trotted all the way to Wang Shucheng's house. They thought that everyone had rested, but they didn't expect that from the door to Wang Shucheng's house, there were aunts and grandmas who came to help.The man is below to help make a fire and boil water, and help find things that may be needed later.

It can be said that the entire Manhattan community was alarmed. Everyone lit candles and homemade oil lamps to illuminate the night like day.

"Give way! The doctor is here!"

Dalong yelled, and the door gave way in an instant, Wang Shucheng turned his head to see Doctor Meng coming, a tiger came down the mountain and rushed over, grabbed his hand and cried bitterly, "Doctor, save my wife! You save my wife!"

Dr. Meng asked him to stop quickly: "You are not inside with your wife, what are you doing outside?"

"He was in there at first, and Xiao Yang thought he was upset by crying and let him get out." Sister Zhang next to him said, "It's still a while before I die, it's too early to cry now."

When Dr. Meng heard this, he quickly looked down at Wang Shucheng, who was crying with snot and tears, thinking that he was really bored, and said quickly: "You go to the property to get alcohol first, my things here need to be disinfected. Then go downstairs and look at it. Hot water, boil more, don’t run out of water.”

"It's useless to cry here, move quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Shucheng wiped away the tears from his face, and said into the room with a loud voice: "Yun, please bear with me for a while, I'll go and prepare something for you and I'll be right back!"

"Get out!" Yang Qianyun replied with full of energy, and she was in good spirits when she heard it, which made Dr. Meng feel a little relieved.

After dismissing the crybaby, Doctor Meng saw that Ling Qing and Yi Chengli were also there, and hurriedly walked over to Ling Qing and said in a low voice, "Grandma Zhao is not doing well, you should go and accompany her, maybe..."

Ling Qing frowned and turned around without saying a word. Yi Chengli wanted to go with him, but was stopped by Doctor Meng and said, "Boss Yi, please make arrangements. Pregnant women will take a long time to give birth, and it may take Eat something to replenish your strength."

Yi Chengli nodded again and again: "I have already called Master Sun, and the stove is already on. Don't worry, if you need anything, just say it, and the property management will fully cooperate."

After Dr. Meng arranged these things, the real challenge began now.After all, he is a psychiatrist and has no experience in obstetrics and gynecology. Moreover, he is still single and his personal experience is blank.

He took a deep breath and was about to humbly ask his sisters, aunts and grandmas for advice, but Brother Qian and his wife smiled at him and comforted him, "Don't worry, Doctor Meng, my mother-in-law is here, she used to be a nurse in the obstetrics and gynecology department. "

Hearing these words, Dr. Meng felt as if a sea needle had been inserted into his heart. He breathed a sigh of relief, nodded repeatedly and said, "That's good, that's good."

He stood at the door and asked loudly about the situation inside, wanting to know what he was doing now, but he got a sentence: "It's too early to wait."

Dr. Meng responded again and again, saying that he was on call at any time and would follow the arrangements of the experienced head nurse Zhu inside.

Everyone sat outside and waited. After a while, Wang Shucheng came back and leaned against the door and asked his wife if he could go in to see him. After getting permission, he sprayed his whole body with alcohol to disinfect before going in.

After a while, he came out and asked Yi Chengli if the stove could be used. His wife wanted something spicy.

Yi Chengli hurriedly took him downstairs, and Wang Shucheng brought hot and sour vermicelli that Mrs. Bao specified from home, and slowly boiled it in hot water to add ingredients.

Master Sun prepared for a long time but did not wait for his own call. He looked at Wang Shucheng and asked, "Can I eat this?"

"She can eat whatever she wants." Wang Shucheng said, and Wang Chunfa over there also rushed over to give him an egg, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, the egg laid today is not fertilized."

Wang Shucheng was embarrassed and refused to take it, Yi Chengli asked him to take it, seeing that he couldn't cheer up, he cheered him up and said: "They are all going to be fathers, so be happy."

He remembered that when the brothers and sisters behind him were born, his father couldn't close his mouth from laughing.

"I can't be happy, I'm anxious and worried." Wang Shucheng sniffed, "I originally planned to go to the hospital to see if it was a painless or caesarean section. I made a reservation at the confinement center, but now it has turned into this."

Yi Chengli was taken aback when he heard this, and Master Sun next to him looked like someone who had just come, and patted Wang Shucheng's shoulder and said, "I understand, when my child was born, there was no sound inside for a long time, and I was so anxious outside."

Several men who were fathers next to him comforted Wang Shucheng, and one of them grabbed his shoulder and said, "Cheer up, don't let your wife have to worry about you after having a baby."

Yi Chengli didn't speak at the side, because he knew that Mr. Yi had never waited anxiously outside the delivery room like these husbands, and only came here after giving birth.

He touched his face and looked at the fans who had already boiled the pot and said, "Okay, okay, you can take it away."

The cooked hot and sour vermicelli was brought in, and Wang Shucheng was relieved when he heard that it was delicious. He sat on the sofa in the living room and began to wait patiently.

Some people greet new life in the light, while others wait for death in the dark.

When Ling Qing hurried to Granny Zhao's house with a lamp in the dark, she was sitting by the window, looking at the east gate in the darkness.

Now the two sat talking in the dark, lit only by candlelight.

By candlelight, Ling Qing watched Grandma Zhao talking more and more energetically in the past, and couldn't help but interrupted: "You are very talkative tonight, I have never heard or seen many things."

He picked up the water next to him and handed it over: "Drink first and then talk."

Grandma Zhao nodded, took a sip from the cup with trembling hands, and asked, "I've been busy talking about it, why hasn't there been any movement over there for a long time? Can Dr. Meng come here alone?"

"Don't worry, when I came, Ms. Yang was in good spirits and could scold her husband, and one of the owners who came to help was the head nurse of the obstetrics and gynecology department before retirement. He has rich experience, so there will be no problem." Ling Qing said.

"That's good, that's good, peace and safety is better than anything else." Grandma Zhao nodded, and suddenly heard the bustle outside, she quickly asked: "Have you waited for so long, did you start giving birth?"

Ling Qing stood by the window and listened for a while, then replied, "Yes, I heard the call for hot water, it should have started."

Grandma Zhao laughed: "It will be dawn soon if we are not born again."

It's just that after the bustling outside, it became quiet again. Ling Qing knew that with Yi Chengli in any situation, it would quickly become stable and orderly. He sat back beside Grandma Zhao, and was about to chat with her again when he saw her looking away as if I'm in a daze.

Grandma Zhao looked at the light coming from the building over there, and remembered that when her child was born, the whole family was anxious and happy.When my own child was born, I anxiously waited outside to pray to God and worship Buddha, and my heart became nostalgic and sad.

"You were born so young, you don't know anything, how did you become so big?" Grandma Zhao spoke softly, as if she was talking to Ling Qing, or talking to herself.

From learning to turn over to sitting up, then babbling, from crawling to walking and finally learning to run and ride a bicycle.

Grandma Zhao has never recalled everything in the past so clearly. She still remembers sending the children to school on the first day. The eldest child did not cry, but the second child kept crying, and she hugged and coaxed her for a long time.

At that time, I thought it was annoying to coax the children, but after watching them grow up day by day, I no longer needed to coax them by myself, but I felt lonely, and I was getting old.

From holding the child by myself to the child picking me up, so many years seem to have passed in an instant.

Grandma Zhao fell into her own memories, and it wasn't until Ling Qing reached out to wipe her tears that she came back to her senses and found that tears had flowed all over her face.

"I'll wipe it for you." Ling Qing said warmly.

She looked at Ling Qing and said, "Time flies too fast. I still remember when I gave birth to my eldest child, the pain was unbearable. In a blink of an eye, I was already so old, and my children all had children."

It's just that they are gone now.

"Yes, time really flies." Ling Qing tried to follow her words and comforted her, "Don't get too excited, it's not good for your health."

"I know my body well. I am at this age, and I am not afraid of death at all. My children and my wife are waiting for me over there."

She patted Ling Qing's hand and said with a choked voice, "I'm not dead, I'm going home."

"Don't say that, what if your children are still alive?" Ling Qing pursed her lips and tried to make her voice normal, and she was still trying to persuade: "Grandma, you can't give up, maybe they are all good Alive, and come back one day?"

Grandma Zhao raised her hand to wipe away the tears on his face, but shook her head silently.

Both of them were silent for a long time, waiting for the tears to stop and calm down, the old man leaned on the wheelchair and looked at the dark night outside and said slowly: "I say it, you young people may think it is superstitious, but the relationship between parents and children is superstitious. There's a sense of intimacy between them."

She touched her chest and paused: "I feel that they are all gone."

There was only a stump of the candle left, and Ling Qing looked at the peaceful smile on the old man's face, and felt that she had made all the preparations, and it would be futile to say anything at this time.

After talking too much just now, Grandma Zhao began to feel a little tired.She slowed down and said, "I was afraid of scaring Song Guangming's child, so I asked him to go out with Dr. Meng. After I leave, he will continue to live in this house. If my family members come back, I won't say anything. If not, leave it to him."

Ling Qing responded, saying that she understood.

Grandma Zhao smiled and boasted, "I'm such a kind old woman."

"Indeed." Ling Qing echoed her words.

Grandma Zhao took his hand and patted it, and after resting for a while, she said, "If peace can be restored in the future, you can save some of our family's inheritance for Song Guangming to go to school, and donate the rest. You are a good man." I trust you, child."

Her voice began to slow down and soften, and she coughed a few times.

Ling Qing quickly picked up the cup on one side and gave her a sip of water: "Talk slowly, don't worry."

Grandma Zhao shook her head but stopped drinking water. She took Ling Qing's hand and looked out of the window and said slowly: "I have nothing to say. I told you before, remember?"

"Remember." Ling Qing nodded.

"You are still young, good days are yet to come, you can't learn from me." Grandma Zhao's voice was already very soft.

Ling Qing wiped away tears and said with a smile: "I try to live longer."

"That's right." Grandma Zhao sighed, feeling suddenly very tired, but she cheered up and said, "In this world, there are natural disasters and man-made disasters, and no one can predict what will happen."

Ling Qing nodded, hearing that she was losing strength, she no longer dared to interrupt.

"Just say what you have to say, and do what you have to do." Grandma Zhao took a few breaths, paused, and said, "Don't wait until the speaker is gone, and don't wait until you are too old to walk. I just wanted to go out and have a look.”

She murmured: "What a pity, the best time wasted."

Ling Qing shook her hand in response, looked at the old man and said softly, "I see."

"Don't think I'm long-winded." Grandma Zhao tried her best to turn her head to look at him, but her vision was beginning to blur.

She said slowly and softly: "Grandma is a little tired and wants to sleep."

"Then I'll help you back to bed." Ling Qing said.

Grandma Zhao shook her head, and the two of them spoke a few more words intermittently, followed by silence.

Ling Qing didn't dare to let go of Grandma Zhao's hand in such silence waiting for death to come, and looked out of the window with her, watching the darkness outside fade away little by little, and the sky began to light up.

Suddenly there was a loud shout outside, and Grandma Zhao opened her closed eyes suddenly, and asked, "Listen, it's so noisy outside, is there a child crying?"

Ling Qing quickly let go of his hands, got up and went to the window to listen carefully. Sure enough, he could vaguely hear people's cheers and laughter. He relaxed in his heart and quickly turned his head and said, "Grandma, the child was born, and..."

He paused, and Grandma Zhao, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had closed her eyes and could not hear his good news, her head tilted to the side was still facing the direction of the east gate, with a smile on her face.

Some people have just left after watching the last glance, and some people have just uttered their first cry. In fact, death and new life never stop in this world, and the cycle of life is endless.

It's just that Ling Qing knew that he was very sad tonight.

The author says:

Grandma Zhao: It's over!