the patient next door

'Beep', the system beeps, and a low battery prompt pops up on the screen. Press the pop-up box, and Qiuben looks for the charging data cable and connector.I remember that he used it to charge it the night before, but he didn't know where he threw it.

In the era of high-tech development, communication equipment has developed from being only able to make calls at the beginning to integrating video and the Internet today. The thick and small machine has gradually evolved into a thin and large screen. increase.In the past, I had to bring an mp3 to listen to music, an mp4 to watch videos, and a PSP to play games, but now only one phone is enough.But at the same time everything is good, there is only one thing that is not satisfactory.

No matter how big it is, a battery can’t handle a day’s entertainment, and running in the background from time to time will consume a small battery, and every software that occupies memory will reduce the total time of mobile phone power consumption.After a while, the phone will prompt that the battery is low, and then automatically shut down.

After rummaging through the bedside and drawers, Akimoto finally found the 'emergency thing', connected the connector, pressed it into the socket, waited for the battery to be fully charged, and looked around boredly.

This is a ward for two people. The guy in the green hospital gown next to him is his patient friend and roommate. Like him, he is also an unfortunate child abandoned by the god of fate.

"Is something wrong?" Feeling the sight, the boy raised his head.

"What time is it?" Akimoto asked, holding his chin.

The boy glanced at Qiuben's mobile phone that was plugged in and charged directly, then turned his head and looked at the electronic clock beside his bed.

"Twenty past eight." Reporting the time according to the facts, the young man closed the pages of the book, put it in a drawer, straightened his clothes, and sat upright. "It's going to be rounds soon."

"En." Wuyi replied, but Qiu didn't care.

"Your mobile phone..." Pointing to the socket of Qiuben's direct charging, the boy motioned him to unplug it.Although every wall in the hospital is equipped with sockets, those are used to connect to medical facilities, and family members and patients can also temporarily use them for emergency use on weekdays. However, at this moment, doctors and nurses will check Room time.

"Hi, hi." Raising his hand in surrender, Akimoto obediently unplugged his phone, which was not fully charged, grabbed the ball of string and stuffed it under the pillow.The patient in the next bed couldn't see him in such a mess, his delicate brows were frowned, but he didn't say much.

Not long after, footsteps came from outside the door, stepping on the floor tiles randomly, indicating that there were a large number of people, and there were intermittent voices behind the poorly sound-proof door.After that, there were three polite knocks on the door.

"Excuse me." The little nurse pushed open the door, and the medical staff walked in one after another, blocking up the two-person ward.

Akimoto leaned against the head of the bed, waiting quietly. The patient in the next bed humbly responded to the doctor's unchanging greetings, with an official smirk on his beautiful face, explaining his subjective feelings from time to time.In the same way, the doctor who asked him a question also avoided it with a lot of twists and turns, making it official.

"How is Qiu Ben-kun feeling today? Is there any discomfort?" At that moment, the conversation turned to him.The patient in the next bed didn't get the answer he wanted, and at the same time, he couldn't ask anything about it. His gloomy and tired face made people feel a little worried.

"Well, it's good." Pulling out the phone that had run out of power, Akimoto placed it in front of the medical staff, "Look, it's out of battery."

"Hehe, Akimoto-kun is really energetic." The doctor at the front gave a dry laugh, and asked a few words in a nonchalant way around the topic. After the momentum was over, everyone left in a hurry to go to the next stop.

The onlookers were sent away, and the small ward became wider again.The sun outside the window is just right, it is a good weather.Stretching, Qiu Benpa pulled out a coat and put it on, kicked on the indoor slippers, and opened the door.Before a plan is determined, he doesn't have any treatment to do. It's a rare sunny day, why not go out and bask in the sun.

Follow the signs and go upstairs, there is a rooftop on the roof.Push open the unlocked door, walk in, and there are some small things scattered on the thin poles scattered around, scattered on both sides, the aisle is opened independently, and further forward, there is a balcony separated by barbed wire.The sky above was divided into even diamonds one after another. If you want to see the sky, you can only look out through the gap.The medical side had to pay attention to the previous incidents of jumping off buildings, so this happened.

Randomly finding an open space, Akimoto brushed the whisk and sat down with his legs bent.In this season, the ground is still a bit cold, but he doesn't care.

When the symptoms of a cold first appeared, he thought it was because of his weak resistance, so he took a few pills to deal with it. Who would have thought that diarrhea would start in the middle of the night, so he repeatedly checked the expiration date on the medicine package and the enclosed instructions However, at that time, Akimoto didn't pay much attention to it. Thinking of the mild gastrointestinal problems caused by his irregular diet, he felt relieved.

It wasn't until one day when his hands and feet were numb and he fell to the ground that he realized that the situation was unusual.Because of this, he was taken to the hospital by his family, and when the examination report came out that day, he was admitted.The patient in the next bed must have the same symptoms as him, otherwise they would not have lived together for no reason. This is not a hotel, and the two are randomly assigned.

He doesn't know how the hospital's overall system is, but he still has a little bit of common sense.Just like patients with similar diseases will be raised together in a pen, it can give them a companion, and it is also convenient for doctors and nurses to manage together.Just as a seriously ill person will never be in the same room as a mildly ill person, it will cause differences between the two, and the same kind can not only have a common language, but also will not add unnecessary jealousy.

Fa Qiuben doesn't know why there is a "common language". He only knows that he and his patients are the two ends of the magnet, the positive and negative poles, which cannot intersect and are polarized at the same time.

The patient moved in almost at the same time as him. Compared with him, the two had different personalities.The patient is the kind of person who seems to be weak but is actually very firm. He is also reasonable in his daily life and has an orderly living habit; and Qiuben himself is the kind of careless and careless sloppy person. It seems that the patient's cabinet bed is always bigger than his. As clean as he is, he always has rubbish that can't be cleaned up.As time passed, the estrangement between the two became more and more magnified.

Except for the daily greetings, those so-called heart-to-heart exchanges and sharing of experiences did not exist between the two of them.Just like doctors and nurses like their patients more than him, even the children around them like to go to their patients.

However, he didn't feel how lonely and unbearable he was. He assumed the mentality of a sick person, and now he should pretend to be a 2B role to death.

After getting enough fresh air and enough ultraviolet rays, Akimoto felt that the germs on his body had decreased a lot, and it was time to go back.

Patted his buttocks, got up from the ground, moved in a hurry, a little dizzy, and things turned into two.After resting for a while, Qiuben stood up straight, guessing that the patient should sort out his mood at this moment, so Qiuben stepped up and prepared to go back to the room.

When passing by the nurse's station, I didn't see an 'angel' wearing a white coat. Looking at the time, it should be the time for the patients to receive treatment.Walking away swaggeringly, along the straight corridor, Akimoto counted the house numbers.

"Yukimura, are you okay?"

"Well, I'm fine, I've made you worry." Before we got there, I heard the patient's voice from a distance, through the door, a little vague.The patient's voice is a nice juvenile alto, soft and clear, which he can recognize very well after hearing it once.

It seems that now he happened to meet someone else's meeting time, so Akimoto turned around consciously and prepared to come back later.Unable to think of another good place to go, Akimoto returned to the old place again and went up to the top floor.His eyes flicked across the square surface, and he looked at every corner.Now is a certain point, a certain minute, a certain second, Akimoto changed his posture and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.With a bright and sad posture, doing silly actions.

Cotton candy floats on the blue canvas, and the clouds that change from time to time are in a variety of shapes.The white velvet made his eyes sore, and the eye sockets were filled with liquid secretions, and Akimoto secretly spurned it with a slightly sore nose.

Inhaling his nostrils, Akimoto shrank his neck, curled up, and pillowed his arms in this sunny and ample place.

This sleep, until the glutton in the belly blew the percussion music.Gulu Gulu, the echo of bowel movements was amplified infinitely.I still remember that he drank a big bowl of porridge and ate an egg for breakfast. Counting the mustard in the porridge, it was probably more than two taels.Although he knew that drinking porridge would make him hungry quickly, but the premise was that he had to go to the toilet to urinate to count. At this moment, apart from the accident of urination, he was more concerned about the physical hunger of being hungry.

Shaking his numb elbow, Qiuben got up and walked back, groping for the ward familiarly.

Well, I didn't hear anyone talking this time.With his ear pressed against the door, Akimoto listened carefully to the corner of the wall, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.Patting his heart, he was about to stand up straight and push the door open.

"Akimoto-kun..."

What happens if someone catches you on the spot?Is it a bitter potion decoction to serve?Or are various injection methods taking turns?This is the first torture that Akimoto thought of as a patient, after he did this kind of sneaky behavior similar to a moron following someone's door to listen to the corner.

However, the nurse only called out his surname in a little surprise, and then walked around him and pushed open the door of the ward, holding the four-piece plain shell on the bed in her hand, and not far behind her was getting closer and closer. The sweeping aunt.Auntie has a mop in one hand, a dustpan in one hand, and a broom in the other. She is very energetic.

Surprised that no sutras were chanted, Akimoto followed him into the door.In the room, the patient is drooping his head, covering his head and covering his hair, surrounded by a sense of frustration and despondency.Water stains ran rampant on the floor tiles not far away, and broken glass fragments scattered all over the floor.Looking around, Akimoto found the location of the accident, which was the single bed where the patient lived and slept.

At this moment, the patient is sitting on the armchair with his legs close together. His overly long temple hair covers his face with the movement of lowering his head. Looking from a distance, he can only see a messy ball of wool, which is still the kind of tangled knot. .

The attending doctor on the side pressed the patient's shoulder and comforted him in a low voice; the little nurse was holding a thermometer and a blood pressure instrument in her hand and wanted to take four tests (body temperature, blood pressure, pulse, and respiration) on the patient, but the patient was in the interval of onset. It can be said to be deaf.

Several people were waiting for the patient to get over the pain, and a depressive atmosphere filled the whole room for a while.Akimoto felt that he was a bit redundant, those people formed a group together, and he was excluded like an outsider.

Slowing down his pace, Akimoto walked slowly towards his hospital bed, staying away from that circle indifferently.He is not a person full of sympathy, there are so many seriously ill people in this world, it is impossible for him to cry when he sees one, just like the sadness of the Virgin Mary.What's more, his own condition is not much better than that of the patient.

The medical staff were probably used to seeing all kinds of people, so they didn't have much thought about Akimoto's indifference. They just considered the patient's situation and asked him to vacate the bed temporarily.

The patient's bed was overturned by the water cup and caused a bed-wetting incident. Akimoto looked at the wet place and nodded.Pull out the mobile phone, data cables and connectors from under the pillow, and brush off the snack residue from the place where the soft cushion is exposed on the drooping bed sheet. Qiu Ben pulls back the bed sheet, throws the quilt tube to one side to leave a space, and flattens the wrinkles before standing still stand up straight.

Walking out of the aisle, Akimoto dragged another armchair and sat face down on the hard and cold pole.

"Qiuben-kun, it's really hard work for you."

"...No." Hearing the patient's voice suddenly, Akimoto couldn't react in time.

Seeing the little nurse helping the patient to lie on his bed, Qiu Ben looked carefully with his chin in his hands.The patient's pale face looked sickly, his sweaty hair was still sticking to his cheeks, and his eyes under the forehead hair were also a little lax.

After taking the four tests for the patient, the little nurse left the ward with the doctor after a few words of comfort. Qiu Ben remained silent in a daze, and could no longer feel the previous hunger.

"Hey, Akimoto-kun, what do you think the future is?" Looking up at the incandescent lamp on the ceiling, Yukimura asked the only being in the ward.

After a long time, Qiuben realized that the patient was talking to him, and lay on his stomach with another hand, looking at the leaves falling from the window from time to time, feeling a little ironic.

"Yukimura-kun, do you want me to sympathize with you by asking this question?" He didn't turn his head to look at him, "You know, sympathy is worthless at all. Instead of sympathizing with you, I might as well sympathize with myself."