the patient next door

"No." With ghosts in his heart, Qiuben really wanted to know how the patient would answer him, but it didn't take long for them to continue their conversation.

After sneaking back to the ward, Qiu Ben was relieved to see that the nurse was too busy to notice them.Hastily put on the sick clothes, lifted the quilt and lay down in. The time on the claw machine has already pointed to the time period for their daily temperature and blood pressure measurement.

Not long after, the door was knocked three times.The difference is that usually one person came in, but this time there were two people.One of the nurses is holding an IV pole, while the other is pushing a treatment cart.

Inserting the infusion stand into the hole in the bed board of the hospital bed, the two checked the stickers on the rehydration bottle and hung it on the infusion stand after confirming that it was correct, followed by the usual exhaust.

Before that, they didn't even take a sugar-coated tablet, so they slightly rejected the sudden visit of Akimoto for intravenous infusion.But he concealed it well, without showing any reluctance.

Exchanging glances with the patient, Akimoto compared the rehydration fluid that the two were about to hoist into their bodies.Regardless of the color, the size of the package, or even the medicine and dosage, these made him feel more balanced. At least, he and the patient suffered the same amount of suffering.

Nodding in relief, Qiuben gave his hand to the little nurse, allowing her to put on a tourniquet and strangle his wrist.

Patting and kneading, the slender black needle pierced the epidermis, punctured the blue blood vessel, and the bright red blood flowed back.The little nurse's injection technique is very good, and Akimoto hardly felt any pain. In the blink of an eye, the slender leather strap was fixed on his hand, and the transparent liquid flowed into the blood vessel little by little. At the same time, he felt cold, and Akimoto put his hand into the quilt tube .

The patient in the next bed was also stabbed with needles. Seeing him turning his head, he smiled softly at him, and the image of a sickly beauty for a moment stuck into Qiuben's thoughts again.Curling the corners of his lips in return, Akimoto lowered his head and pulled the quilt.

While recording the infusion time, the little nurse explained the effects of the medicine to them, and at the end she casually mentioned that she should say hello to them the next time she went out, otherwise they would be troubled if they could not find anyone.

Akimoto nodded, indicating that he had listened. He took the thermometer handed over by the little nurse and stuffed it into his clothes. He slightly raised his hand that was not needled, and asked her to tie the cuff cooperatively.With the inhalation of the air, the arm felt suffocated a little bit.

"Hmm...the blood pressure is a little high, Mr. Akimoto." Glancing at Akimoto resentfully, the eyes were full of pride in catching the braids. The little nurse let go, put away the sphygmomanometer, and held his hand instead, watching Looking at the watch pinned to the pocket of his clothes, he took a pulse.

"Really?" Disapprovingly, Qiu Ben pouted and motioned to the patient in the next bed. "Yukimura-kun probably has the same situation as me." He said in a positive tone, very sure that the patient would be in the same situation as him, after all, both of them rushed into the ward to change clothes.

"No, Yukimura-kun's blood pressure is very good." Hearing what he said, another little nurse serving the patients hurriedly said.

"Huh? Is that so..." I don't know if it was a cover-up, but Qiu Ben didn't really believe what the little nurse said.

"Hehe, Akimoto-kun, we are different." Looking at Akimoto teasingly, Yukimura waited for his reaction with interest.

"Yeah, I'm different from Yukimura-kun..." The same words, but the meanings are quite different, Akimoto spread his hands, very helpless, "My family has a history of high blood pressure, high blood pressure is also very It's normal, after all, the things in this gene can't be changed just by saying."

He found a good reason for himself, and Akimoto excused himself legitimately.While overthrowing the patients, he also dismissed the theatergoers. After estimating the time, Akimoto took out the thermometer tucked in his clothes and handed it to the little nurse.

The good thing is that his body temperature is normal, hovering around 37 degrees Celsius, which also makes the little nurse no source of 'finding fault'.

After sending them away in a few words, Qiu Ben slipped into the bed to catch up on sleep.The advantage of the patient in the next bed is that whenever he is silent, he will not find something to talk about.Since the nurse will regularly inspect the patients being treated, Akimoto is not worried at all that the solution in his bottle will be empty.No matter how bad it is, there are also patients. Anyway, the infusion of both of them is carried out at the same time, and the number of drops is almost the same. Based on this, the progress of the infusion should be similar.

Thinking of this, Qiu Ben An Xin closed his eyes, and when he woke up again, it was already dinner time, and the needle in his hand disappeared as expected, leaving only the translucent infusion sticker, pressing the needle eye impartially.

After tearing off the blood-stained transfusion stickers and throwing them into the wastebasket, Qiu Ben stretched.He heard the sound of the food truck outside, opened the door, and saw Auntie Dafan.

I took the soup lunch box and waited at the door for the food truck to come.Compared with the noise outside, it was unusually quiet inside the door, and it was only then that Qiu Ben noticed that the patient was not there.

After thinking about it, he still took the bowl next to the patient's bed and helped to make rice and soup.

The food in the hospital cafeteria is generally bland, and there are only two words to describe it - unpalatable.However, at the time when waste oil was rampant outside, Qiuben still chose the sick meal in the hospital.

When he was halfway through eating, the patient finally came back.When he saw the food on the table, his eyes flickered slightly, but Akimoto, who was paying attention, noticed it.

"I called you back on my own, don't you mind?" Asking this, Qiu Ben denied that the patient would not be so narrow-minded.Everyone has this obsession with cleanliness, but it's just a matter of mediocrity. If his kindness suffers from the liver and lungs of a donkey, then Qiuben will definitely wash his eyes.

"No, thank you."

"You're welcome." Waving his hand, Akimoto was thankful for his RP (personality).

The two of them finished their meal relatively silently, and once again got up to do nothing.After tidying up the dinner plates, washing them and drying them, Akimoto dug out the booty he had gone out with today.In addition to small items, there is also a new issue of the publication.

I don't know if it's because people are fans of tennis these days, but Akimoto has no interest in the tennis pendant included in the gift of the magazine, and doesn't want to misunderstand people by hanging something that doesn't match it.

"Yukimura-kun, do you like tennis very much?" Touching the pendant in his hand, Akimoto asked the patient in the next bed.In the taxi, I heard a patient say that he plays tennis, so he must like it very much.If it were him, he would never face the things he hates day and night.

"Well, tennis is who I am."

"Really..." Some accidental patients compared tennis to themselves, and Akimoto handed out the things, "This is for you."

"...Thank you." Yukimura thanked after taking the pendant.Caressing the miniature metal tennis ball, looking out the window in rapt attention.

On the phone, Sanada reported to him the situation in the club as usual, and he also told him "thank you" as always, although he always told them not to worry about themselves and to play well, but he became more and more uncertain in his heart.

His current physical condition can no longer afford high-intensity training, and he can't even complete a game. Can he really complete the three-game winning streak with them like this?This year he is already in the third grade, and next year he will go to high school and leave the Lihai University Affiliated Middle School. For the last year, he doesn't want to have to spend it in the hospital.

Thinking about the operation plan mentioned by the attending doctor in the afternoon, Yukimura was a little tempted.Although the accompanying risks were beyond his imagination, he still decided to take a gamble.Even if there is only a little hope, he still wants to try and fulfill his promise to go to the national competition with them.

Thinking of this, Yukimura became more determined.

"Akimoto-kun, thank you, I will keep it well."

"You're welcome." Unexpectedly, what he helped the patient, and seeing the changes in the patient, Qiu Ben swallowed the words back.

On this day, after finishing the treatment, Qiuben sat by the bed as usual and watched the scenery outside the window.

"Qiu Ben-kun, my classmate is coming to see me later, can I trouble you to clean up?" The patient in the next bed looked at the time and suddenly called out.After the two got acquainted, Akimoto and Yukimura were no longer as unfamiliar as before, just like the old patients would only twitch their mouths when they disliked him for being sloppy, darken their expressions and hold back their words.But now, in front of his face, she gently reminded him that it was time to clean up.

Akimoto could no longer pretend to ignore this.

"Huh? Ah, I'll do it later." Akimoto delayed the 'labor time' to postpone the execution.He is not a girl, and his patient is not his love object. In front of him, Qiuben doesn't care about his own image.

Compared with his 'normal' habit (habitually making garbage), the cleanliness of the patient is worth exploring. What does a boy want to be so clean?A normal men's dormitory is full of socks and rubbish, and the whole room is full of stench.

Everything is in order, just like the lesson plans, perfect and perfect, don't you find it boring to be a human being like this?Wouldn't it be nice to be a little lazy once in a while, to take a break, to be sloppy, and to relax yourself?

Thinking of this, Akimoto didn't want to move anymore.And his indifference finally made the patient feel uncomfortable, Yukimura dialed the phone and asked the person on the other end of the phone to go to the roof of the building to find him.Then he said a few more words, hung up the call, and went out the door without looking back. The sound of the door closing was slightly louder than before.

In normal times, Qiuben would not have to pay attention to his patients, but he was still a little guilty, and because of this, Qiuben began to tidy up his sundries.

I don't feel it when I use it, I just throw it on the bed when I want it, and I don't realize that there are too many things when I tidy it up.His nest is comparable to a hamster's home, dirty but not dirty, but there are too many waste products.

Little by little, he put them into the cabinets and drawers, not wanting the patients to look down on him, and deliberately lined them up from big to small. When he finished, he was sweating a little.

Taking out the washbasin and opening the door, Qiuben wanted to go out and get some hot water to wash his face.The thermos that my aunt had filled with water before was empty after he drank it. Thinking that he might have to drink water at night, Akimoto took it out again and walked out.

After wiping his face in the tea room and refilling the water, Qiu Ben went back home, not wanting to see the patient talking with the attending doctor in the aisle.

He didn't need to listen carefully, the voice in the narrow space easily reached his ears, and Qiu Ben heard the word 'operation' in their conversation.

It was probably the first time that Qiuben felt like a fool. He thought that he knew his patients very well during the time they lived together, but he didn't want to know that he was about to have an operation. If he hadn't overheard them Akimoto thought he would only learn the news after the patient entered the operating room.