The doctor called and then said to the child's mother: "I have been rescued, but I am in the ICU. Didn't your husband tell you? It's not easy to visit. Why don't you call your husband, or I'll take you to find your husband before you find a way? Don't disturb other patients' rest, come with me."

After hearing this, I realized why the child was not sniped last night. It was when I was asleep.

When I think of the ICU, I think of the heavy and mechanical sound of ventilators. Will the child be lonely in such a place?

This was my first time trying to snipe so far, and I began to recall the ventilator in the ICU in my mind.

It was a very long dream, and I think it would be even longer than the older grandfather playing chess.

I dreamed of the deep sea, dreamed of suffocation, dreamed of whales, dreamed of fish preyed by whales.

I dreamed of the ups and downs of the sea, the ups and downs of the ship, the ups and downs of the ventilator, and the mechanical sounds of the running and the ventilator working from the oxygen pump.

I could see a child floating above the sea, and I was now on a raft that was constantly rising and falling.

"Child." I shouted.

I could see the child floating and struggling on the sea as if he was choking.

I can't swim, but I jumped off the raft immediately.

I began to swim towards the drowning child bit by bit.

I don't know how much saliva I choked, but I found that I could breathe even underwater.

It was only now that I remembered that I was still in a dream, and I came to save the child.

I pulled the raft where I was and swam towards the drowning child.

Soon I grabbed the flapping child and pushed the child onto the raft.

Seeing the child holding the raft tightly, I also stood on the raft.

The rafts kept rising and falling on the sea, and I looked at them and shouted, "Are you okay?"

The child looked at me in panic, and I stared at the child in front of me with the joy of victory.

"Uncle, where is this?" the child said.

"Am I that old?" I said with a wry smile.

"So brother, where is this?" the child changed his name.

I observed around, pointed to the child's head and said, "This should be in your head."

"I have nothing in my mind?" the child said in confusion.

"If you have imagination, then there is everything here." I said to the child.

The child looked at me and said, "What is imagination? I only know that I feel so uncomfortable. I'm breathing so hard, and I see myself sinking under the water. Thank you brother, for saving me, otherwise I will be drowned."

"Don't be too happy too early. We haven't overcome the difficulties yet." I said with a wry smile.

At this moment, the raft was constantly floating on the turbulent sea, and big waves came from time to time.

I felt the splashes I was calling me and felt that they were no different from the air, but the child was turned on and felt like he was suffocated.

He kept choking out of his mouth and looked very uncomfortable.

I began to fantasize about an island, but nothing appeared.

I looked at the child and thought of everything before, and seemed to understand something. The child was very uncomfortable at this moment and had no imagination at all.

So there is darkness here without light, and the child drowning in the sea and it is difficult for him to breathe.

The child is showing that he should rely on a ventilator in the ICU to maintain his life.

I looked at the child and said, "Can you think of something good?"

The child shook his head and gasped hard after the next big wave.

I started to hold my breath, but looking at the child's uncomfortable expression, I knew it was still far from it.

I began to grab my nose and mouth with my hands and began to feel the child's feelings.

My breathing became more and more difficult, and the raft under my feet disappeared.

The child fell back into the water and began to struggle.

I began to struggle like the child, feeling the child's discomfort.

I understand that the raft is something I brought with me, and now the raft is unable to concentrate because of my discomfort.

I started thinking about something interesting that would make myself less sad.

I thought of the young lady who was picked up by her husband.

I thought of Chen Hao who was able to be understood by his family and was undergoing surgery.

I thought of the old man who could be so happy with the game of chess.

I remembered the Hongmei who wanted to see her children busy making money for this.

I thought of myself who had a relationship with my mother and grandma.

I thought of what my parents once taught my children. The parents of children always say that if they feel uncomfortable, remember to be calm.

Then exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale.

I reached out and gave the drowning child a hug, and began to follow the child and said in detail: "Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale."

The child started to breathe as I said, and the original big waves gradually began to stabilize.

The child, who was originally beaten by the waves, stood firmly on it with the raft that appeared under my feet.

The child began to breathe rhythmically, and I also breathed rhythmically.

What came from my ear was the sound of the ventilator at that time, and I closed my eyes slightly.

When I opened it again, I found that I was lying on the hospital bed, with nothing around. This was a separate ward.

The nurse in front of me looked at me and said, "You are finally awake."

I said in confusion: "What happened?"

"I called your home and you finally woke up. It's great to wake up. I'll call the doctor." The nurse immediately put down her phone and rushed out of the room. The Korean drama was played on the phone.

When the mobile phone was placed on the table, I also wrote a book, and the page fell on the ground, and the subtitles were completely spread out, saying that the general prenatal care routine was written.

This also has a bookmark. The eyes are exposed, inhale, and inhale. Inhale is marked with a red line in the first paragraph and the words given for the given question are noted.

"Hey, you left like that?" I said with difficulty.

The door of the hospital bed was half open, and a slightly fat little boy shook his cell phone and said, "Sister, kill two games?"

"Hey, where is Sister Xiaolu?" the little boy said in confusion.

At this moment, I could see the little boy holding his phone in his hand showing the Glory of Kings.

The nurse brought the doctor in. The nurse grabbed the little boy and whispered: "I will accompany you out to find your mother today. We won't call you. If you return your phone to them early, I shouldn't teach you to play games. Last time you ordered random money from your mother's phone, you Xiaolu sister almost got scolded, do you know?" After the nurse who took care of me said that, he pushed the little boy out of the house.

The doctor looked at the medical record at my bedside and said, "I recovered well, but the medicine cannot be stopped. Please be careful, don't forget it because the child comes to you."

"Okay, doctor." The nurse chased the little boy out.

"What medicine?" I said in confusion.

The doctor pointed to the rebate above and said, "For anti-rejection medicine, both of your kidneys have been crushed by the broken glass residue and iron plates. I'll call your family if your mother gave you half of the kidney."

After the doctor left, the room became quiet again, and the ventilator in my ear kept rising and falling.

I don't like this sound, but I obviously can't move it.

With the buzzing of mosquitoes, I looked at the calendar at the head of the bed and showed that June was not a month since my car accident.

There is also a TV set in the air on the side, which is playing the Journey to the West that each TV station loves to play the most.
Chapter completed!