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After the doctor replaced the last bottle, Dad got up and went out to buy lunch.
The white walls, white roof, and even the bed sheets are all white. The whole body is sober, telling the story of the hospital.
I was lying on the bed, thinking about everything that happened today, and I really felt that I was too immature.
Because of my ignorance and arrogance, I made my family worry, and I finally let myself lie down.
Watching the liquid in the hanging bottle drop drop by drop, I feel that time passes so slowly!
The current body has improved a lot due to the infusion of a bottle of liquid, the body temperature is no longer as high as it was at the beginning, the head is also awake, and the vision has returned to normal.
"I went out for a while, and I packed two meals in the restaurant and came back." Dad came back with the meals.
"Oh, what kind of food did you buy?" I asked.
"Stir-fried meat with lettuce, and roast beef with carrots." Dad said while handing me the opened lunch box.
I sat up a little bit, took the lunch box, and ate with my father.
Both dishes look very attractive, whether it is the color matching or the aroma of the dishes, they are all excellent.
I took a couple of mouthfuls full of joy, but because of the cold, my tongue's sense of taste had problems, and the taste was very bland, not very tasty.
Seeing my father looking forward to it, I quickly started eating again, and while eating, I signaled my father to eat too. In fact, I was also very hungry, but the taste sensitivity of my tongue decreased, which affected the taste of the food.
But the taste of the food is really good!
After eating lunch slowly, there was still half a bottle of liquid in the bottle that needed to be infused. My father observed me and felt that the problem was not serious, and said: "Ren Tao, if you are sleepy, just squint. Ha just lost."
"Well, okay, Dad, you should sleep too, anyway, there is nothing to do now." I said.
The temperature of the sun at noon is very high, and you can feel the rolling heat waves through the windows.
Dad picked up the newly bought newspaper, leaned on the chair and read it, while I slowly fell into a dream
I don't know how long it took, I woke up and found that my father was lying on my calf, leaning against the bed and falling asleep.
And there is still a small half bottle of liquid in the hanging bottle that has not been dripped.
Judging by the sky, it should be past two o'clock, right? After the half bottle is finished, it will be afternoon? What school! It's all over!
No, you can't just go home right? This is not my style!
So I recalled that before the infusion, the doctor fiddled with the rolling ball in the middle of the tube for a long time, and the falling speed of the drip changed. So this should be used to adjust the speed of the infusion, right?
As soon as I grasped the regulator, I pressed my thumb on the gear-shaped disc-shaped object, and turned it clockwise, but found that the direction was wrong.
Toggle in the opposite direction again, hey! Can move!
"How much should I adjust?" I don't know how much to adjust at the moment, so I just try it.
Gently pushed the gear up three scales, carefully watched the speed of the drop, and after observing for a few seconds, suddenly found that there was no change.
"Try to adjust it faster!" So I pushed forward 3 more scales, and the position of the gear is already in the middle, it seems that it should be from the lowest setting to the middle speed.
However, after observing the liquid, I found that the medium speed was only slightly faster than at the beginning, and did not increase significantly.
However, for the sake of caution, I stopped the movement at this moment, let go of the gear, and stopped to continue adjusting.
After a minute or so passed and I found that my body had no abnormal reaction, I picked up the gear again.
"Would you like to try the fastest speed?" With this thought in my heart, I couldn't hold back the movement of my hand anymore, and pushed the gear to the other end in one breath.
"Drip~drip~drip~" The falling speed of the liquid is almost doubled, and I am full of joy watching it, which can save half the time.
I can also go back to school with my father, thank Teacher Song in person, and return the money to the teacher.
Well, thinking about it, I think it's perfect~!
But the good times didn't last long. After four or five seconds, a bad feeling rose in my heart.
The reason comes from my left hand.
After I adjusted the infusion rhythm, the place where the needle was inserted on the back of the hand began to gradually cool down.
In just a few seconds, the cold area has spread from the back of the hand to the wrist.
"Shouldn't be a problem, right? Maybe it's because I'm not healthy yet.Get used to it, and after you get used to it, your body temperature should be back to normal. "I thought to myself comfortingly.
Full of anticipation, but full of panic in return!
The cold area continues up the wrist, and half of the arm has cooled down. I rely on! Now it's time to play Dafa! I'm not going to break myself, am I?
With a nervous mood, I clenched my fist uncertainly, moved my arm again, and found that every finger was conscious except for the coldness. It seemed that the liquid was too cold, not as serious as I thought.
After a little relief, I gently lifted the quilt and covered my arms, hoping that the thin quilt could bring it some warmth. Of course, I never dared to leave the bottle for a moment.
The liquid in the bottle was getting less and less, and my left hand was finally cold from the wrist to the whole arm.
The part covered by the quilt didn't heat up at all, so I had to knead my shoulders with my right hand, using my body heat to resist the spread of cold air.
Fortunately, the cold did not pass over my shoulders, otherwise my heart would be cold!
After the tense sweat slowly dissipated, the liquid finally dripped to the end.
"Dad, I'm about to lose." I yelled softly. Although I couldn't bear to wake up Dad, my heart was already restless looking forward to going back soon.
"Oh, it's over? Then I'll call the doctor right away." Dad rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out.
After the doctor came in, he seemed to have noticed something, stared at me for a while, and then pulled out the needle in my hand.
"Don't be so messy in the future, it's easy to go wrong." Before leaving, the doctor warned again.
Dad thought the doctor was kind enough to remind me not to eat eggs and go for a run when I was sick. Only I knew that she had discovered that I had switched the infusion gear.
I tried my best to squeeze out an ugly smile, but didn't dare to answer.
After completing the formalities, I walked to the school with my father.
Back at school, there was still a while before school ended, my father took me to find the head teacher, and after thanking me, my father led me to leave the school first.
After all, my father ran back from a long distance, Teacher Song specially allowed me to go back earlier, so it should be considered as a way to cultivate my body!
"Don't mess around in the future, do you understand?" Back on the street again, my father found a tricycle, and after negotiating the price with the master, he said to me as soon as he got in the car.
"Got it!" I don't dare to be so messy again, it's just like dying!
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