The story of Xiao Lou (2)

On the night of the Lantern Festival, it should have been the noise of the flower market. After dusk, our town is still submerged in deep silence. In the past half a month, we have experienced a series of looting such as masks, thermometers, disinfectant and Shuanghuanglian. Perhaps, the sweetness of Yuanxiao can slightly alleviate the panic in our hearts for days. People who brush the screen may be more eager to know when the turning point of our epidemic will come.

The small building outside the window is still the most dazzling place under the night sky. I used to look at the bright lights in the room before going to bed. I believe that when everything here melts into the night, the sky in our small town will really light up.

This shouldn't be a secret. When the first-level response of Jincheng started, this small building, which used to be the infectious diseases department, had successfully completed the three-story transformation and began to receive medical treatment. A week later, the epidemic is still menacing. With the diagnosis of the first case of COVID-19, the original ward on the second floor has been rearranged and put into use, and the original staff of the Infectious Diseases Department turned around and put into a new battle.

It doesn't seem to be my fault. I forgot here, I must "blame" the head nurse Zhang Caixia, who is my senior sister with the same name as me and didn't reply to any of my New Year greetings! When the nursing department openly recruited the front-line people, I realized that she was in the small building with her former sisters!

I'm even more curious about everything inside. I wonder how many stories I don't know are behind their dents and swollen hands. I am curious about my senior Lian Po, who is 5 1 year old. She is old. Can she still eat?

Finally, I clearly outlined all the pictures about them from the omnipotent WeChat contacts. These pictures with white as the main color are all telling the story of God and angels.

People who live here are real gods! From the disinfection of the ward to the injection and infusion, from making the bed and folding the quilt to eating and drinking water, including all the excrement dumping, the nurses here are all hands-on! No family, no health workers, they even have to play the role of nanny! In order to save time and scarce medical resources, they have to settle everything before leaving the work area, and what is waiting for them is usually cold food! Eating on time is purely a luxury. Tired girls sometimes fall asleep in their chairs.

Didn't you say that nurses are angels? Are there such poor angels? Under the long-term stimulation of disinfectant, their hands were covered with small thorns and they wore heavy protective clothing. They can't see each other clearly If they need to communicate with each other, they must raise their voices to the maximum decibel and tear their throats that are even more afraid to drink water! Wearing thin autumn trousers, one night's night shift is enough to soak through!

I finally burst into tears! Have these girls as beautiful as flowers and babies ever taken care of their parents like this? My long, slightly weak senior, in the face of such high-intensity work, can she still eat it?

"Hey, I participated in SARS, nothing, I have suffered from them."

"Actually, I want to cry."

She left one message after another, which made my already nervous heart even tighter. I can imagine how much she has to pay to take care of her chickens like an old hen in such a severe situation!

"Take care of our little Zhang Jun, too."

I made a face at her. Zhang Jun, a girl in obstetrics and gynecology, has just joined this group. She's only been working for over a year. She is really tired at this hot-blooded age. Cry. It doesn't matter. Anyway, no one knows who you are under the thick protective clothing.

Today, the first infected COVID-19 patient was discharged from the hospital, which is definitely the latest good news. But can we sing? Can we raise our glasses? I am worried when I look at the small building with ambulances approaching from time to time outside the window.

? There is still smoking in the small building, and my senior sister who passed by my fate is still trying to run. Who am I to retreat in the corner of my own house?

If the first registration is based on loneliness, then the second registration must be thoughtful. I believe that martyrs still have courage in their twilight years!