As long as someone is here.

Last night, I heard that my friend was in hospital and had a cerebral hemorrhage. These three words hold on to my heart-there are too many people left behind. Five of us went to the hospital this morning. As soon as I entered the ward, my friend was lying on the support bed. There was a smile on his face when he saw us. At that moment, my heart fell into my stomach: the worst thing didn't happen.

From his mouth, we know what happened. Four days ago, he was on duty at work. Suddenly, his hand lost consciousness and the cigarette fell to the ground. He felt something was wrong. He just stood up, his legs lost consciousness and he fell to the ground. Fortunately, there is a colleague next to me. I'll call 120 immediately to inform my family. I immediately sent it directly to Linfen.

What he felt most was in the emergency hall. He had a splitting headache and felt for the first time what life was worse than death. Later, he had to go to the toilet, but the doctor asked for it to be solved on the spot. He is a very particular person at ordinary times. It is very convenient for him to take off his pants in public, and no matter what, he can't erase this face. But the doctor is very determined: patients with cerebral hemorrhage can't move any more. Finally, he solved the problem with hatred and shame. He concluded: At that moment, he really felt too painful and wanted to give up.

During the conversation, I saw my friend's lover's eyes were red and swollen. I don't know if she was worried about crying red a few days ago or she was happy to cry red after her condition improved. What I know is that she is the happiest woman now. Friends are two women and a son. The eldest daughter is in the first grade, the youngest daughter is in primary school and the youngest son is 3 years old. In case something happens to him, this family ...

Now, there is no one thousand, fortunately. There are more than ten milliliters of blood in my brain. Now the left arm and left leg can't move temporarily, and the right hand is a little out of control. There is nothing wrong with others.

On the way back to Hongdong, a group of friends are discussing whether this is a work-related injury, insurance and reimbursement. I didn't say a word, enjoying my happiness and happiness alone. In my opinion, these are not problems. It's good to be here, to see the sun tomorrow and the smiling faces of friends and relatives, to quarrel with my lover, to make amends and say sweet words, to resent the disobedience of my children, to lose my temper, to be overbearing, and then to hug and kiss. What a wonderful life!

Bless you, my friend.