Chapter 899 Don't Hold Your Hands So Tightly, The Bleeding Can't Be Stopped

The nurse helped him twice but failed to get up. Instead, he broke out in a cold sweat not long after the operation. The drunkard was so painful that his eyes turned black, and he almost passed out.

"Charger? What time are you still playing with your phone?" There was not much scolding in the tone, but more worry, nervousness and sympathy.

"I haven't seen his text message yet..." The alcoholic was so anxious that his eyes were red.

"Who is so important? You have never seen her come to see you even when you are so sick, and you still care about her for a text message." This nurse is also a young girl who has just become a regular, young and energetic. , straight to the point.

The drunkard was hospitalized yesterday, and he underwent surgery today. During this period, she took care of him. To be honest, she had a good impression of him the first time she saw him.

After all, the appearance of the alcoholic is exactly the most popular type of little milk dog nowadays, and some sickly white faces can easily arouse people's concern and desire for protection. After the alcoholic was admitted to the ward yesterday, the topic of young female nurses in the hospital was alcoholic.

Even the head nurse, who has always been a temper tantrum, whispered to the alcoholic and showed all kinds of concern.

But when she knew about the alcoholic's illness, all she had was sympathy for the alcoholic.

"Charger, charger." The drunkard kept chanting, his pale face covered with dense cold sweat.

"Get up first, I'll bring it to you later."

Hearing what the nurse said, the alcoholic's mood gradually stabilized.

It's just that he really didn't have the strength to stand up.

The nurse went to a colleague for help, and the two worked together to help the alcoholic back to the hospital bed.

A nurse went to get the charger for the alcoholic, and the nurse just reinserted the syringe and gave the alcoholic a medicine.

"Don't hold your hand so tightly, the blood won't stop."

The nurse wanted to take out the mobile phone from the drunkard's hand, but the drunkard didn't want to let go, instead he held it tighter and tighter.

The nurse had no choice but to take a cotton swab to stop the blood dripping from the eye of the needle.

Soon, a colleague came over with a charger and charged the alcoholic's phone.

A minute later, the phone turned on.

The drunkard frantically clicked on the text message.

But the more impatient he was, the more his hands trembled, and the more uncontrollable he became.

With him like this, the nurses who had seen life and death couldn't bear it.

How important a person is to make him do this.

And the person on the other side of the phone is so cruel that he didn't even look at him.

To be honest, there are many patients in the hospital who are worse than alcoholics, and there are many people who are poorer than alcoholics, but they are all taken care of, but he is the only one who doesn't even have a companion by his side for such an important operation. Even the signatures of the family members were signed by the doctors.

He is still so young, how could he live a more helpless and pitiful life than a widowed old man.

The drunkard clicked on the text message, carefully read the content of the last text message sent by Tsing Yi word by word, and his excited mood gradually calmed down after reading this text message.

When the phone was turned on, his eyes were still bright, and there was a hint of joy at the corners of his pale mouth.

But after reading this text message, his eyes dimmed, and the corners of his slightly raised mouth slowly fell.

The nurse didn't know what he saw, and the change would be so big.

Just when the nurse thought that the drunkard was going to be sad, the drunkard suddenly smiled.

It was the kind of smile that came from the heart, but it was mixed with bitterness and unspeakable helplessness.