"You are ill." I said.
"Oh, may be sick. I thought it was lack of sleep. Mom, what medicine should I take? " He asked.
I have been a doctor for many years, and my child is ill. Generally speaking, I treat him at home. He has hardly been to the hospital. This time, when I was going to look for medicine in the medicine storage cabinet at home, I was suddenly startled.
"When you grow up, you should learn to see a doctor." I said.
"Do you still need to learn to see a doctor? Can't you show it? " He was taken aback.
"What if I'm not at home?"
"Then I'll call you."
"What if ... you can't find me?"
"Then I'll ... find my dad."
It may be cruel to force a sick child like this. But I know that one day he must face the disease independently. Since I am a mother, I should teach him to see a doctor as soon as possible.
"What if I can't find your dad in the end?"
"Then I can bear it. You will go home sooner or later anyway. " The son said.
"Some diseases are unbearable. One minute of early treatment is one minute. The most important thing when you are sick is to go to the hospital. "
"Mom, do you mean to let me go to the hospital alone?" He said.
"Exactly." I gritted my teeth and said that I was afraid I would change my mind.
"Well, then ..." He touched his forehead, not knowing whether he was weak or thinking.
"You take a taxi in the street, and then go to the hospital. Register first and remember to buy a medical record book. Then go to the internal medicine department, go to the triage desk first, and the nurse asks you to wait at the door when you go to the clinic. Don't break people's body temperature when checking their body temperature ... "I taught them endlessly.
"Mom, please stop," the son said in a hoarse voice.
My heart suddenly softened. Yes, children are children after all, and they are sick children. I took his hot hand and said, "Mom will take you to the hospital." He broke my hand and said, "I didn't mean that." I mean, I want to find a pen and write down the process of your illness so that I can follow it. "
The son staggered away. I began to regret it from the moment he went out. I think I must be the cruelest mother in the world. The child was ill, and instead of helping him, I made him feel worse. I just want to exercise him, so I will take him with me and give him some advice along the way, so that he can make an impression first and then follow the map later. Although this may not leave a trace of memory, there is still plenty of time. Why care about every minute of this disease?
Time passes hard, like an hourglass falling into my restless heart. Two hours have passed and my son hasn't come back yet. Although I know getting sick is a time-consuming thing, my heart is still huddled with pain.
Although I have no doubt that my son has a common cold, it is the best choice to find a disease suitable for exercise and medical treatment, but I still deeply condemn myself. If it were all over again, I would never let him go to the doctor alone again. At this moment, I just want him by my side!
Finally, familiar footsteps sounded in the corridor, but it took longer than usual. I opened the door and leaned against it.
"I have learned to see a doctor. I had an injection to reduce my fever, and I'm much better now. This is really a hassle, but it's no big deal. " The son proudly announced. Then he added, "There is something wrong with the paper you told me to remember."
I looked at him and my courage gradually returned to my heart. I know that I will constantly temper him, and in the process, I also tempered myself.
Son, don't complain about my indifference when you are sick. One day, you will leave me and face life alone. What I can help you in advance is to dictate a road map to you. It may not be so accurate, but talking is better than nothing.