母亲住院,我在医院陪护。去楼下拎热水,回来时,见楼廊里多了几个警察,围在一起低声说话。一进病房门,母亲说:“隔壁来了一个重病号,脑血栓,很危险,还是个劳改犯。”“劳改犯?”我觉得有点新鲜,便出门想去看看那人的模样。到了门外,见一帮一帮的大夫护士从犯人的病房里出出进进,怕碍人家的事,又止了步。隔了一天,我搀着母亲去洗手间,见犯人的病房门半开着,不由得转脸往里瞅。犯人躺在床上,像 Mother was hospitalized and I was in hospital. Go downstairs to carry hot water, back, see the gallery a few more police, surrounded by whispered. Into the ward door, the mother said: “next door to a serious illness, cerebral thrombosis, very dangerous, or a reformatory. ” “Reformatory? ” I feel a bit fresh, then go out to see that person’s appearance . Outside the door, see a gang of doctors and nurses out of the prisons of prisoners entering, fear of hindering others, but also stopped. A day later, I helped my mother to the bathroom, see the prisoners’ ward door half open, could not help but turned to look inside. Prisoners lie in bed, like