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一进更衣室,看见一束开得正艳的黄玫瑰,好漂亮的花!我禁不住赞叹。“送给你的呀!”我的同事告诉我。哦?我有些意外,自己早过了收鲜花的年龄。打开花束中的卡片,写着“护士节快乐!”落款是“王”。我的脑海里闪过一个人,应该是他吧!他是一位患者的儿子。患者是直肠癌晚期,还记得第一次碰面的情景。那天我一进病房,迎面扑来一股异味,走近一看,陪侍的儿子正在给患者换肠造口袋,床单被套都是污物。春天的早上,还有些清凉,看着患者瑟瑟发抖的样子,我赶紧过去,为患者换好造口袋和床单。“有事你找我吧!”我对患者的儿子说。
Into the locker room, saw a bunch of bright yellow rose, beautiful flower! I can not help but praise. “Give it to you!” My colleague told me. Oh, I was a bit surprised that I had passed the age of receiving flowers early. Open the card in the bouquet, read “happy nurse’s day!” My mind flashed a person, it should be him! He is a patient’s son. Patients are late stage of rectal cancer, remember the first time met the scene. That day I entered the ward, the face flutter an odor, closer look, the son of escort is to patients for bowel pockets, quilt sheets are dirt. Spring morning, and some cool, watching the patient shivering, I quickly passed, for the patient to make a good pocket and sheets. “Something you find me! ” I said to the patient’s son.