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病房里又来了一位病人,30多岁,体态婀娜,眼睛黑亮,青花裙,高跟鞋,脸色白皙,面带微笑。如果不是看门牌上的肿瘤科,你根本想象不出她是个癌症患者。跟她同来的是一位70多岁的老人,也是瘦瘦的,话语不多,据说是她的公公。此后的每一天,她除了安静地吃药、打针、积极配合治疗外,总感觉她在私下里吃什么,而且好像有意避开人似的。化疗的日子到了。那天她跟往常一样洗漱完毕,吃着早餐。病友们忙着给她打气,她却安慰起大家来:“没事,我不怕。”病友们含着泪连连点头。
Ward came again a patient, 30-year-old, graceful body, black eyes, blue and white dress, high heels, his face white, with a smile. If it is not a cancer on the portal, you simply can not imagine she is a cancer patient. With her is a 70-year-old man, but also thin, not many words, is said to be her father. From then on, she not only quietly taking medicine, injections, and actively cooperating with the treatment, always felt what she was eating privately, and she seemed to be avoiding her. The day of chemotherapy is up. That day she washed as usual, eating breakfast. Her patients are busy cheering her, but she comforted everyone: “nothing, I am not afraid. ” Patients with tears nodded.