Post-90s male nurse was "confessed": go home safely, I marry you

Post-90s male nurse was "confessed": go home safely, I marry you

Oral: Sun Dianpeng | 25 years old | Nurse | Dandong, Liaoning

Finishing: Qiang Xiaoling | Our reporter

Edit: Huang Haibo

On Valentine's Day, I purposely wrote "Happy Valentine's Day" on the back of the protective clothing and "Erbo Single" on the chest.

The little friend teased that there was no single girl in the ward. It was useless to write this.

I said to myself, maybe which aunt looks like me!

Everyone was happy in the duty room.

In the emergency department of Dandong Central Hospital where I work, there are two male nurses. Colleagues call us "baby", I became a "second treasure" when I was young.

As a member of the second batch of medical teams in Liaoning Support Hubei, I am now on duty at the People's Hospital of Wuhan University. There are five or six aid teams gathered here, and there are more than 70 critically ill patients in my ward.

An old lady in the ward saw the words on my chest: "I thought your surname was single. It turned out to be single."

"Yes, it's not Valentine's Day today."

After hearing this, she looked blank, "I'm celebrating my birthday today, and don't know when I can go home?"

This day is her 70th birthday. So I called my friends. Although there were no cakes and candles, some medical staff sang to her.

The old grandmother with a sad look was as happy as a child, lying on the bed, waving her hands and humming together.

After the "celebration", she did not forget to ask for a video, saying that it was her most special birthday.

I have been in Wuhan for more than 20 days. As early as the second day of the first month, I submitted a "competition letter" to the hospital. On Sun Dianpeng, I solemnly pressed the handprint.

At more than 10 pm on February 1st, I was on an emergency shift night shift, and suddenly received a notification from the head nurse, "Get together at 8:30 tomorrow morning and hurry home to pack things."

At that moment I was both excited and nervous, and kept packing until 3 am the next day before falling asleep. I wanted to inform my parents that I would like to let them sleep peacefully.

After getting up at 6 o'clock, I called my mother and advised them not to come off. However, at the moment before the departure, my mom and dad drove for more than an hour.

My mother said, I didn't expect you to go to the "battlefield." Anyway, mom and dad support you, but you must report peace every day. After that, I saw her cry.

On the afternoon of February 2, we assisted the second batch of medical teams in Hubei to gather at Shenxian Taoxian Airport.

"In the case of SARS 17 years ago, the whole world was protecting the post-90s. Today, 17 years later, let the 90s who have become the backbone force to guard you!" I sent a circle of friends before boarding.

I turned on the phone after the plane landed, but I didn't expect more than 900 likes, comments, and private messages from the circle of friends. The most replies turned out to be "home safely, I marry you".

On the first day of entering the critically ill area of ​​Wuhan, I remember that it took a long time just to put on masks, goggles, splash masks, gowns, etc. neatly. When the outermost protective clothing collar is closed, you can't bend your head.

Wearing this thick equipment means not going to the toilet without eating or drinking. On duty on the first day, after four hours, I started to have chest tightness, headaches, and even vomiting. I had to come out ahead of time, and a blood bubble was worn on my nose.

Now I am more than capable, although the sweat in the protective clothing is still wet and dry, dry and wet. Compared with the suffering of the patient, this point in the protective clothing is hardly any more.

A few days ago, a female patient was admitted to our ward. According to regulations, the contact details of the family members need to be left.

"Stay at home?" She asked.

"Is anyone in your family?"

"no one!"

"How about your love and children?"

"My wife is at Raytheon Hospital, and my son is at Fangcang Hospital."

...

At that moment, my goggles were misted.

There are also many lovely people in the ward. For example, an aunt in bed 36, whenever we walked into the ward, she would let us help her to get this and that, shake the bed, and drink some water ... every time she would say, "Thank you, Liaoning people are so nice ! "

Before entering the ward, we will mark the names behind us. At the beginning, they were conservative, and most of my back was "Erbao".

As more and more familiar, everyone's back has more and more "look". For example, my royal painter "Sister Jiao" painted me a "robot cat" and helped me write a "report to the country."

On one occasion, the slogan on my chest was changed to "Wuhan is here". The aunt saw and said, thank you for being with us. He also said, "Your northeast accent is so nice and frustrating."

These days, more and more patients are discharged from our ward. When they were sent downstairs, they would always ask for a group photo and even write down our names on their mobile phones, thanking us for their care.

Colleagues as far away as Dandong sent a lot of delicious food and snow from their hometown.

In the snowy days in Hubei, watching the green leaves covered with snowflakes, I sincerely hope that after the snowstorm, the plague will dissipate.