淡淡的消毒水气味洋溢在空气中，有些老人在子女的陪伴下在走廊里散步；有的

A faint smell of disinfectant water oozes in the air. Some elderly people walk in the corridor accompanied by their children; some parents hold their children out to breathe; some people line up in front of the outpatient hall to register, their expressionless faces Showing fatigue. I walked through halls and corridors to the pediatric ward area, where the corridor seemed very narrow; because there were too many sick children and the ward was not enough, the space was very tight. The smell here is very uncomfortable, like the smell of disinfectant and sweat mixed together. I found the hospital room where my sister was. There were three beds in it. On the bed closest to the door was a little baby, about two years old. Because I was crying just after infusion, the adults around me kept stroking it. In the middle of the bed is a three- or four-year-old girl. Her dad sits by the bed and plays with her mobile phone, while her mother coaxes her and lets her drink water. My sister was in this hospital bed by the window, seeing my eyes lit up and the corners of her mouth rising up, saying hello to me excitedly, my mother was sitting by the bed chatting with her, and my dad was standing by the window sill cutting apples for her. Due to pneumonia, she developed a fever for several days, her throat became inflamed, and she occasionally vomited. Her face turned yellow and she lost a lot of weight, not at all like the lively elf on weekdays. Originally she was a noisy little girl, and now she speaks very weakly.

The faint smell of sterilized water was in the air, some old people walking in the corridors accompanied by their children, some parents came out breathable with their children in their arms, and some lined up in front of the outpatient hall, their expressionless faces full of fatigue. I walked through one hall and corridor after another to the pediatric ward area, which looked very narrow; The taste here is uncomfortable, like the smell of sterilizing water and sweat. I found my sister's ward, there are three beds, the nearest bed from the door lying on the small baby, about two years old, because of the fluid just finished still crying, the adults around it kept gently caressing it. In the middle of the bed is a three- and four-year-old girl, her father sitting by the bed playing with his cell phone, her mother coaxing her to drink water. My sister was in this bed by the window, and saw my eyes lit up, the corners of my mouth up, and excitedly greeted me, my mother was sitting by the bed chatting with her, and my father was standing by the window sill to cut her apples. Because of pneumonia, she had a high fever for a few days, an inflamed throat and occasional vomiting. She was yellow-faced and thin, and nothing like the live elf in the ordinary days. Originally she was a noisy little girl, but now she is speaking in a weak voice.

There is a faint smell of disinfected water in the air. Some old people walk in the corridor accompanied by their children. Some parents come out with their children to breathe. Some people queue up in front of the outpatient hall to register. Their expressionless faces are tired. I walked through halls and corridors to the paediatric ward area, which was very narrow; because there were too many sick children and the ward was not enough, the space was very cramped. The smell here is very uncomfortable, like the smell of disinfectant and sweat. I found my sister's ward. There were three beds in it. On the bed closest to the door, there was a little baby, about two years old. Because she was crying after the transfusion, the adults around me kept caressing her. In the middle of the bed is a three or four-year-old girl. Her father sits by the bed and plays with her mobile phone. Her mother coaxes her to drink water. My sister is on the bed near the window. She sees that my eyes are bright and my mouth is up. She is very excited to say hello to me. My mother is sitting beside the bed chatting with her. My father is standing by the windowsill cutting apples for her. Because of pneumonia, she had a high fever for several days, an inflammation in her throat and occasionally vomiting. Her face turned yellow and she lost a lot of weight, which was totally different from the sprite in her daily life. She used to be a noisy little girl, but now her voice is weak.