Inpatient Department of the Seventh Hospital.

Lin Shuang walked through the long and narrow corridor, stepped into the "Neurology" ward, and walked straight to the room number informed by Nurse A-Zhen, Chen Yuqiao's "Aunt Zhen."

Room 5006 is a double room, and Zheng Shuyi's bed is near the window.

Lin Shuang saw the curled and thin figure on the bed and slowly put his feet back.

She walked hurriedly along the way, her steps swift and vigorous as she wiped away her swaying thoughts. Now that she was about to meet the involuntary service subject (Note 1) in person, all the information related to her was pouring in.

A widowed old man who recently attempted suicide.

A head nurse in the emergency department who has excellent professional skills and has been retired for many years.

An irritable aunt who hoped that her son would start a family and start a business soon cursed him for being "incompetent" in a voice message.

A stubborn old lady was admitted to the neurology ward and refused to see her son until she died.

She is also a single mother who raised the "red moonlight" that she once had in her heart.

She suddenly became nervous.

The woman sitting next to Zheng Shuyi's bed peeled a mango and put it on the cabinet nearby. She looked to be in her fifties, with a few silver hair tied into a low bun behind her head. Lin Shuang guessed

, she should be Zheng Shuyi’s old best friend, Nurse Azhen.

Her eyes met Nurse Azhen who was looking over, and she nodded slightly to her.

Zheng Shuyi seemed to have noticed something. She turned over and looked at Lin Shuang towards the door of the ward. Her face was rosier than that of the day of the accident. She asked Nurse A-Zhen in a low voice in dialect: "Who is this?"

Under the doubtful gazes of the two aunts, Lin Shuang took a breath and raised a bright smile: "Hello, aunties, I am Lin Shuang, here to see Aunt Zheng."

Zheng Shuyi leaned forward and leaned against the pillow A-Zhen handed her, looking at Lin Shuang up and down with a dazed look on her face.

She looked at Azhen for help.

Azhen smiled and said to her: "It's the social worker sister Xiao Jiang mentioned, the one you want to meet."

Zheng Shuyi blinked and said a long "oh".

Lin Shuang discovered that although the old lady's face was thin and wrinkled, and her face was full of traces of time, her big almond-shaped eyes were bright and bright.

She let her observe openly, then put the fruit she was carrying on the bedside table, turned around and said with a smile: "I didn't know what Aunt Zheng liked to eat, so I brought some longan over."

——She told a white lie: Zheng Shuyi likes to eat longan. Chen Yuqiao told her on WeChat after learning that she was coming to the Seventh Hospital, and also sent her a red envelope to buy fruit.

Zheng Shuyi stared at Lin Shuang for a while, then slowly closed her eyes. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes suddenly gathered, revealing a bright smile.

Lin Shuang looked at the old lady with a smile in surprise. Different from the first impression of being "smart and sharp", Zheng Shuyi looked a little innocent and childish in her eyes at this moment. She waved to her to sit by the bed and said sincerely

A smile accompanied by a soft voice: "Little girl, come on, come on, I want to thank you for saving me last time."

Lin Shuang relaxed completely and responded to her gratitude calmly: "You're welcome, Aunt Zheng, I wish you a speedy recovery."

Zheng Shuyi asked her if it was hot outside and if she wanted to drink some water. She also sighed, "The little girl is so beautiful, don't you think so, Zhen?"

Azhen smiled and nodded.

"Is Aunt Zheng feeling better now?"

Lin Shuang looked around the ward. The quilts on the other bed were scattered. The patient might have gone for a walk.

She was not sure what kind of physical problem Zheng Shuyi, who lived in the neurology ward, had. Considering that she had taken diazepam before, she guessed that she might be suffering from senile cerebrovascular problems.

"It's very good, it's very good. I live here just for the convenience of checking up." Zheng Shuyi curled up the corners of her mouth, blinked her big eyes, smiled very hard, stretched out her hand from the corner of the quilt and kept tugging at the words she wanted to say.

Azhen stopped.

Lin Shuang: "..."

The old lady is not good at acting! She didn’t ask why she was hospitalized here!

She calmly looked away and brought the topic to the official purpose of the trip.

"Aunt Zheng, I think you should listen to what Xiao Jiang said. I am the executive social worker of the Yanshan Community Elderly Care Project, and you are my service target. I want to help you get through this psychological crisis. What are your needs in the future?

and difficulties, no matter in life," she paused, thinking of Chen Yuqiao, whom the Yanshan community thought was a "missing person". Zheng Shuyi probably didn't know he was home.

She continued: "In terms of family relationships, we will provide you with support as much as possible."

The old lady who was not good at acting suddenly stopped smiling. Lin Shuang's words fell into the suddenly silent air without embarrassment.

After a long time, Zheng Shuyi wrinkled her smiling face again: "Little sister, if you want to treat me as an elderly person with special needs and talk about whether to help or not, we won't be good friends."

She said that committing suicide was just a thought on her part, and there would be no problems in her future life. She also emphasized that she explained that these were just to support Lin Shuang's work.

Worried that she would see off the guests next second, Lin Shuang immediately said with a smile: "Thank you Aunt Zheng for your trust and support. I am very happy to have made you such a good friend."

She looks likeable, and her smile is kind and amiable. The apple muscles on her round face swelled up, turning the silkworms into thin lines. With her soft and crisp voice, she looked even more kind. This speech

A sincere and friendly attitude has always been her gentle "killer" when dealing with involuntary service recipients.

Nurse Azhen said: "Oh, my little sister is really good at talking."

After all, she stretched out her hand to avoid hitting the smiling person. Zheng Shuyi also narrowed her eyes and smiled: "It seems that I can't make it without this little friend."

As a social worker who often deals with all kinds of service clients, Lin Shuang has a bit of a "social badass". She followed the two aunts' conversation and asked about the friendship between these "old best friends"

The origin of the story, followed by Azhen's praise of "big friend" for her dedication and diligence when she was a front-line head nurse.

Zheng Shuyi was obviously very happy to be praised, but she still resisted laughing out loud. She took on the posture of an outstanding elder and said sincerely: "We were more hard-working at that time because the living conditions were not that good. You are different.

, life is much better, and there is no need to work so hard..."

Lin Shuang looked serious and said sincerely: "No, no, no, Aunt Zheng, love and dedication are a spirit worth inheriting at any time!"

"So," she changed the subject, "I am also learning from my aunt and trying my best to do my job well."

She waved her work manual, smiled brightly, and talked about her "own job": "For example, the project I am currently working on is to establish a file for the elderly over sixty years old in the Yanshan community who live alone, have financial difficulties, or have limited mobility.

Then we will provide services based on their special needs. I think this job is particularly valuable, and I want every qualified elderly person to join this project, including you, Aunt Zheng."

Lin Shuang's smile did not change, he looked into Zheng Shuyi's eyes and slowed down his speech: "I also hope to do something for my new friend to meet your needs as much as possible."

She is now burdened with dual trusts from the community and the old man’s son. What should she do if the client is unwilling? Of course, she has to work hard to convince her!

"I don't have any needs." Zheng Shuyi probably didn't expect to be surrounded by her again, her expression froze for a moment, and she soon smiled with her lips pursed, looking at her with an extremely gentle expression.

After a while, she reached out and picked up a gardenia on the pillow, and pinned it in her hair slowly, a trace of vitality appeared on her old face.

Then she changed the subject and showed the flower to Lin Shuang: "Does it look good, little beauty?"

The old lady started her performance again. This time, she tried her best to prove that she loved life and everything went well.

"I'm pretty good. There's no need to treat me differently as an elderly person with special needs."

"Elderly people with special difficulties refer to elderly people over 60 years old who live alone, are widowed, elderly, seriously ill, disabled, and economically disadvantaged."

Lin Shuang recited the explanation of this government term unhurriedly, with a steady tone and clear enunciation. Her eyes fell on Zheng Shuyi's hand holding the hem of Azhen's clothes. She felt that Nurse Azhen must know something.

"So," she raised her voice slightly and continued to battle wits with the old lady, "you who live alone meet our conditions for filing."

The smile on Zheng Shuyi's face faded little by little.

But he still kept his mouth shut.

"I don't live alone."

Lin Shuang straightened up, thinking that she would mention the son who "died outside" so that she could logically get into the topic of mother-son relationship.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Shuyi tilted her head: "Wang Wangwang and I live together."

"..."

"By the way, is my Wangwangwang at home?"

Lin Shuang said: "We will temporarily keep it in a pet shop."

"Oh, Wangwangwang is getting older. I wonder if he will be stressed if he goes to a new environment."

The old lady obviously missed her "roommate" more than her son, and murmured: "Can I take him home first and feed him regularly? I should be able to be discharged from the hospital soon."

"It's okay, Aunt Zheng." Lin Shuang's face remained calm, "Is this one of your needs?"

"Yes." Zheng Shuyi responded and immediately fell silent, as if she was annoyed that she had been tricked: she was no longer a person with "no needs".

Lin Shuang showed a sly smile: "You are our service target, I will record your needs and provide you with support."

She opened her work manual and introduced herself again: "Aunt Zheng, I am Lin Shuang, a social worker from the Aixianggong Social Work Service Center. I am responsible for the implementation of the elderly care project in Yanshan Community. Now I am under the supervision of the community and your son.

Entrusted to provide you with crisis intervention services."

She said charmingly: "Aunt Zheng, please let me help you!"

"Son?!" Zheng Shuyi's clear eyes widened, "Son's entrustment?"

She looked for Azhen's eyes with a blank expression, but failed, so she could only continue her one-man show——

"I, I don't have a son."

Lin Shuang: "..."

Unexpectedly, her focus was not on focusing on her own needs, but on denying the existence of her client's "son."

"Little sister." Zheng Shuyi said with a smile, "I just said that I live alone, how could I have a son?"
To be continued...