True stories about novel coronavirus pneumonia in China-Live on!

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Even if there is only one straw, I want to hold on to it.

Lin Wenyu (pseudonym), 52 years old, freelance

If there is no such epidemic, our family of four is going to take a self driving tour together during the Spring Festival. However, the outbreak came too soon to allow me to react, and my family was torn apart.

My husband is a bus driver and has a lot of contacts with passengers. In order to prevent infection, I use 84 disinfectant to mop the floor every day. The clothes and shoes my family wears when they go out are put outside the door, but the virus is still overwhelming.

On January 28, when he came home, he felt sick. After washing, he had a rest early. But he had trouble breathing the next morning. My son and daughter rushed him to the hospital, but he didn't come back,we lost him.

Later, my children and I had CT examination. My daughter and I were infected. My son escaped. On February 2, I was out of breath and limb weakness. I wanted to call for help but I couldn't even get my cell phone. On the 3rd, I was admitted to the hospital and used an oxygen absorber. At that time, a nurse hung up the number for me,and I didn't pay any money, which I always remember.

Just a few days in hospital, every day in the life and death line wandering, a meal, a saliva, are difficult to swallow. It was more about children. What will they do if I'm gone?

At that time, I wanted to live, even if there was only one straw, I also wanted to hold on to it.

Fortunately, medical teams from all over the country rushed to Wuhan and the state came to save us. My daughter was later admitted to the mobile field hospital. my doctor was also infected by Novel coronavirus pneumonia was, she told me,and her home be isolation cured. She gave me hope with her experience.

The medical staff took good care of me and encouraged me constantly: "Auntie, you should be strong, and you have family members." Seeing my depression, the nurses of Guangdong medical team learned to speak Wuhan dialect to amuse me.

The doctor wants to shake hands with me, the nurse wants to feed me, but I'm a patient. I'm very afraid of infecting them. I want them to stay away from me. They have a lot of things to do and a lot of patients to save. At that time, I hope to get better soon, leave the hospital early and leave the bed for the people in need.

On the 8th day of admission, I felt that my breath was slowly smooth, my body could move, and I had some appetite. Later, when I was discharged from the hospital, the medical staff found a car and sent me back. Now watch the TV reports, those scenes are their own experience, it is easy to tears.

The one who saved me,I can't see their faces, but I will remember them. I hope they will be safe after the epidemic.