Perhaps this year’s Valentine’s Day is the most special Valentine’s Day that all men and women in Wuhan have experienced

Perhaps this year’s Valentine’s Day is the most special Valentine’s Day that all men and women in Wuhan have experienced. This special Valentine’s Day is not only for Wuhan, but also for the whole country. Duan Duan was a financial white-collar worker in Lujiazui in Shanghai. She became a volunteer in Wuhan during the epidemic. She felt different love in this city on the eve of Valentine’s Day. Here are the diary records:

I was born in Wuhan and grew up in Wuhan. After graduating from university, I went to work in Shanghai. When the news of the epidemic had been rumbling, I still chose to come back and reunite with my family. Faced with the hardships of the entire city, after staying at home for two weeks, I began to choose to become a volunteer and follow the group organization to wherever I needed me. Give my own love for this city.

On February 3, the first day of volunteering, I felt the love from the local elders in Wuhan. The first time I put on protective clothing and goggles, I started to observe this city that I should be familiar with from a new perspective. I need to follow a team of volunteers to test the temperature of nearly 300 households in a village in a city and make records. Most of the urban villages are elderly people living here, living conditions are poor, sanitation and epidemic situation are worrying, and residents’ tight protective equipment are all problems here. When I knocked on the door of a house and showed my intentions, the old people saw us fully armed and carefully put on a mask to cooperate with our temperature measurement registration. Visiting from house to house, from 10 am to 2 pm, the goggles were already white misted, and there was only a small piece left to observe the surrounding sight. When we finished our work and headed for the village entrance, there was a cry above my head, “Dear children, you worked hard.” Looking up, we saw an old woman beckoning to us at the window on the second floor, a smile overflowing from the mask and hanging in the quilt Into a Crescent Eye.

On February 10, the eighth day of volunteer work, I felt the love of medical teams from all over the place. Our team went to Wuhan Tianhe Airport to pick up the medical team from Shandong Qilu Hospital. When arriving at the airport, there were actually not many people, but the volunteers and staff at the scene, as well as the suitcases of medical team members from all over the country who just arrived, completely occupied the floor of the entire arrival gate. At 5 pm, we finally took nearly two hours to check the luggage of the medical team members, and brought the entire medical team to the bus and truck. When the medical team members got on the bus, we encouraged each other to “work hard” and “come on.” Before driving, we saw that the staff from the critically ill area of ​​Wuhan University People’s Hospital wanted to shake hands with Qilu’s team doctor to express their gratitude. His right hand just reached halfway, paused, and finally tacitly changed into a bowed fist and interacted .

On the thirteenth day of volunteering on February 13, I felt the love of young people in Wuhan. That day, I followed the volunteer team to distribute supplies at a university, and the busy inventory distribution work made me a gyroscope. Try to lift the half-height material box passed down from the truck, and then check the items one by one with the people who come to collect the materials. Liu Hai drooped, covering his eyes, and had no time to clamp it up again. At this moment, a thin, tall boy carefully paced to my side and tentatively asked.

“Sister Miss, are you studying at our school? May I add you WeChat?”

“Yes what’s the matter?”

“No, you are a volunteer, can I add you WeChat?”

“Why, will you ask me to wear a mask and Chinese cabbage in the future?”

Although he laughed at the bun in this way, I gave him the QR code. “I really regard my little aunt with her 20-year-old tail as a graduate student in graduate school.” Although I murmured so much, I still felt the young Wuhan man from every move Youth and beauty.

In such a serious period, the story of youth and love may still occur in such a tense distribution work.

From January 23 to the day before Valentine’s Day, February 13 should be exactly 21 days. Some people say that doing one thing for twenty-one days will make it a new habit. On the 21st day of closure, Wuhan and the people of Wuhan are sticking to it, they are insisting, they are encouraging each other, and spreading their love each time they meet.

Valentine’s Day, February 14th, is the 22nd day after the city was closed, and the first day that new habits have been developed. Hope that the love can overcome the epidemic as soon as possible. After a period of time, the cherry blossoms of Wuhan University should open. People who appreciate the flowers under this year’s cherry tree will not be as bustling as in previous years. Will the branch cherry blossoms be more colorful than in previous years.

A few days before New Year’s Eve, He Hui told his son that he heard that Wuhan was organizing a voluntary convoy, mainly to pick up medical staff to and from work. He said to his son that he wanted to join for a simple reason, , We have to make a contribution. ”

Wuhan at this time has entered a very moment. On January 23, Wuhan closed the city and public transportation was suspended. On the 24th, the online ride-hailing platform suspended travel services in Wuhan. On the 26th, motorcycles were prohibited. As of 2019, there are more than 2 million cars in 30 cities in China, including Wuhan—and after this day, these cars will only be parked on the roadside and cannot be driven by anyone.

It ‘s just that ordinary people ‘s travel needs can be put on hold, but the travel of frontline medical staff has become a big problem: some hospitals have responded in time. After the announcement, Wuhan Xiehe Hospital announced that it will provide a unified shuttle service for all medical personnel outside the hospital’s 3 kilometers. .

But for other hospital employees, before saving lives, doctors and nurses have to solve the problem of how to get to the hospital. An emergency convoy providing medical services to the medical staff began to form, and He Hui became one of the owners who took the initiative to register.

Emergency convoys like this have started to spontaneously be built after the city was closed in Wuhan. There are platform fleets authorized by the government, and convoys organized by charities and communities. In the early stage, there were even convoys spontaneously owned by owners. Owners like He Hui output the blood that initially beat in the arteries for the Wuhan road where 2 million cars disappeared in an instant.

But cruelly, fate never sees anyone differently. At the end of January, He Hui told his son that he had some fever symptoms. He withdrew from the team and started to isolate himself at home.

The family was very anxious. In addition to preparing meals for him every day, he was looking for hospitals and beds for his father: there are many people waiting in line for treatment in all hospitals, and there may be doctors who have been picked up and dropped off by his father. There is nothing that can be done about it.

In February, He Hui was diagnosed with NDV pneumonia at Tongji Hospital, but he and his family did not give up. 54-year-old He Hui inserted an oxygen tube and still comforted his family: “Just transferred to the hospital”-he even insisted that he Go to the toilet. Two days later, He Hui waited for his and his family’s long-awaited referral opportunity. His son bid farewell to his father who was taken to the ambulance at the entrance of Tongji Hospital. They all thought that this would be the start of a transfer.

This became the last side of the life between father and son: on February 3, the son received his father’s death certificate, which stated that the new coronavirus pneumonia (infection), and his blood oxygen saturation was only 20% when he died. Hospital staff returned his father’s cell phone and testament to his family, and a bag of son’s supplies that he had never opened.