Intensive care unit shock

In one of the isolation wards of the provincial maternity hospital, I did special female care. She was special not because she had an infectious disease, but because she was a female prisoner

The female prisoner was lying on a white bed with one hand chained by handcuffs to an iron grill on the side of the bed.

She had a tumor the size of an egg growing in her breast, and I came to the hospital with a couple of women to undergo surgery. The doctor said the tumor was benign, the surgery was successful, and she would be discharged in two more days. But as her condition improved, she became more and more bored and heavy-hearted.

"Officer, I need to use the restroom." She suddenly rolled over and looked at me as if seeking.

I'm lost. You only uncuff yourself when there are two guards.

The policewoman who was on guard duty together got a call from her boyfriend and said she would be back in 10 minutes.

"Officer, I really need to go to the bathroom." She frowned at me and curled up, trying to convince me she was in pain.

After only a few seconds of hesitation, I unlocked the cuffs, put her in the indoor restroom, and closed half the door. A husband cheating on his wife and emotionally cutting off a woman's arm is assault. It took 5 years of training, but the grades have been good for those 5 years, and she will be commuted to freedom at the end of this year. I learned from my sister's letter that she has a 16 year old daughter.

Suddenly, I heard the toilet crack with a crash. "It's broken! Didn't you fall?" Without thinking long, I quickly opened the door and took a step inside. But the glass piece like a sharp knife hit me in the neck.

I broke the mirror set in the wall!

"Get out of the way! Do you know what you're doing?" l calmed down immediately and whispered.

"Officer, I'm sorry." I know I can't, but there's no other way ......"

I interrupted her and said, word for word, "You want to see your daughter, don't you?" .

Visibly dazed. The cold glass shivered on his neck.

"Officer, my daughter is my life. However, my sister said that it has become very serious lately ...... I am a mother, so I want to meet her early and comfort her ......"

"Do you think your daughter will meet?" I asked calmly.

She froze. Well, it's been five years and my daughter hasn't come to visit me once. As soon as she was sent to prison, her husband left her daughter at her mother's house and headed south. Because she was a woman in prison, the lone daughter was often laughed at, ridiculed, and even beaten. In the daughter's little heart, she was filled with nothing but resentment toward her.

"No matter what you think, all I know is that you're my mom. I want to meet you once. Officer, I'm not going to hurt you. I'll go back to jail when I see my daughter..." she glassed at me and took one step out of the restroom.

Honestly, I was torn at that time. I'm a cop, and being ruled by a frail female prisoner is a joke. If she loosened up a little, she could easily be caught. But I'm also a mother, and I couldn't bear the thought of her making another big mistake for love. Nonetheless, she was wrong!

"In the heat of the moment your daughter leaves you. But you have a chance to play the role of a mother, to save and bring your daughter to acceptance. If you hit rock bottom on impulse again, your daughter can't forgive you for the rest of her life! Okay? Put the glass down. Let's make a pact in your mother's name if you don't say anything to anyone today. If you don't believe me, how about looking in the bag ......"

After a slight hesitation, she listened to me, but didn't want to put the glass down. She pushed me over to the bag, let go of one hand, and unzipped it.

I knew it was a chance to get away. Just sitting down, low sneezing and crowding, doing elbow strikes, and doing the usual close maneuvering practiced ...... by the counter joints worked right away. And, if one squashes the inquirer, I will be rewarded. Promotions and advancements would come one after the other once the glittering glory came upon one. As a price, the woman prisoner was sentenced to jail and her coworker who went to see her boyfriend was disciplined.

I gave up that chance myself. Wanted to give up not for a moment, but after looking at my tearful mother's face.

Suddenly, she was stunned and then cried out. She found a photo in her bag! It was a picture of her daughter!

I visited my daughter in order to eliminate the mental illness and make it easy for her to reform. The girl was dancing with customers in a ballroom, but how did not come to see her. Trying to figure it out the girl gave me this picture.

"It's the daughter! It's my wonderful daughter ......" My daughter, who I met again after 5 years, took the photo and kissed it several times, and the piece of glass fell silently from my neck for a split second.

She quickly reached for the glass and quickly pushed her onto the bed before putting on the handcuffs - as footsteps came from the hallway.

My coworker opened the door and high-tailed it in, and I quietly nodded my head in greeting and hid the glass in my cuffs and went into the bathroom. Then, discreetly, I picked up a couple of glasses and knocked them to the floor ......

No one knows what goes on in this treatment room. Except for me and her, two women, or two mothers.

After she was discharged from the hospital and returned to rehab, I visited the young and dancer's daughter many times. I went not as a police officer, but as a mother. The girl, probably tired of my visits, finally agreed to see her.

The girl is here. I'll take you to her. The girl is dressed in plain clothes with no make-up breath and is holding a carnation in her hand. When a mother and daughter meet, they only shed tears. The girl heard her voice and cried as she brought the flowers to her chest. When the daughter returned, she whimpered while kneeling in front of me ......