On Monday morning, there were a lot of people who drew blood. My colleague and I looked like two long dragons in front of us, and we couldn't see the head at all. We did the checking and sampling work without raising our heads. Suddenly, a 9-year-old boy sat in my blood draw window. After checking me, I found that the child was nervous. We often face adults, and most of the elderly. Looking at the child's chubby little arms, I saw his face covered by a mask. He had big eyes and double eyelids, long and dense eyelashes, white and tender skin, which was very painful. He put his arm on my sterile towel without hesitation. I pretended to be calm and chose blood vessels for him, changing from left arm to right arm, and then from right arm to left arm. I want to find someone who is 100% sure, otherwise I would be reluctant to give the child an extra shot. At this time, the parent spoke: "This child has grown flesh recently. It turns out that the blood vessels are clear. You can search carefully." But the child said generously: "Auntie, it's okay, just pierce it, go ahead and give it your best." With his encouragement, I finally made up my mind to pierce the blood vessel that had been selected long ago (just for grasping the problem, I have been hesitating).
I aimed at the direction and stabbed it steadily and ruthlessly. The parents and children and I both breathed a sigh of relief, but my hands were still trembling, but my mouth was falsely said: "The blood vessel is very deep. I didn't expect it to be touched at once. I just felt wronged by this little arm." But the child gave me a thumbs up without hesitation, and my vanity was extremely satisfied in an instant.
I continued to work nervously, but my mind was always the little boy's face. Although I didn't see all his face clearly, I could imagine that he must be handsome, and my heart was full of gratitude for him. I thank him for his no hesitation, I thank him for his encouragement, and even more for his clear big eyes and his thumb-up gesture.