When Chao Leona stood at the door of the "Ning'an Community Service Center", the morning light had just spread through the windowsill of the old residential building. The 22-year-old has just graduated from social work. The "intern social worker" badge on her chest is still warm as plastic. On the community ledger in her hand, there are three key points circled in red pen: Wang Guilan, an old man living alone, Li Xiaobao, a left-behind child, and Uncle Zhang, a family who lost his only child.
"Xiao Chao, Grandma Wang didn't open the door to pick up the milk this morning. Go and have a look - she has high blood pressure and fell once last winter. We are all afraid of something happening." Sister Liu, the community director, handed over a spare key with worry in her tone. Chao Leona nodded in agreement, and had already gone through the "emergency procedures for elderly people living alone" in her mind: knock on the door softly to confirm, and then use the spare key to open the door if there is no response. After entering, check the vital signs first, then check for safety hazards, and finally find out whether there are any living needs.
After knocking on the door three times, there was no movement in the room. Chao Leona's hand holding the key paused, and then called "Grandma Wang" again before gently turning the key. The moment the door opened, a faint medicinal smell floated out. On the sofa in the living room, Wang Guilan was taking a nap with her head tilted and a black and white photo of her wife in her hand. Chao Leona walked over with light steps, squatted down and tried the old man's wrist - the pulse was steady, the breathing was even, and her hanging heart was relieved.
"Grandma, I'm Xiao Chao from the community. I'm here to see you."
