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014 Return to the hospital

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    The extremely depressed emotions need to be released, so I thought of games.  Re-launched the long-lost online game, opened three accounts at once, a large account and a small account, frantically swiping the book.  I regard the big and small monsters represented by the red dots on the map as cancer cells.  "Kill", "Kill", "Kill", as I kept calling in my heart, I wiped out one monster after another, and I felt that I also wiped out cancer cells one after another.  Although it was a self-deception, but no matter what, the depression in my heart was finally released to a certain extent.

    Closing the game, returning from fantasy to reality, I can't help but feel a little bit more lost.  How I wish my father's cancer cells would really become monsters in the game!  As long as there is a chance, I want to kill those damn cancer cells with my own hands.

    I have always been very rational, but at this moment, I can't restrain the unrealistic thoughts in my heart anyway.  Originally, the effect of the game on mental relaxation was basically not brought into play this time.  After the short, illusory and hearty "killing", the huge contrast between illusion and reality made me more aware of my helplessness and helplessness.  The pain in my heart became more intense.

    With the passage of time, I would never have imagined that the greatest pleasure and enjoyment in the past would turn into pain or even torture now.  At this time, I have to feel that people are indeed very emotional animals. It is entirely possible to get two diametrically opposed feelings about the same thing due to different moods.

    Ching Ming Festival is finally here, and we don't have any other arrangements.  Everyone returned to their hometown without any suspense.  "There is a lot of rain during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by on the road want to die." This is a sad and gray festival, but this time, our big family still showed a joyous reunion atmosphere inappropriately.  Even my sister, brother-in-law, wife, and I, who knew the whole truth, were very sensible and carefully buried our worries deep in our hearts.

    Although the father's spirit has been greatly reduced due to the cancer cells, but the smile on the father's face is still very obvious during the whole holiday when the children and grandchildren gather together and the family relationship is strong.  This situation is exactly what we, as children, want to see most.  Before the surgery, we all wanted Dad to be as happy as possible.  Because, who can say the result of the operation?

    April 7th is the last day of the Ching Ming Festival holiday, and my father's surgery is scheduled for April 8th.  In fact, on April 6th, my mood was already tense.  On the evening of April 6th, we all came to the city.  My parents still live in my house.  The pace of time cannot be stopped, whether you like it or not, April 7th will always come.  Early this morning, I accompanied my parents to the Municipal People's Hospital with great anxiety.

    Although I know that there will be no surgery today, as the distance from the hospital gets closer, I can't help feeling more nervous.  The more nervous you are, the slower time feels.  The journey that was originally fleeting, but now it feels particularly long.

    Finally arrived at the hospital and took my parents up to the 21st floor.  I asked, but the attending physician was not there.  However, everything today seems to have been arranged by him.  As soon as I got there, nurses came over to change the mattress, take my father's temperature and blood pressure  The only thing that dissatisfies me is that my father's hospital bed is still in the corridor.

    As mentioned before, although the reputation of the Municipal People's Hospital is not very good, the locals have to come here in many cases.  Therefore, the inpatient area of ??cardiothoracic surgery is very crowded. Due to limited beds, many patients are placed on extra beds.  And when my father first had an inpatient operation, he was also placed on an extra bed because he was still away from the knife for a while.  It didn't matter before, but I'm going to have surgery tomorrow.  Is it possible that after the operation, you still have to sleep in the hallway?  With people coming and going, how can you rest?

    Thinking of this, I was very dissatisfied, so I started to negotiate with someone.  Due to the absence of the attending physician, I had to find someone else.  According to my observations a few days ago, people in white coats are usually doctors.  Seeing one go to the nurse's bar, I rushed there as quickly as possible.  Now, I finally have a deep understanding of the rumored service attitude of the Municipal People's Hospital.

    I yelled "doctor" and "doctor" for a long time, but the man didn't even look at me.  After finding all the things he needed, the "doctor" with over-the-top eyes walked away like no one else.  At that time, I wondered if I was invisible.

    Later, when I became familiar with the operation process of this hospital, I had to "admire" the ingenuity of this "doctor".  My father's extra bed was right next to the nurse's bar. When I walked over, this "doctor" with "sight and quick hands" already knew that my father was not his patient.  Therefore, this "doctor" chose to ignore my request for help with peace of mind.

    This unpleasant encounter did not make me give up.  For my own father, I canGet everything out.  It's just a mere ignorance, not enough to stop me from moving forward.

    Immediately afterwards, I came to sit on the sidelines and waited at the nurse's bar.  Fortunately, soon, another man in a white coat came over.  Immediately applaud the sound of "doctor".

    It may be that it is unclear who I am, so it cannot be ruled out that I must not be a family member of his patient.  Therefore, although the doctor's expression was cold, but fortunately he answered me and asked indifferently: "What's the matter?"

    "Hello, there will be an operation on a certain bed tomorrow, can you help me transfer it to the ward?" I have to ask for help, so my tone has to be respectful.

    My deference had no effect, and the doctor immediately lost interest when he heard the bed number I reported.  "Go to Director XX (father's attending physician) and ask." His tone became even colder.

    "But, director XX is not here!" I said anxiously.

    After waiting for a long time, the doctor ignored me. Like the previous one, he finished his business and left without hesitation.

    I had some doubts at the time, whether that person suddenly became deaf.

    It is impossible to give up.  I'm still waiting at the nurse's bar.  The conversation just now kept repeating in my mind.

    "Could it be that there is something wrong with my title?" "Well, it's possible. Didn't the doctor call him Director XX just now? It seems that the attending physician may prefer to be called Director." I don't know  Thinking right or wrong, but I decided to try changing the name first.  Maybe, after changing the title, these "rich people" will have completely different reactions.  Although there was some resentment in my heart, for the sake of my father, I had to restrain my emotions as much as possible at this time.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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