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022 Cousin's Relief

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    "Don't tell your uncle!" The first thing I thought of was to be a reminder.

    "Don't worry! I know the severity." My cousin answered very simply.

    "Your uncle's tumor is 6.5 centimeters, quite large, and it is malignant. Since it was discovered relatively late, it is already in the middle and late stages" I lowered my voice as I spoke.

    "Isn't it easy to have an operation? This shows that the situation is not so bad that it is irreversible." Seeing this situation, the cousin hurriedly spoke out to comfort him.

    "Hey, I can only think this way now." I sighed again, "You should also know that the more advanced the cancer and the larger the tumor, the greater the risk of surgery. I am really worried now! I am very worried.  I'm afraid that something unexpected will happen during the operation." My voice trembled because I was worried.  However, it was precisely because of my cousin's interruption that, in fact, I was not as nervous as before.

    "Did the doctor say anything before the operation?"

    "The attending physician said that it is because my father's condition is not very good that the operation is not easy."

    "There should be more than that?" My cousin said in a doubtful but firm tone, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have signed!"

    "You are right. At that time, the attending physician assured me that the success rate of the operation was more than 90%. Otherwise, how could I sign?"

    "It's over, the success rate is more than 90%! What are you worried about?" Hearing this, my cousin didn't even feel confident enough to persuade me.

    "You also know that the reputation of the Municipal People's Hospital is not very good. What I am worried about is whether the attending physician will use false data to trick me into signing." After expressing the worries hidden in my heart, I suddenly felt a lot easier  .

    "Could it be that the Municipal People's Hospital accepts all kinds of patients?" The cousin asked without answering.

    "That's not true. I saw with my own eyes that the attending physician rejected several cancer patients." I replied without thinking.

    "That's fine. If he is not sure, then he will definitely refuse. Is it necessary for him to deceive you with words?"

    After listening to my cousin's words, I feel very reasonable.

    Seeing my expression, my cousin knew that his words had already played a huge role, so he quickly struck while the iron was hot.  "I think the success rate of more than 90% that the attending physician said should be true."

    "Well, you're right!" I was in a rare good mood for the first time today, so my tone of voice became a little more relaxed. "It seems that my thinking has fallen into a dead end before."

    "It's normal, but if you care about it, it will cause chaos!" The cousin showed a very understanding look, "If it were me, then I might not be as good as you!"

    Although my cousin was purely for the purpose of comforting and persuading me, there is no doubt that his words, like a ray of dawn, forcefully squeezed into my gray heart, dispelling many worries and fears at once.  Before the operation was finally completed, my nervousness was of course inevitable, but I never felt the same fear as before.

    Different operating rooms are also undergoing intensive operations.  There are also patients who have something removed, so when the heavy metal door is opened, the patient's family members will occasionally be called to check what has been removed, such as appendicitis surgery.  Such a procedure may be to avoid some unclear medical disputes after the incision is sutured.  Let the family members of the patient see clearly what was removed in this operation, not the important body organs of the patient.

    I know that when my father's surgery reaches a certain level, such a scene will inevitably appear.  It's just that I don't know what kind of terrifying existence will be presented in front of us by then?

    At this moment, I wish I could use time to fast forward, so that I can see at the fastest speed what disgusting honor the hateful tumor that invaded my father's health has.  Unfortunately, this is not watching a disc, I can hardly fast forward.  I can only sit there quietly and wait anxiously.  People of my age usually feel that time flies like an arrow, but now, I can't wait for the time to fly like an arrow.

    As time goes by, fewer and fewer people are waiting outside the operating room.  In the silent waiting place, an extremely incongruous and sharp telephone ring suddenly rang.  It turned out that it was my sister who called my brother-in-law to inform us that it was time to eat.

    According to the attending physician, the operation normally lasts until about two o'clock in the afternoon.  Therefore, it should be a long time before the end of the operation.  Of course, no one can say for sure about the surgery, so we can't all leave.  At my insistence, my brother-in-law took my cousin and cousin back to eat first.  Before leaving, my cousin apologized to me repeatedly, saying that he had to go to work in the afternoon, because?, I won¡¯t come after dinner.  My answer, of course, is "it doesn't matter".

    I was the only one left in the waiting room.  No doctor came out to call the family.  In fact, that kind of idle waiting is quite boring.  However, I was full of worries about my father, but I didn't have the time to experience boredom at all.  Moreover, at that time, I still hoped to be bored, because no doctor came out to "interfere", which meant that my father was temporarily in no danger in the operating room.

    It is precisely because I want time to flow quickly that time feels particularly long.  But, finally, the cousin and brother-in-law reappeared.  I don't seem to feel so alone anymore.  Under the strong suggestion of my cousin and brother-in-law, I reluctantly left the waiting room and went to my sister's house for lunch.

    Now I can't remember much, how did I go to my sister's house, and what did I have for lunch?  But, I know, I must have used the fastest speed I could use at that time.  Even so, when I returned to the waiting area outside the operating room again, it was still a step late.

    My cousin and brother-in-law told me that my father's tumor had been successfully removed.  Just as I was going back for lunch, the attending physician showed them the tumor.  It feels so big and scary.  It should be seven centimeters.  They said they touched it with their fingers and it felt hard.

    At that time, I couldn't help feeling a little regret in my heart.  Hey, if I had known, I would have gone to lunch first.  It's just that the world is unpredictable, and the things that have passed can't be changed anyway.  Apart from feeling a little bit of regret in my heart, I have no other choice.

    The brother-in-law and cousin also said that at that time, the attending physician asked if you were there.  Let's say you've gone back for lunch.  Judging by the appearance of the attending physician, it seems that he has something to say to you.  Therefore, they estimated that the attending physician might come out again later.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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