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023 Out of the operating room

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    When the attending physician came out of the operating room again, my sister and wife had already arrived at the waiting area.  So, this time, the family members of patients faced by the attending physician are a large group.

    "Someone saw it just now, and the tumor is indeed relatively large." Speaking of this, the attending physician paused.

    Of course my cousin and brother-in-law understood what he meant, so they nodded very cooperatively.

    "Even so, I still tried my best to remove all the tumors I could see." Speaking of this, the attending physician paused again and showed a proud look.

    "Thank you, Director!" Hearing this, everyone immediately expressed their thanks.

    The attending physician was obviously very satisfied with our response, so he went on to say: "Manpower is also limited, so I can only guarantee that what the naked eye sees must be cleaned up. Presumably, you are also aware of the stubbornness of cancer cells.  Maybe there is no guarantee of this ability, all cancer cells must be wiped out!"

    Seeing that he stopped speaking again, the brother-in-law who was quick to see the opportunity took up the conversation and said: "We understand this. We know very well that you have tried your best! We are only grateful to you in our hearts."

    As my father's only son, the attending physician cared a lot about my opinion, so he stared at me without blinking.  In this case, no matter how confused my thoughts are, I have to express my opinion.  "Brother-in-law is right, don't worry, all we have for you, Director, is gratitude!"

    Hearing my clear statement, the tense face of the attending physician gradually relaxed.  "It is precisely because the tumor is relatively large, and I adhere to the principle of removing it all, so the operation time is relatively long. Moreover, the location of the tumor is too low, close to the stomach and lungs.  It added a lot of difficulty. I had to carefully separate the place close to the stomach and lungs. Unfortunately, because the tumor was close to the lungs, it was difficult to separate the tumor, so I still had to use a knife.  It may have adverse effects. To put it simply, there is a crack in the lung, just like a bellows, and the air leaks, which will inevitably affect the patient's lung function. But don't worry, if there is any bad situation, then we will definitely  We will do our best to solve the problem until the patient recovers."

    The words of the attending physician undoubtedly made us feel cold in our hearts.  I can see the heavy look on the faces of my cousin, sister, brother-in-law and wife.  Everyone inevitably had a bad feeling.

    Seeing that we were silent, the attending physician didn't say anything, and with the slow closing of the heavy metal with a cold light, he also retreated into the operating room again.

    The silence that can be heard from the drop of a needle creates an unparalleled depression in people's psychology.  Of course I was not in a good mood, but in such an atmosphere, I had to stand up.  "Dad's condition is already serious. Although there are some hidden dangers in the operation, at least the operation was successful. No matter what, it is better than those who died directly on the operating table. What's more,  Judging by the doctor's tone, it's not like Dad's lung injury can't be healed."

    Under my comfort, everyone's expressions gradually returned to normal.  Standing here waiting, who doesn't care about his father?  Fortunately, my sister and wife had the foresight and didn't let their mother come over.  Otherwise, after hearing the doctor's words, with my mother's fragile heart, it's not certain what will happen.

    I can only rejoice now.  Fortunately, my father finally survived the risks of the operation; fortunately, my mother did not know the real serious condition of my father.  Maybe there is some meaning of Ah Q's spiritual victory method.  But, if I don't, what can I do?  Even if he was so worried that he couldn't eat the sun or sleep at night, his worrying situation would not get better in the slightest.  As the only healthy man in the family, I had to take over the burden on my father's shoulders and bravely prop up this rickety home!

    After that, we waited for a long time, probably for the stitching and treatment of the wound.  It was not until after three o'clock in the afternoon that my father was pushed out of the operating room.  At that time, the mother also came.  The father we saw had been in a coma.  It should be because the anesthesia has not yet failed.  With just one glance, I saw that my father was covered with things.  What it is, I didn't bother to look carefully.

    Just like when I came here, my cousin and I still pushed the operating trolley onto the elevator.  I'm on the side near my father's feet.  It was clearly seen that there was something like a cover on my father's mouth at that time, and a plastic jar-like thing was attached to the other end of the cover. A doctor was pinching it continuously, and every time he pinched it, there would be a "gudong" sound.  " sound.  I guessed that it was supposed to be a device to help my father breathe.  Only listening to the continuous sound of "gudong" and "gudong" can I seem to feel the existence of my father's life.

      After getting out of the elevator, we didn't go to my father's ward, but to the intensive care unit first.  The beds in the intensive care unit had been prepared long ago, and when the operating cart was parked there, all the patient's family members had to do was to transfer the father to the bed.  At that time, my father was still unconscious, so the transfer could only be done by me and my cousin.  The doctor said, one person moves the head and the other moves the feet.  Considering that my cousin is tall and works outside all the year round, he should be stronger than me, so at my request, my cousin came to the position of my father's head.  According to the doctor's instruction, we stood in the most suitable place.  After straightening out many tubes, the doctor called "one, two, three." Under his unified command, my cousin and I worked together to move my father from the operating cart to the hospital bed.

    In this process, I once again felt a little regretful.  In the doctor's joking words: You are not moving, but procrastinating.  The "you" here refers to the cousin.  Although my father was still in a coma at the time, I still felt a throbbing pain in my heart when I saw him being dragged to the bed by my cousin with his body full of tubes.  It was because I was afraid that such a situation would arise due to my lack of strength, I turned to ask my cousin to help move my father's head.  If I had known this would be the result, I would have done it myself no matter what. Even if I used up all my strength, I would never allow my father to be dragged from the operating cart to the hospital bed.  When the doctor said "anyway, the result was achieved", I really regretted it.  I regret why I lacked confidence in myself at the time.  In fact, I should be able to move it myself.  Thinking about it now, at that time, it was precisely because I cared too much about my father that I was afraid that I would not be able to move it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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