The boy's mother laughed after hearing the report, obviously agreeing with my opinion. In fact, since then, our two families have indeed achieved friendship and mutual assistance, even to the point of not distinguishing each other.
Today, my father has praised the attending physician more than once. Seeing my father's mood getting better and better, of course I am very happy. That's not the only thing that makes me happy. Maybe my sister and wife came here to persuade me these two days, and my mother, brother-in-law and I continued to be soft and hard. Starting this morning, the effect of my father's cough has improved significantly. I could see that my father was coughing desperately in great pain. I believe that even a strict attending physician will definitely praise it twice after seeing it. In fact, it is precisely because of my father's own attention and active cooperation that since the morning, my father has been able to cough up a lot of bloody thick phlegm every time. The most gratifying thing is that the frequency of my father's coughing has also increased a lot. Having mastered basic common sense, I know that if the current situation continues, my father will never be in danger of his life due to insufficient coughing.
However, the improved mood came at the expense of my busy body. Because, now, not only do I have to look at the infusion bottle, but I also need to eat regularly, and I need to help my father wipe the thick phlegm from time to time. It can be said that the original psychological suffering has become the current physical suffering. Of course, achievements are also gratifying. The originally empty trash can was gradually filled with tissues one after another. Now, the facial tissue used by the father has a tendency to catch up with the boy's father.
Since the first time I started fighting food, I have been constantly observing and summarizing. After two tentative beatings, I think normal nasal feeding should be possible. Strictly follow the instructions of the attending physician and take food once an hour. Throughout the afternoon, I played a full six times. It is precisely because of the large number of times that I have gradually grasped the correct rhythm of beating food. A full syringe is exactly 60ml. The 60ml is equally divided into several large and small compartments. Through continuous trial and error, I finally discovered that as long as I push half a small frame each time, after silently saying "one, two, three" in my heart, I push another half small frame, then silently say, and push again. By analogy, until all the food in the syringe is finished. Its time is just a little over two minutes. This is definitely a relatively ideal speed. At the same time, it is also a relatively easy way to advance. Perhaps, this is the so-called "practice brings true knowledge".
At nearly six o'clock, my mother came over. I asked, and my mother said that my brother-in-law would come over tonight. Originally, I was a little worried about whether my brother-in-law had enough energy. The mother said that the brother-in-law has been sleeping since he came back from school this morning, and he just got up when the mother came to the hospital. Mother told me to go back to dinner and go to bed early. My mother said, I haven't slept well for several days. Mother's words were full of concern.
I didn't go back immediately. I told my mother that I would not go to my sister's house until my brother-in-law came and explained the precautions for beating food clearly. I didn't tell my mother what to do (I'm afraid my mother might not be able to figure it all out), but at six o'clock, I directly injected thick rice soup into my father's nasal tube.
At my request, when my brother-in-law came over, he brought a nutritious rice soup that was steamed with greens, carrots and other vegetables. My brother-in-law arrived at the ward at exactly seven o'clock, and I happened to use the newly arrived warm and nutritious rice soup as a demonstration. After my detailed explanation combined with practical experience, my brother-in-law quickly mastered the basics of beating food. After that, I left the hospital with confidence.
When having dinner at my sister's house, I briefly told my sister and wife about my father's recent situation. Both my sister and my wife were very happy about the change in my father's cough. As for their father's high evaluation of the attending physician, they all felt that this should not be a bad thing. Especially my sister, I feel that the trust in the attending physician can strengthen my father's confidence in overcoming the disease. In the words of my sister, absolute confidence can achieve absolute victory.
Possibly, my sister's views are suspected of idealism. However, in the process of fighting against the disease, the role played by the human spirit is indeed crucial. I heard that a person had a physical examination at the Municipal People's Hospital and was told that he had a certain cancer. On the spot, this man fell down in fright. The man was carried home on a stretcher. Later, because the family members of this person did not believe that he would get a certain cancer in such a healthy state, they resolutely took him to a professional hospital in Shanghai for another examination. As a result, experts from the Shanghai Professional Hospital told him with certainty that you are healthy and there is absolutely no cancer. Hearing this, the "cancer patient" who was carried by the stretcher immediately jumped off the stretcher alive and well. It is said that the "cancer patient" was the first to get out of the car when it arrived home. I haven't investigated the authenticity of this rumor, but I think that even if it is false, the important role of the spirit emphasized in it is still very reasonable. I believe that the rapid death of many cancer patients is largely due to mental breakdown.??, to put it plainly, it means being frightened by cancer. If they can overcome their fear of cancer, although they may not be able to defeat cancer, they will definitely have no problem living for a longer period of time.
After dinner, I, my wife and children returned to our home in a relaxed mood that we had never felt since we learned that our father had cancer. Feeling sorry for my wife, she urged me to take a shower as soon as I got home. After that, he told me not to worry about anything and go to rest quickly. So, very rarely, I became the first person in my family to sleep. Often, children in kindergarten are the first to go to bed.
At present, my father is developing in a good direction, so that night, with my mind gradually relaxed, I slept very fast and soundly. With this sleep, I almost fell asleep all the drowsiness I had accumulated in the past few days.
The next day, I got up early, washed up, ate some dry food, drank some boiled water, and hurried to my sister's house first. I took the nutritious rice soup made by my sister, and rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible.
After six o'clock in the morning, as soon as I came to the ward, I asked my mother and brother-in-law to go back to rest. After a whole night's sleep, my energy is good, and I feel full of energy to do anything. At seven o'clock, I pushed nutritious rice soup to my father through the nasal tube on time. I thought this was the best I've ever done.
When I was feeding, the young man also used the nutritious rice soup I brought, and under my demonstration, he gave his father a decent nasal feeding. This time, they didn't say anything like thank you, so it's not hard to see how close the relationship between our two families has become. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com