My father always thought that his esophageal cancer was just a minor operation. Even after enduring the enormous pain of the operation, my father didn't think that such a cancer would cause a devastating blow to him, so from the beginning to the end, we didn't let us take the initiative to inform any relatives and friends of the news of his cancer operation. The people who came to the hospital to visit one after another were all the news they got. Compared with the bustling and huge visiting scene on the bed in the south, our place is obviously much quieter. Of course, quiet also has quiet benefits. Because too frequent visits will actually consume a lot of energy of the patient, thus affecting the recovery of the patient.
As the saying goes: There is no banquet in the world that never ends. It is a kind of fate to be able to share the ward with the young man and the middle-aged family. But this fate is extremely short-lived. First, the middle-aged man left with his disabled old mother. Of course, he left this ward, not the hospital.
Possibly, some people will find it strange. In fact, let alone you, even I felt strange at first. And this strangeness all stems from that extremely absurd scene.
The middle-aged old mother was hospitalized because of a car accident. As soon as they arrived at the hospital, they were immediately taken over by an attentive doctor after being informed that it was a car accident and that the perpetrator had been successfully apprehended. Then, they were admitted to the ward where the father was. Of course, the middle-aged man and his old mother lived in the ward before us.
This is the ward on the 21st floor, and the entire 21st floor belongs to the cardiothoracic surgery department. Therefore, when I learned that the middle-aged mother's problem was the knee, I asked strangely: "Do leg injuries also belong to cardiothoracic surgery?"
"Of course not, it should belong to the orthopedic surgery department." The middle-aged man replied dispiritedly.
"Then why are you in cardiothoracic surgery?" Hearing this, I felt even more strange.
"Hey, at first, my mother was taken over by a cardiothoracic surgeon."
I can hear the helplessness and depression in the words of the middle-aged man. "These days, there seems to be no other way except to hang the water. Is it okay if this continues?" I know that my words will make the middle-aged man feel worse, but since I have already regarded him as a friend, then even No matter how harsh it is, I must offer such advice.
"I'm also skeptical. It's been more than ten days. My mother's legs have not improved, and they seem to be getting worse." The middle-aged man replied with a heavy heart.
"Personally, I think it's best not to procrastinate like this!" I reminded again.
"I know, I've been asking you to look after my mother these days because I'm looking for an acquaintance."
"It's not troublesome. You have helped us a lot. Well, it's easy to do things with acquaintances." I said with emotion
A few days later, through the introduction of an acquaintance, the middle-aged man finally met the director of orthopedic surgery. With the help of the director of orthopedic surgery, the middle-aged mother finally had an MRI examination (during the hospitalization, all examinations must be ordered by the attending physician, otherwise the relevant examinations cannot be performed). The result of the examination was that there was a large amount of fluid in his mother's bruised knee, which required surgery as soon as possible.
Although it is the same hospital, it is very difficult to transfer from one department to another for the sake of profit in all likelihood. It is said that middle-aged people gave red envelopes. I remember that the middle-aged man said that the man was very good, and he was determined not to accept him. As for whether it was paid or not, I don't remember very clearly now. Anyway, in the end, with the strong support of the director of orthopedic surgery, the middle-aged mother finally moved away from the twenty-first floor.
Hey, interest kills people! Driven by profit, many doctors regard the person who has the main car accident as a big fat sheep. In the tide of the market economy, it is understandable for "money", but don't forget your identity. Doctors are supposed to save lives. But now, I see a bad doctor who infinitely delays the patient's treatment time for his own petty profit, regardless of his own ability, and finally causes the patient's condition to deteriorate continuously. As the saying goes: Quack doctors mislead people. Now, I deeply understand that a doctor with a lack of medical ethics is definitely much more terrifying than a quack doctor.
After moving away, the middle-aged people only came up two or three times. Through a few conversations, I know that the mother of the middle-aged man finally underwent surgery. However, due to the delay for a long time, the middle-aged mother didn't know how much pain she had to endure. It seemed that for this operation, the attending physician of the orthopedic surgery had to crush the kneecap of the middle-aged mother first. Hey, just thinking about it makes people shudder.
Immediately following the middle-aged man's mother was an older grandmother in her eighties. The boy's mother said more than once (of course not in front of others): I don't know what her children think, they are so old, and they are actually brought here to suffer.After seeing the appearance of my father just coming out of the operating room, I also agree with it. The surgery performed by the patient on the 21st floor is a pain even for a strong young man, let alone an 80-year-old grandmother?
The young man's mother is straightforward, and she has expressed dissatisfaction with the newly moved grandmother's family more than once. She is over 80 years old, and when she gave birth, she must have not planned to have children, so she seems to have too many children. The grandma's children seemed to show their filial piety, so they all stayed in the hospital as long as they were free. Therefore, all of a sudden, the whole ward seemed crowded.
Although there are many people who come to the grandmother's house, there are not many who can really play a role. For example, after the operation, the grandmother heard her coughing many times, but no one responded. The young man's mother couldn't stand it any longer, so she would remind him: "So-and-so, wipe the saliva on the old man!" Sometimes the young man's mother even said bluntly: "So-and-so, why do you look like an idiot?" In my impression, among the grandma's many children, only one daughter seems to be responsible. Others only play the role of occupying space and consuming rations in the ward.
Father is also a temper who says what he says, regardless of whether others will be angry. "So-and-so, you might as well go back. Not only can you not do anything here, but it also increases the burden on the people who deliver the food!" Although the father's words were blunt, none of the children who could play any role refused to go back. In the words of my father: "How do other people know what they have done in the hospital?" The implication is that others still think that they are doing their best to serve the elderly in the hospital. It turns out that filial piety can also be faked!
Think about it, how deep a friendship would I have with such a hypocritical person? Later, the young man's family also left. Since then, I have not established the deep friendship with other latecomers as before. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com