The father who broke out completely was absolutely unrelenting. While berating the attending physician for being dishonest, he insisted on asking me to ask for a clear deadline immediately. When exactly is the tube extubated? When will you be discharged from the hospital?
I really couldn't shirk it, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask. Because of my father's impatient temper, after greeting the attending physician several times, I asked the questions my father was eager to know. As before, the attending physician's answer was still ambiguous "one or two days".
When I told my father the attending physician's answer, my father became even more angry. "One or two days, one or two days! Each time is one or two days. But a whole month has passed, and I am still lying in the ward! If this continues, I will definitely be the last person to be discharged from the ward. What my father meant was that he would be discharged from the hospital later than the seventy-something old man on the bed in the south)."
When my father got angry, my sister happened to come too. After asking about the situation, my sister also thought that the attending physician's practice was extremely inappropriate. Although my sister knew that the attending physician had good intentions, she also felt that this was not enlightenment or comfort, but continuous deception. This practice of attending physicians can only play a certain role in a very short period of time, but in the long run, the disadvantages are very obvious. My sister believes that my father's extremely unstable mental state is not unrelated to the wrong method of consolation by the attending physician.
Now my father doesn't believe the words of the attending physician at all. "Hurry up and ask. You must give me a clear deadline, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? Otherwise, I will go home by myself now." My sister's understanding made my father's emotions even more agitated.
No way, I had to bite the bullet and go over to ask again.
After knowing my reason for coming, the attending physician said very helplessly: "Your father doesn't know, don't you know? The reason why I have been delaying the deadline for discharge is entirely for your father's benefit!"
"I know that. We have always been very grateful for your care and attention. It's just that my father's temper" I replied very apologetically.
"Well, if the tumor wasn't too big, it wouldn't have moved the lungs." The attending physician sighed, and then continued, "If this problem is not resolved, I really don't feel relieved to let your father be discharged from the hospital. After all, here There are doctors, equipment, and any emergencies can be dealt with in time."
"I know, I knowActually, from the perspective of us as children, we also hope that father will stay here for two more days. But, I am afraid that if father gets angry, it will backfire." I very tactfully said Worries were spoken out.
The attending doctor showed me a understanding expression, and then said: "In this situation, it's really hard to say how long it will take. Judging from the current situation, at least the fluid in the lungs must be taken out first. How about that?" , I will write you an order, you take your father to have a B-ultrasound right now. Be sure to remind the doctor of the examination to 'spot'."
"A fixed point?" I asked with some doubts.
"It is to put a red dot on the place suitable for extracting effusion. Don't worry, as long as you remind, the doctor who checks will know what to do." The attending physician patiently explained.
After I expressed my sincere thanks, I went back to the ward with the checklist issued by the attending physician.
"Smelly boy, are you colluding with the surname XX (the surname of the attending physician) to fool me together!" After learning that I didn't ask for a clear deadline, my father seemed very annoyed.
"Dad, how can it be?" I put on a very innocent look, "What he said makes sense. Dad, even if you want to leave the hospital, you have to pump out the fluid in your lungs first, right?"
"I can't believe you! So-and-so (the name of my sister's nickname), you'd better ask."
"Dad, if you want to ask, you have to wait until after the examination. Come on, let's go for a B-ultrasound first!" I carried my father and walked out without saying a word.
Father also knew that if he wanted to be discharged from the hospital, he had to solve the problem of fluid in his lungs first. Therefore, there is no lack of cooperation.
The b-ultrasound examination department is not as busy as the ct examination. It didn't take us long to check it out. As the attending physician said, the examiner placed a small red spot somewhere on the father's back.
After returning to the ward, my father inevitably repeated the story. I had to try my best to persuade. "Dad, if you go back with the effusion in your lungs, can you rest assured?" "Now, isn't the attending physician actively solving the problem? I guess after the effusion in the lungs is taken out, you should be able to leave the hospital."
I was very afraid that my father would anger the attending physician by asking others to inquire again. After all, the father's follow-up issues still have to be resolved by others. In case the attending physician gets angry and puts down the pick, the father??Isn¡¯t it dangerous? Fortunately, under my persuasive persuasion, my father finally gave up his plan to ask my sister to ask for a clear deadline.
However, the father's eagerness did not ease in the slightest. In the evening, my father, who had already made a compromise, asked me to go over and ask if I could come to my house tonight and take a bath.
I think my father's request should not be too much, so I went to check it very rarely and quickly.
After hearing my words, the attending physician said with a cold expression, "Don't push your boundaries! Originally, after the effusion was drawn, it would be best to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days. In view of your father's eagerness to be discharged from the hospital, I have already made a concession. You go and tell him that after the fluid in his lungs is taken, he will be discharged from the hospital. But tonight, you must live here with peace of mind!"
Things have come to this, of course I can't say anything more. Fortunately, seeing that his father was really going to be discharged from the hospital this time, he didn't feel any more emotional.
The next day, after the ward rounds, the young assistant of the attending physician came over and removed his father's lung drainage tube. However, probably because of fear, he never came to take out the fluid in his father's lungs. In the end, around ten o'clock in the morning, the attending physician did it himself. Although there was already a "fixed point" for taking out the effusion and giving the needle, the attending physician carefully measured his father's body with his right hand for a long time before he dared to give the needle. I saw the attending physician draw several syringes with my own eyes. After everything was finished, I couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat secretly. Because from the cautious expression of the attending physician, it is not difficult for me to see that there is still a lot of risk in taking the fluid this time.
After finishing the work, the attending physician asked me to go through the discharge procedures. I worriedly asked my father if there would be fluid accumulation in his lungs. The attending physician replied that it was ok, and that he would come for regular checkups in the future. So far, the longest hospital stay in my father's life has truly come to an end. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com