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The tall middle-aged man was replaced by a woman who was about the same age as his father. She was accompanied by her daughter. When they entered the door, they didn't know if they left in too much haste, or because of the negligence of the security guards. Anyway, the woman didn't have any oral liquid. They once asked me, and I enthusiastically asked them to ask the security guard at the entrance for one. Therefore, compared with other people, they are more familiar to me. When they had nothing to do, they took the initiative to chat with me.
Through talking, I know that they came to check only because the woman has been feeling a little sick to her stomach recently. It seems that my first impression was not wrong. Unlike me, they really felt relaxed. Of course I didn't tell them about my father's situation, firstly because I was afraid of being heard by my father at the side, and secondly, there was absolutely no need for that, after all, I just met them by chance. I talked to them about irrelevant topics.
When the father's name was heard again, the nurse took the prepared medicine and quickly started the infusion for the father. It is basically no different from ordinary hanging water. There is only one difference, that is, the father must turn sideways first. Of course I don't know why. In my opinion, lying on the side or lying on the back should not have much effect on the infusion. I didn't chat with them anymore, because I was afraid of any adverse reactions to the anesthetic. I stared at my father closely, not daring to leave even a second. It didn't take long for my father's consciousness to become blurred. It seemed that the anesthetic had played a role.
The door of the gastroscopy examination room where the father was located opened, and a comatose patient was pushed out from the inside. Under the command of the nurse, I pushed the push bed in. After fixing the push bed, the doctor inside immediately let me out. Then the curtain was drawn. It seems that they don't want the family members to check the inspection process.
According to my later father, at first, the doctor will push you, and only after you are completely unresponsive will the real examination begin. Through the gap in the door curtain, I saw the doctor pick up a long, thick tube. Presumably, it is a gastroscope with a camera. Although I didn't see it clearly, I thought that the doctor would then insert this thick and long tube from my father's mouth into the esophagus and finally to the stomach. If there is no anesthetic, then this is definitely a very painful process. No wonder my father insisted on a painless gastroscopy.
While I was waiting anxiously, the curtain was finally lifted again. I walked in immediately and pushed my father who was still in a coma out of it. I have always stood by my father's side. Soon, the father began to regain consciousness. I didn't immediately help my father off the bed like the family members of the tall middle-aged man, because I knew that my father's body was not comparable to that middle-aged man. After my father regained consciousness completely, I helped him to sit on the chair beside him.
I heard my father's name being called again, and I answered. I saw the nurse holding a small glass bottle with a small piece of something in it. It should have been cut from the father's throat or stomach.
"Are you a family member of so-and-so (the name of the father)?" the nurse asked again as if confirming.
"Yes. What's the matter?"
"Send this slice to the laboratory for testing." The nurse replied lightly.
"It's just that my dad seems to"
Before I could finish speaking, the nurse interjected: "Before the effect of the medicine completely wears off, it's best not to walk around. Don't worry, sit here and let us watch, he will be fine."
Hearing this, I can't say anything more. After asking about the specific direction of the laboratory department, I left as quickly as possible.
The location of the laboratory department feels quite remote to me. After turning left and right several times, I finally found it. Compared with the gastroscopy office there, it is obviously much calmer. There was only one doctor sitting there bored.
"Excuse me, is this the laboratory?" I asked politely.
"Yes." The doctor replied indifferently. He only took one look at me and knew what I was here for. "Give me the materials."
Hearing this, I handed over the slice and a sheet of inspection results.
The doctor took a look at the list, then frowned and said, "What is your relationship with the patient?"
"I am his son!" I replied succinctly.
"Oh, the patient's condition is not very good!"
Seeing the doctor look genuinely worried, my heart was touched a little, which is very rare. It seems that the Municipal People's Hospital is not without doctors of noble character! Look, isn't this the one in front of you! Unexpectedly, he would worry about a patient he never knew. This is really not easy! Of course, looking at its appearance, I am even more worried. Because, I know, father's esophagus?The possibility of relapse seems very high. "Then what should I do?" I asked for help.
"It takes three or four days to get the results of ordinary tests. But, for your father's situation, I suggest you speed up!" The doctor still looked sympathetic.
"Then trouble you to help speed up the inspection!" At that time, I completely regarded the doctor in front of me as a good man.
"Yes, of course!" The compassionate emotion was immediately replaced by an excited emotion, "Pay the money. Two hundred yuan (I don't remember very clearly, but it's an integer anyway). I promise to get it tomorrow."
I was stunned for a moment, and then I laughed at myself (inside). I'm so naive too! In this materialistic world, why would a stranger help you for no reason? Immediately, the tall and upright image of the doctor in front of me collapsed. What I saw was an ugly face swallowed by material desires. Such a talent, it's a pity not to become an actor!
Do I still have a choice? I didn't want to procrastinate. Regardless of whether it is a recurrence or not, I want to know the result as soon as possible. This way I can take more effective countermeasures. Although I was extremely upset, I still handed in the "acceleration payment" every penny. What's even more exasperating is that the money was paid without even a receipt, and all I got was the empty promise from that ugly face that "come here at around 10 o'clock tomorrow morning to get the test report". Without a receipt, these "gifts" have become unverifiable windfalls. Who knows where these funds will eventually flow?
Originally, my father's gastroscope examination was not optimistic, and I accidentally discovered the dark place of the Municipal People's Hospital, so my mood suddenly became extremely bad. I went back to the gastroscopy office disgruntled. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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