Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Prose -> Tears

180 no choice

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    As the main force, I naturally stayed at the end and pushed the cart onto the ambulance.  When I just wanted to get on the bus, the staff told me very apologetically that it was full.  In desperation, my sister and mother who had already boarded the car told me that they should go to the hospital first.  My mother told me to bring my daily necessities at home before going to the city.  Before I could answer, the ambulance sped away.

    Fortunately, my cousin arrived in time, so I don't have to worry about transportation.  Sitting in my cousin's car, I came to the house first.  At that time, the second uncle was already helping to collect the peanuts that had been exposed to the sun.  After asking, I found out that when I was talking to my cousin, my father had already given the key to the second uncle, and asked the second uncle to come over and collect the peanuts first.  The second uncle wanted to return the key to me, but firstly I was busy packing things, and secondly, I didn¡¯t know if my mother would ask the second uncle to come over to help, so I asked the second uncle to keep the key first.

    Face plates, towels, toothbrushes, tissues, mobile phones, chargers, etc., and even the urinal that the mother just bought for the father.  Because I was in a hurry to go to the hospital, I just stuffed these daily necessities into two big convenience bags, and then hurried to my cousin's car.  On the way, I received a call from my cousin, who said she would go to the hospital to see her father, and of course she also went to the city to learn to drive.  So, I asked my cousin to take my cousin with him when he passed through the town.

    Along the way, even though I was extremely sad and sad, I still held a fluke.  I have been praying to God, hoping that he can open his wise eyes and save his father who is already in danger.

    In a trance, we have come to the hospital.  At that time, my father was in the emergency room.  The father lying on the emergency bed was covered with an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.  However, the father who keeps coughing will often open it and spit.  A needle had already been inserted into the father's arm, and drops of white liquid were slowly flowing into the father's vein.  In my image, it seems that the hospital's favorite thing to do is to infuse patients.  Could it be that "infusion" is a gun?  Or is it due to the mental inertia of the medical workers in the Municipal People's Hospital?  Regardless of whether it is useful or not, it is better to hang water first!  Although my impression of the Municipal People's Hospital is extremely bad, as long as I don't leave our place, do I have other choices?

    After shaking my head helplessly, I asked my sister to find out about the situation.  My sister said that the hospitalization procedures have been completed, and now I am waiting for the hospital's notice.  Sure enough, not long after, a staff member came over and pushed the hospital bed to the inpatient department.  Looking at the direction, I knew that this time it should be different from the place where my father had surgery last time.  As expected, we came to a relatively low and dilapidated building.

    Take the elevator to the fifth floor (it should be the fifth floor, it¡¯s been a long time, I don¡¯t remember very clearly), and helped push the hospital bed to the ward. With the cooperation of the staff, my brother-in-law and I moved my father from the emergency cart  to the middle bed.  After a closer look, it was a ward next to the nurse's station on this floor.

    As soon as I arrived here, under the guidance of the doctor, the nurse first drew blood and took it for testing, then gave the infusion, and connected the instruments for detecting blood pressure and heartbeat to the father.  From the current point of view, it seems that all the data are still within the controllable range.

    According to our estimation, father should live here for a while.  Therefore, the first thing we think of is the rest of the guardian at night.  This ward is much narrower than the ward in the new building on the 21st floor.  However, it is estimated that taking a nap on the floor with a foam pad should not be a big problem.  So, after the father was settled temporarily, the brother-in-law went back to get the splicing foam boards and quilts that the children played with.

    Next, all we have to do is wait patiently for the test results.  While waiting, I walked around this floor, first looking for the location of the urgently needed boiling water room.  When I wanted to replace my mother and take a break, I was stopped by the nurse at the nurse's station.  They told me that some equipment here is not enough, please let me go upstairs to help borrow one.  They emphasized that this was what my father had to use.  I naturally have no reason to refuse.  Taking the IOU they issued, I went upstairs to borrow things.

    The people upstairs and downstairs had been on the phone a long time ago, so I borrowed the equipment without any trouble.  When I went downstairs with the instrument, I finally understood why these nurses didn't let my mother or sister borrow it, because it was quite heavy and I didn't have the strength to lift it.  Before I came up, the nurse had already told me to be more careful, because this instrument is very fragile and can be easily damaged.  I carefully protected the instrument like I was holding a baby. Although it made it more difficult to carry it, I never let the instrument get knocked even once from the beginning to the end.

    After the nurse got it, she really used it for my father immediately.  Of course I don't know the names of these instruments, but judging from the posture, these doctors and nursesThe members seem to take their father seriously.  One instrument on one side, and at the same time, there are infusion bottles on both sides.  It reminds me of my father's time in the intensive care unit.  I hope my father will not be frightened by this battle.

    Father's cough seemed to be getting worse, and many times, the sputum was bloody.  My heart is constantly tightening.  I was very afraid that my father would get out of hand.  Either take over from the mother and keep helping the father wipe the bloody sputum; or go outside and walk back and forth restlessly.  Waiting in worry is the most tormenting.  And, in order not to make my father suspicious, I had to suppress my worries most of the time.

    Fortunately, since he vomited a lot of blood and fainted in the morning, although his father was depressed, his performance in other aspects was still stable, and there was no sign of further deterioration of his condition.  Father's sanity has been very clear.  During the doctor's examination and inquiry, my father rarely joked with others.  On the surface, my father seemed optimistic.  This time, it was quite rare for my father not to resist the routine examination of blood drawing.  In the words of my father, I will actively cooperate in order to recover soon.  Because of his performance, my father won the doctor's heartfelt praise.  However, from the expression on the doctor's face after he left the ward, it is not difficult for me to judge that my father's condition is actually quite bad.  Although the results of the examination have not yet come out, as an experienced middle-aged doctor who has worked for many years, it is actually not difficult to make a preliminary judgment based on the total signs.  (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