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188 Die Suddenly

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    Just when I was hesitating, my sister came over and urged: "Doctor, go and see quickly. My dad is dying soon!"

    It turned out that when I was discussing the rescue plan with the doctor, my sister went back to the ward to visit my father because I was worried.  What the elder sister saw was the painful appearance of the father who was on the verge of death, so she ran over in a panic.

    The doctor and I heard the words, and neither cared about the "throat opening".  The first time to rush to the ward.  At this moment, the father has returned to the painful appearance just like a fish leaving the water.  Father was breathing as hard as he could through his mouth.  There is always the danger of not being able to catch one's breath at any time.

    As soon as the doctor arrived, he joined the ranks of the nurses for first aid.  Soon, the ambulance was pushed in.  I can see that the doctors and nurses at this time are also a little panicked.  At that time, I was already burning with anxiety, but I could only stand aside, unable to intervene at all.  I know that the key to whether my father can survive the danger now is whether he can clean up the accumulated blood accumulated in the lungs.  Now, my father's sanity is no longer clear, so it is completely unrealistic to expect his father to be able to cough up the accumulated blood by himself.  But how can we effectively clear out these harmful lung fluids without the cooperation of our father?  Time waits for no one, and if there is a little delay, my father will surely die of suffocation.  what to do?  What should I do?

    Suddenly, I saw the patient with the hole in the throat on the next bed.  I clearly remember the scene where the nurse used an instrument to extend into the tube in his throat to help suck up the thick phlegm and congestion.  At this time, my father's breathing became weaker and weaker, and I didn't care about the occasion at all. I shouted loudly: "Suction! Suction!"

    Under my reminder, a nurse hurriedly brought the equipment specially used to suck phlegm from the throat from the emergency cart.  At the same time, another nurse had already given the father a cardiotonic injection.  The nurse forced the tube through Dad's open mouth and squeezed the bulb at the top.  Unfortunately, after trying several times, I couldn't get any blood stasis.

    The doctor said with great regret: "If the throat is not opened, the tube cannot reach the lungs, so it is impossible to suck out the blood stasis in the lungs."

    Hearing this, my heart couldn't help sinking to the bottom.

    Seeing that his father was really dying, the doctor hurriedly asked the nurse to give him another shot.  The heart-boosting shot was taken, but unfortunately it didn't seem to have any effect at all.

    Gradually, the father's open mouth stopped twitching.  I knew that my father's breathing had stopped.  At this time, the rescue of doctors and nurses is still going on.  My brain seemed to be completely blank at that moment.  I just instinctively looked at the busy doctors and nurses in front of me.  I no longer hear even the slightest bit of noise from outside.  I seem to be looking at the floating shadow of the picture of the world I am in in another world.  I feel like everything has become unreal.  In a trance, I was like falling into a horrible dream, but my mind was extremely clear.  I clearly saw my father lying there motionless, breathless, and three men in white coats were doing something extremely anxiously.  They pressed their chests desperately, and they were shocked with electric shocks.  However, the father lying on the hospital bed was completely unresponsive.  Father's open mouth gradually closed.  Father's expression became extremely peaceful.  Except that he was not breathing, and his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, the father at that time was no different from falling asleep.  Father seemed to fall asleep forever without any worries.

    I wanted to shout: "Stop making noise, let my dad sleep peacefully!" But, as if something was blocking my throat, I couldn't even make a sound.  I felt as if I had been cast by Sun Wukong's immobilizing spell, and I couldn't do anything except stand there and watch quietly.

    After about ten minutes, the busy doctors and nurses finally stopped.  He checked his breath, felt his heartbeat, opened his father's eyes, looked at his pupils, and then the doctor announced with a helpless and sad face that his father had passed away.

    As soon as the doctor announced his father's death, my mother burst into tears.  Although the older sister on the side was not as unbearable as her mother, she was already in tears.  So, the mother and sister hugged each other and cried into a ball.

    All along, my father has been the backbone of our family.  Father's broad chest firmly blocked all ups and downs for us.  Now, the solid pillars and broad chest collapsed.  Perhaps, the father's departure has little impact on the whole world; however, it is an almost fatal and painful blow to our family.

    I didn't cry.  At that time, I still had a very unreal feeling.? feeling.  It was only six or seven months before and after, and my father, who had always been physically strong, just left.  It's kind of hard for me to accept anyway.

    In fact, my father has not been very satisfied with my physical condition.  In the words of my father, it is "sackcloth bags, straw bags, one generation is not as good as one generation".  When my grandfather was in his sixties, he could kill pigs by himself; although my father's strength was not as strong as his grandfather's, he was still a rare opponent among his peers;  He looks like a weak scholar.  When I couldn't stand the cold and put on my coat, my father was still wearing short sleeves.  However, such a strong father passed away when he was just in his early sixties.  Could it be true?  I seem to be in a dream.  If this is really an extremely real nightmare, then how I wish I could wake up soon.

    Unfortunately, all of this is true.  My mother's sorrowful cries pulled my consciousness back from the trance.  I pinched the flesh on my thigh hard.  That was a real pain.  Soon, the pain in my thigh rushed to my heart like a flood that had burst a bank.  So, I felt an unparalleled heartache.  However, this kind of pain can't cover up the monstrous sadness in my heart at all.

    In fact, I really want to cry!  I really want to let out my pain desperately like my mother, to vent the grief in my heart that is so thick that it is almost difficult to dissolve.  But, I know, I can't.  The pillars of the family have just fallen. If I can't stand up bravely at this time and take over from my father as a broad chest to protect me from the wind and rain, then my family will collapse completely.  At this time, I had to force myself to suppress the sadness in my chest, and I had to force myself to cheer up.  I shook my head violently to keep myself clear-headed, because there are still many things waiting for me to deal with.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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