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    However, I couldn't allow me to think about it at the time, because if we stayed here for too long, it would probably arouse my father's suspicion.  I had to forcefully throw my grief and complicated thoughts out of my mind temporarily, and asked my cousin in a very depressed tone how to revise my father's CT examination report in a "reasonable and scientific" way.

    Although we had expert guidance, my sister and I still read the revised report twice with some uneasiness.  After confirming that there were no flaws, the staff asked the staff to type out a copy in the exact same format as the original CT inspection report.  After my sister and I read it again, I just asked someone to sign it in imitation of the doctor's handwriting.  Anyway, my father is not familiar with the doctors who perform CT at the Municipal People's Hospital, so as long as my sister and I didn't write it, I'm not afraid that it will show flaws.

    After paying the money and expressing my thanks again and again, I hurried home.

    As soon as I entered the door, I heard my father's slightly dissatisfied words: "Why didn't you come back until now?"

    Hearing this, I felt a "thump" in my heart.  Because I noticed the slight suspicion revealed in my father's tone.  Of course, more of it is eagerness.  I know that my father must be eager to know the results of his CT examination.  No matter what the situation is, you need to know the outcome to be truly at ease.

    I used the fastest speed to calm down the grief and panic in my heart.  "Dad, you know that I can't understand this CT scan. So, after I got it, I immediately went to the 21st floor to find the attending doctor. I never thought that he just wasn't there. This wait  Just waited for a while."

    "Oh, what did he say?"

    Hearing his father's answer in a normal tone.  I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.  In my heart, I can't help admiring my good psychological quality.

    "What else can I say? Except for the lung problem, everything is normal." I replied with pretending to be helpless, and casually put the bag containing the CT examination results on the locker.

    I try to be as natural as possible.  I want my father to feel that it was completely inadvertent that he put the test results in an obvious place.  In order not to miss any flaws, I must not directly remind or hint to my father whether to read the test results or not.  I think everything is so perfect, everything is so invisible.

    This time, I didn't hide in the room as usual, but pretended to be very thirsty and tired.  Slowly walked to the thermos, poured a cup of hot water, and then sat down at the dining table.

    Because he was afraid of arousing his father's suspicion, he didn't dare to look straight.  I just kept watching my father's every move with the peripheral vision of my eyes.

    Sure enough, as I expected, my father did not fully believe what I said.  It seems to be a bit of a struggle.  Although I didn't look at him, I was still sitting in the living room after all.  If you go to see it, it means that you don't trust your son.  But in the end, a strong desire to know the truth about her condition prevailed.  Finally, my father stood up and walked slowly towards the locker.

    At that moment, my heart suddenly beat sharply.  Although there is expert guidance, although my sister and I have checked it, although my sister and I have watched it again and again, and feel that there is no flaw, but when my father really wants to start watching, suddenly, I feel that I don¡¯t seem to be right.  With one hundred percent certainty.  To this day, I still feel a little scared.  If my father found out the flaw at that time, then I really don't know how to explain it to my father; if my father found out the truth, I really can't imagine what a huge mental blow my father would suffer, maybe it would be fatal  .

    First, my father looked at the CT film against the light like an attending physician.  I don't know if my father understood it, I only know that my father read it very carefully.  Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and he was a little nervous to find it in the bag containing the CT film.  When the father held the CT examination report in his hand, he inadvertently showed a relieved expression.  Because my father knows in his heart that if the result is really bad, then I will hide this list that he can understand in all likelihood.  Being able to find the CT examination report already shows that there is nothing wrong with him.  Father looked more carefully.  The speed is very slow, as if trying to figure out every word.

    Seeing the gradually soothing expression on my father's face, I knew that I had finally passed the test this time.  So, he drank the cold boiled water as quickly as possible, then stood up and walked into the room.  Because, at this particular juncture, I am a little afraid to be alone with my father.  I am very afraid that I will leak flaws intentionally or unintentionally.

    Seeing that I was about to leave the living room, my father hurriedly asked, "So-and-so (my nickname), have you read the ct report?"

    I didn't know what my father wanted to do, so I replied in a panic: "I've seen it."

    "It says that the anastomotic stoma is normal and there is effusion in the left pleural cavity. Besides these, did the attending physician?Say something else?  "Father asked with some worry.

    "No. He said it's okay. Everything is normal. Let me pay attention to your breathing problem. If you feel short of breath, it may be caused by excessive pleural effusion, then you must go to him in time for diagnosis and treatment. If necessary  , he will help you take out the pleural effusion again."

    "That's all?" the father asked with some disappointment.

    "That's all!" I replied with pretended affirmation.

    After hearing this, my father's face became ugly.  "Then have you asked him what's the matter with the scar pain? Why does it always hurt so much? Have you asked him if he has solved the pain problem of the scar?"

    I heard the dissatisfaction in my father's words.  But what can I say?  It is not necessary to tell your father that your pain is due to the recurrence of esophageal cancer, and the doctor can't solve it.  However, I cannot remain silent all the time.  At a loss, I could only put on a very apologetic look and said: "At that time, I only wanted to inquire about the CT scan, but I forgot to mention the pain of your scar."

    Hearing this, my father's spirit suddenly shrank a lot, but even so, he still didn't forget to comfort me and said: "Oh, it's really nothing. Even if I ask, he probably won't come up with any good solution  Or else, when I asked him that day, he would have told me already."

    Seeing my father like this, I just felt a pain in my heart.  I knew that my father needed hope at this time, so I said without hesitation: "Dad, do you still remember the person on the south bed who was discharged from the hospital in front of you?"

    "of course I remember!"

    "How about this, I'll call him and ask him. Does the scar still hurt now? If it does, has his attending physician told him a good solution?" (Remember the website website: www.  hlnovel.com
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