Chapter 68 3. Surgery

Father was finally admitted to the neurosurgery ward of the Provincial Cancer Hospital, and Su Su arranged it very thoughtfully. "There's no rush for the operation, let the old man be safe and do a comprehensive checkup, and I will calm down." Pu Su said cautiously. I moved in on Monday, 188 beds is considered an auspicious number.Father is in good spirits.Strictly speaking, meningioma surgery is restricted to people over 70 years old, and his father is 74 years old. If Su Su does not have superb medical skills, he would not dare to accept this patient. "Leimer, the cost of hospitalization is about 30,000 yuan, because your father is covered by medical insurance, and you have to pay for some good medicines yourself." Pu Su explained.

"No problem, as long as it saves my father's life," I said. The operation was scheduled for Friday. In the morning, the nurses were fully armed and pushed the flat cart into the ward.At this time, my father had already shaved his head. The nurse shaved it again with a razor just now, and his head was shaved shiny.This is the first time I have seen my father shave his head. The father was lying on the flat car, and he could see that his expression was calm, but his heart was very nervous. After all, he was undergoing a craniotomy, and he didn't know what the outcome of the operation would be.The night before yesterday, three patients who had undergone craniotomy died in a row, and there was a lot of crying in the corridor.This cry had a great impact on my father.

However, my father was strong.He was lying on the flat car very calmly.When the car was pushed into the elevator on the third floor, the family members were not allowed to use it.The tenth floor, the fifteenth floor, the seventeenth floor, the elevator stopped on the seventeenth floor, and the operating room was on the seventeenth floor. My brother and I were at the elevator entrance, Yang Na was with my mother, and my father was the first to be pushed into the elevator, followed by three patients undergoing craniotomy.One hour, two hours, three hours passed, and the elevator on the seventeenth floor went straight down to the third floor. The elevator entrance was full of family members of the patients, and everyone's heart was in their throats.The elevator opened and the nurse pushed out the first patient.Everyone gathered around anxiously.Not my father, we had to wait.Two more patients were introduced in a row, and they were not fathers.Mother was a little nervous, afraid of any accident.While comforting me, I kept reminding myself to believe in simplicity. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the elevator on the seventeenth floor finally came down and stopped until it reached the third floor. I knew that my father's operation was over.

The elevator door opened, and the nurses pushed out the flat car. Father's head was covered with a gauze the size of a palm, and he fell asleep peacefully, not yet awakened from the anesthesia. "Nurse, how is the operation?" I asked quickly. "The operation was very successful. I have never seen Director Park do such a detailed operation. All the meningiomas were removed." After the nurse finished speaking, I remembered Su Su. "Nurse, where is Director Pu Su?" I asked gratefully. "It's not down yet," said the nurse. My family and the nurses pushed my father into the intensive care unit.Every patient who has undergone craniotomy has to be observed in the intensive care unit for several days, and some seriously ill patients stay there for dozens of days.The cost of the intensive care unit is astonishingly expensive, 100 yuan per hour, 2,400 yuan per day, not counting medication.

I tried to dial plain phone. "Pu Su, I'm Leimo, thank you for your hard work." "Leimo, you can really tell the truth, and thank you for your kindness!" Pu Su laughed and walked over.The mother held the simple hand, and the tears flowed down.The whole family does not know how to thank you. "Auntie, don't worry, this is the most successful operation I've ever done." Pu Su said confidently. "Pu Su, you are exhausted, go to rest, let's have a good chat some other day." I said emotionally. After Pu Su left, the whole family finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Hospitals are places of life and death, especially neurosurgery.One of the three patients who underwent surgery on the same day as his father died in the hospital on the same day as the patient who had surgery a few days ago.The corridor of the third ward at night was full of crying.Facing such a scene, I couldn't help lamenting the fragility of life.This really echoes the saying: Once you sleep and wake up, the day will pass; if you don’t wake up, a lifetime will pass. For a long time, there was no feeling of crying, no sad tears, only petty bourgeois sentiment, and life passed away in overdraft.At this time, the crying in the corridor is sad and plain, because ordinary life is passing away in pain and plainness, just like a grain of sand thrown into a lake, so plain that there is no ripple.People who see through life and death long for this kind of plainness, because no matter how big the ripples are, they will die with life, and plainness is a matter of time.

My father stayed in the intensive care unit for only one day before being sent back to the general ward. Due to the edema at the surgical site, he was babbling, and some words sounded very absurd.Pu Su said that this is emotional instability caused by edema, and it will be normal after the edema disappears. In the past few days, my father has been sleeping and turning black and white, making troubles at night and sleeping during the day. In his sleep, my father often thinks of the big willow tree in his hometown in Shandong. "The big willow tree has become a fairy, and it has nothing to do with me being blown down by the strong wind." My father said with dancing.

When I woke up, my father told me that after the big willow tree was blown down by the wind, it was used as a birthday material for my grandfather.When he was confused, his father talked nonsense. "There are four kinds of women in the hospital, escort women, laid-off women, prostitutes, and wanted gangsters." The father raves. "You hid in the ward after being wanted by the Public Security Bureau." My brother was very angry when he heard that, so he replied. "Then I will surrender myself." Father said absurdly. I couldn't help laughing when I heard my father's raving.

In the Department of Neurosurgery of the Provincial People's Hospital, there are three wards, the first ward is for traumatic brain injury, the second ward is for cerebral hemorrhage, and the third ward is for brain tumors. One night, I came back from the life service area of ​​the hospital. When I walked to the third floor, a man with blood on his face flashed out, making people feel like vomiting. I walked a few steps to stay away from him, but he followed closely. Then I asked, "Brother, where is the ENT department?" I told him and he walked away.There was no one in the corridor, and I couldn't get rid of this bloody man in front of my eyes.When I walked to the bathroom, I was shocked by a man who was urinating, with a fat round face and wearing myopia glasses. Isn't this the executive deputy mayor Du Wenge?Du Wenge didn't know me, so he walked into the ward next to my father.I was very puzzled, so I went to the nurse's station and asked the little nurse.

"Du Wenge's son suffered from glioma five years ago," said the little nurse. "The operation performed in Beijing 301 Hospital has now recurred, and the cancer cells are flying all over his head. He is already stupid and can only rely on radiation." Treatment maintained." I was quite shocked when I heard it. I couldn't help but think of the scene when I met Du Wenge at the Nanshan Temple in Sanya. The executive deputy mayor of a provincial capital city with 8 million people knelt in front of the Buddha statue for half an hour. How can not think of.