Chapter 108 give Hong give me (2)

I couldn't be happier that you were here on Saturday.Everyone is so wonderful, but I am so unlike a thoughtful host who treats everyone well and finally forgets to give you the chocolate that I have been trying to resist for weeks.I can't remember the names of the four new friends, although their impressions are deep in my mind.I like that big boy so much. He recited my "Interview with Datang Reading Program" (by the way, how did I write it?) He recited it very well! He also pretended to be a dead body very well! Our class can I have never seen a boy who can get along so well with a girl.From this, I also have a rough imagination of the boys in your class.Oh! And her, her and her! I have so many memories that I want to type on my toes.I want to thank everything, 8 visitors for making a Saturday afternoon a wonderful one.

Coke is extremely sad. After you left, I still felt that today was "not enjoyable", so I begged God again, and God gave me a "sleepless night"...After dinner, because I didn't take a nap, I went to bed at six o'clock, I got up to watch TV at eight o’clock, and while watching, I felt something was stuck in my throat. I thought it was because I was too “aggressive” to eat kiwi just now, so I drank water desperately, but the situation was still ok Change.Forget it! Ignore it! Go to bed! Going to bed and lying down, the situation is even more serious.I just feel that the pressure under my throat is getting worse and worse, and I can hardly breathe. I turn left and right, but how can I fall asleep? The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes. Bronchoscopy or something is bad, I have gone through all the measures, and only survived because the bronchoscopy is not related to me.I heard that the taste is not good. Is it possible that I want to enjoy it again today? I haven’t finished thinking about it. I can’t stand the feeling of depression. I opened my eyes and saw that it was past 12 o’clock in the middle of the night, and my mother was working on the computer. (What were you doing at that time?) Telling the pain in my heart, my mother saw that something was wrong, and quickly called the hospital. She was calling over there while I lay on the bed and gasped.Turning left and turning right, I finally found the doctor on duty at night in the hematology department (my department). The doctor asked me about my situation and thought it would be more convenient to see a doctor face to face, as the "wire" treatment was too troublesome.Helpless, I had no choice but to go to the hospital in person at one o'clock in the morning. (Where were you at that time?) The moon was dark and the wind was high. My aunt came to rescue me by car, and the two of them helped me limping down the stairs.The street under the night was empty and deserted, only my aunt's car drove towards Xiyuan Hospital like lightning.

In the middle of the night, three people broke open the door of the hematology department.The lights in the side wards were all dark, and the whole corridor was long, long, and silent—anyway, I couldn’t find a girl like Lilac now.My mother and aunt followed me to the dimly lit nurse's station. There was only one nurse on duty, and she rushed to call the doctor on duty.The doctor on duty had a pair of glasses attached to his white face.He took my pulse and auscultated me, measured my blood pressure and asked me the reason. I couldn't think of a reason. Sitting on the chair, I felt my chest was getting tighter and tighter, as if there were pincers in my hand. down my throat.After entering his own ward, lying on the bed, and turning on the light, he saw that the patient next to him was still asleep.The doctor on duty was holding a large machine and preparing to take an electrocardiogram for me.He first wiped my body with an alcohol swab, and I couldn't help laughing again, although the situation was critical at this time.

As soon as the electrocardiogram was done, the doctor began to look at the results. He saw his eyelids drooping, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly, and a low, calm voice came out of his mouth: "It is the most comfortable position to stay in. Myocardium ischemia. Nitroglycerin?" When I heard the word nitroglycerin, wow! Only my grandfather has eaten this thing, and I am lucky enough to taste it today.A huge bag was handed over, and he poured it into his hand, but the pills that were poured out were not as big as rubber flakes. This was nitroglycerin.I put it under my tongue as they told me, but it melted away as soon as I put it in my mouth.Everything was like a relay. I was given oxygen, and immediately someone pushed a wheelchair and asked us to go to the outpatient building (this is the inpatient building) for an examination. It was around 3 o'clock in the morning. (What were you doing at that time?) My mother hurriedly pushed me, and during this time I had to cross a wide and bumpy open space, which made my heart jump out of my chest.After entering the outpatient building, I pressed the red light for the emergency room at night (reminiscent of the bell used by Gao Laozhuang for emergency assembly in "Tunnel Warfare").We shouted and called, and the doctor in charge of taking pictures finally came out of the room sleepily. He was wearing a hospital gown, and he put on a white coat again when he saw us.Unexpectedly, the trousers did not live up to expectations, and while he was leading us the way, the trousers gradually fell down his legs, and finally dragged on his feet.Seeing this, my mother and I started laughing wildly again, thinking that we should really take such an image of a doctor.