godfather of surgery

Chapter 157 Missed
The plane arrived at Nandu Airport at 09:30 in the evening, but it was eleven o'clock now, and no one had arrived yet.

"Has the plane arrived?" Mr. Ning was a little tired, and his voice was hoarse.

"It's early, Xiao Feng has already picked up Uncle Nong and his brother, and is on his way to the hospital." Ms. Ning sent another WeChat message to urge her.

"Why haven't you come yet, this kid—" Mr. Ning's eyelids were heavy, and after he finished speaking, he squinted his eyes to rest again.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of the machine, blood coming in and out along various channels.

The doctor keeps checking the machine, analyzes the returned test data, and issues various doctor's orders, while the nurses are busy carrying out the doctor's orders and making timely nursing records.

"The blood oxygen has started to drop!" The doctor in charge of the magic lung reported.

"With thrombus formation, the efficiency of blood exchange has dropped!" Director Wei analyzed.

After a long time, Mr. Ning narrowed his eyes and said:
"Qiqi, why is it so dark, don't turn off the lights!"

Miss Ning looked at the light in the room, it was on, her heart skipped a beat, and she held her father's hand tightly.

"Dad, the lights are all on, don't be afraid!"

The voices of several machines are a bit noisy, and the monitoring also occasionally emits beeping alarms.

"look!"

The latest blood test results came out, and Director Wei whispered to Yang Ping to take a look.

All inspection sheets are gray for normal ones, red for high indicators, and blue for low indicators. Now all the inspection sheets of Mr. Ning are either red or blue.

As for the critical value, that is, when this index is life-threatening, the laboratory will report the critical value, and there will be a special plum blossom mark next to the critical value. Now there are not one or two critical values ​​on the inspection sheet, but pieces of critical values. value.

At the nurse's desk in the emergency ward, phone calls rang one after another. The nurse was holding a notebook and registering critical values ​​while listening to the phone. She never stopped.

Based on all the inspection reports, Director Yang Ping and Director Wei sighed helplessly: multiple organ failure, disseminated intravascular coagulation, acute pulmonary embolism, acute myocardial infarction, and acute cerebral infarction have all begun. As a living body, Mr. Ning's physiological functions The avalanche has begun.

Time is running out, the candle is exhausted, the candle flame is flickering in the night wind, and the tiny, feeble flame is about to go out.

Life, there is always an end, but some people leave quietly, and some people are always looking back and waiting.
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"Xiao Feng, hurry up!" The farmer kept looking at his watch, clutching his pants with both hands, his palms were sweaty.

"It's been ten years. He should have forgotten that he has a son. I grew up amidst his roar. In his eyes, I'm just a worthless person. He hates and despises everything I do. I I love music, but he doesn’t understand. I remember that I won a prize for the violin in middle school. I told him excitedly how I wish he could praise me, even one sentence. How would he do it? He threw my prize, a bronze violin model, into the trash can, scolding me for not doing my job properly, playing with things and losing my mind, I will never forget that scene, forever! Really, forever! From then on, I knew that he didn't have my son, he gave up on me. I don't care, I have my own life and don't need to follow his will."

Xiao Ning sneered, shook her head to herself, and kept looking out the window.He has a tired face, holds a bag in his arms, has long curly hair, and exudes an artistic temperament.

"You are wrong! He loves you deeply, but in a way you don't like, and he never gave up on you. After you go to prison, you don't want to see him. On your birthday, he will be outside the prison, A person squats and smokes, no matter whether it rains or snows that day, from morning to night, all day long. After you get out of prison, you leave without saying goodbye. He tried his best to find you, knowing that some clues are deceptive. Still go all the way; Do you still remember a composition in middle school——My dream? In the composition, you wrote about the life you most yearn for, singing and playing the violin in a bar, and you described the beautiful dream in that dream. The bar, he built a bar based on your composition, and he built every brick and tile by himself. For this reason, he fell down, fractured his lumbar spine, and lay in bed for a whole month and a half; I call your name every day in my dreams, and I want to sit down with you, face to face, and have a good chat." Uncle Nong was very haggard and his voice was hoarse.

Xiao Ning was silent, kept looking out of the window, and hugged Bao tightly in her arms.

"Do you remember this area? The old factory area has been demolished now. You and Qiqi lived here when we were young. After the factory closed down, everyone was laid off. I followed your father to start a business. Do you know the hardships we had at that time?" ?Of course you don’t know, because your father never told you about it. He didn’t talk about it. After your mother passed away, he never remarried. Why? He was afraid that you would be wronged! With his status, it would be difficult for him to remarry Not only did he not remarry, he didn’t even have scandals, why? It’s all about taking care of your brothers and sisters! If he doesn’t care about you, he doesn’t care about you, he can have ten or eight sons, and he still needs this time, waiting eagerly You come back? The child who was injured by you, he has to send money to him every month. This is in addition to compensation. Every year during the Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, and the child’s birthday, he will arrange to visit him personally. What is he doing? Redeeming your sins, redeeming your sins!" Uncle Nong was a little excited and coughed.

Xiao Ning took a deep breath, her chest was a little congested, and she felt a dull pain. This old factory area is already full of tall buildings, and the buildings from her childhood no longer exist, but some childhood memories are still vivid.

"Dad, my stomach hurts!"

"Don't be afraid, with Dad here, the hospital will be here soon."

When Xiao Ning was five years old, she had acute appendicitis in the middle of the night, abdominal pain, and high fever. It happened that there was a typhoon that night, the storm was violent, the bus was out of service, and there was no car on the street. The raincoat wrapped him in his arms, and he ran in the storm until he reached the hospital.

"Son! Some things, if you miss them, you will regret them forever; some things, if you lose them, you will never have a chance to make up for them!"

Uncle Nong handed Xiaoning a tissue, and he wiped away his tears, still silent, looking out the window.

The farmer's phone rang, and his heart tightened, with an ominous premonition.

"Uncle Nong, Dad is dying!" Miss Ning's voice trembled on the phone.

"Hurry up, Xiao Feng!" Uncle Nong urged, tears streaming down his face, and the Rolls-Royce galloped in the night.

"Your father is dying—" the farmer murmured, he kept pulling his thighs, and looked out the window.

Xiao Ning sniffed a few times: "Hurry up—"
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Suddenly, Mr. Ning reached out to find something under the pillow, and Ms. Ning reached in to help him find it, and took out an exquisite copper violin model.

"Meet him, give him this, tell him I love him and he's the best!"

With trembling and dry hands, he placed the violin in Miss Ning's palm.

Then go back to the semi-recumbent position, lie down, turn your head to one side, and look in the direction of the door.

Mr. Ning closed his eyes, murmured to himself in a low voice:

"Qiqi, open the door, you stay, let the doctors go out, thank you, thank you, Dr. Yang, for your hard work!"

Time passes silently, life!
After a long time, Mr. Ning sighed and his voice became softer.

"The ship's here, I should go, the kid—"

"Qiqi, it's getting dark, go and call my brother back—"

Turning his head to the side of the door, he didn't speak again, and two lines of tears slid down.

"father!"

Miss Ning knelt by the bed, holding her father's hand, it was cold.

The wave pattern on the ECG monitor trembled for a while, and then became a straight line.
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The elevator door opened, and Miss Ning's secretary came up to meet her. Uncle Nong didn't wait for her to speak, and rushed in with Xiao Ning. The secretary immediately let the security guard let him go.

"Hurry up! The last room!"

With hurried steps, Xiao Ning was panting with her bag on her back, and the fat body of Uncle Farmer followed behind, constantly urging, pointing to the last ward.

He rushed to the door, the door was open, and the inside was empty, and the nurse was doing cleaning work inside. He recognized his sister who was sitting by the bed, and sat very calmly.

Xiao Ning walked towards his father's hospital bed step by step. The bed was empty, and he asked dully:

"Sister! Where's Dad?"

"He's gone, let me wait for you here!"

My sister handed it over, a copper violin model.

"He put it on the pillow for ten years, let me give it back to you!"

"He walked away saying, he loves you, you are the best!"

　This is just a small implanted story. I have seen too many partings between life and death in clinical practice. In the face of life and death, human nature is vividly displayed, with both evil and good.As a book, it is better to describe the beautiful side of human nature. Writing a book should not only be cool, but also a little bit deep.The inspiration for this implanted story comes from "Inception". Those who have watched "Inception" will not forget the warm father-son story in it. The scene where Fisher saw his father for the last time, I think, is a film and television work The most successful shot of the last scene, in just a few tens of seconds, vividly expresses the depth, helplessness, misunderstanding, love and hatred, and warmth. Salute to the screenwriter and Nolan!My writing ability is limited and I can't reach that level, but I also want to implant a concept into readers through this story: Cherish every day, cherish the loved ones around you, speak calmly, be more tolerant and considerate, and put your best side Present to parents, children and lovers.In addition: For readers who mentioned that some unimportant characters have too much ink, whether it is meaningful, I would like to tell you here that this book is just a little bit of a prelude, it is just the foreshadowing in the early stage, and the foreshadowing has not been completed yet. I won't spend too much pen and ink describing redundant and meaningless people, and I won't waste pen and ink describing irrelevant things.It's just that some characters in the book, even supporting roles, have their own lives and struggles.The plot of the book unfolds steadily, and the grades of the book rise steadily!Still the same sentence, with the companions of you, you will be able to travel far!Thank you for your silent support all the time, bow!salute!

　　
　
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