Dear Mr.Huo: I still love you

Seeing that my mother and Huo Yancheng had a good chat, I couldn't help going to the doctor's office. I didn't know what was going on.

At this time, a nurse came over, and Huo Yancheng's assistant also arranged someone to push my father back to the ward. Seeing this, I hurried forward and asked the assistant, "how's it going? Have you checked everything? "

The assistant nodded but didn't speak, and my heart was tight and I didn't know what was wrong, just like the feeling of checking the score in the exam in those years.

"Go and settle down my father. I'll go to the doctor." After that, I hurried to the doctor's office, feeling uneasy.

In the doctor's office, the foreign doctor was whispering something with the hospital director in standard Chinese. When I went in, they both stopped.

"Is it Zhou Xiran, the patient's daughter?" The director has contacted me several times. I'm glad he can remember me.

I nodded, bowed politely to them, then came forward and asked, "director, doctor, how's my father? Can I have an operation? "

The director took a look at the doctor and then made an excuse to leave. It looked like he didn't want to tell me the result.

But the foreign doctor didn't mean to hide anything. He showed me some CT films and explained to me that my father's condition was serious and the success rate of the operation was not high.

What's the meaning of this? Doesn't it mean that all the people who passed by him were safe and sound? Why did my father come to this conclusion? I was anxious and didn't care about being polite or impolite. I immediately asked, "doctor, I don't understand what you said. Can you make it more popular? Can my father recover? Or through surgery? "

The doctor looked at me and then looked at other lists. The whole process took only one minute. However, I waited for him for a century and couldn't stand this suffering any more. I hurried to ask him, "doctor, what's the matter with my father?"

The doctor finally put down the list and said slowly with a heavy complexion: "your father's situation is much more serious than I thought. In addition, he seems to have not recovered well after the last operation, so... The patient has two choices at present. One is the operation. The highest success rate is 50%, but it does not rule out the possibility of failure. The second option is to use drugs to clean up the blood replenished by his brain. The process is very slow. There may be brain death due to too busy discharge of congestion, that is, vegetative people. "

what? It's like a flash of lightning in the clear sky, and the flash of lightning just splits over my head. How can it be like this? Staring at the doctor, I felt that the last light in my world was also deprived.

"Doctor, is there any other way? If based on your experience, what would you recommend us to choose? " With tears in my eyes, I was frustrated, but I had to be strong. If it was really like what the doctor said, wouldn't it be impossible for both to save my father?

When the doctor saw me cry, he sighed and said, "in fact, the patient's condition is not good. Being conservative is drug treatment, but if you take a risk, it is surgery."

I looked at the doctor and my heart lost its original rhythm. The doctor meant... A dead horse should be a living horse doctor?

For a moment, I really hated the results given to me by the doctor. If I only relied on the ventilator to maintain my father's life in the intensive care unit, at least I still had hope at that time, but when he said so, even my last hope was extinguished.