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The two discussed the details again. After a while, the nurse of the hospital called to ask where they were. The people in the emergency room were out of danger.

Enron hung up and went back to the rescue room with the lady

……

This time, an Lijun suffered from sudden cerebral congestion. The main cause of the disease was that he was so stimulated that he couldn't control his emotions and his blood rushed to the brain.

A situation like this is very dangerous. A careless person can endanger his life. Fortunately, when an Lijun was ill, his secretary was next to him. He immediately called 120 emergency number and sent the man to the hospital. He barely saved his life.

However, an Lijun needs to stay in hospital for observation for a period of time.

The nurse pushed the man out of the emergency room and into a nearby ward. Hearing the news, a large group of relatives of an family also went to the ward.

Just after the operation, the doctor took off the plastic gloves and threw them into the garbage can. He asked the nurse, "where is the patient's family?"

"Here it is." Enron walked behind and heard it. He immediately went to the doctor and said anxiously, "doctor, I'm his daughter. How's my father? "

The doctor looked her up and down, took off the mask and said, "the patient's operation was very successful. Now the blood stasis in the brain has dispersed. However, during this period of time, we must be careful, pay attention to the patient's mood, and never let the patient be stimulated again! "

Enron chest a tight, think of the good plan, pursed lips, asked the doctor, "if my father is stimulated how?"

The doctor looked at her in surprise and asked her like a psychopath, "I said it's better not to let him be stimulated again. What do you mean by asking me this question. Do you want to stimulate your father at this time? "

Enron was a little embarrassed and explained, "I don't mean that. I just care about..."

The doctor took the towel from the nurse and wiped the blood on her hand. He said noncommittally, "you'd better not care about this, take good care of him during this period, and try to keep him in a good mood."

After a pause, the doctor took a look at her and gave her face, "in the patient's present situation, we need to be stimulated again, and the blood will rush up again to form congestion. Maybe not as lucky as it is now. "

This means that one more time is likely to die on the operating table!

"You mean my dad's going to die?" Enron clenched her lips with a tangled expression. Her face was pale and her eyes were erratic. No matter how she looked, it didn't seem like she was just asking.

The doctor couldn't help looking at her one more time, but as an outsider, he didn't want to meddle, "everyone will die, no one is different! But he will be stimulated again during this period of time. Maybe that day will come faster than he imagined. "

"How do I think you look like your father might be stimulated recently?" He didn't want to meddle, but he still couldn't help asking, "I remind you, your father is very weak now and can't stand the trouble. You children, don't take your father's life at such a critical time. "

Nurses look at her eyes is the kind of look at the best, full of defensive suspicion. Enron realized that she might have been too emotional just now. She quickly raised her lips, gave a decent smile and explained, "no, doctor, you misunderstood me. I was worried that things in the company would stimulate my father."