Xiao Xingyu shrugged to Geng Jun, Geng Jun didn't say much, and took Xiao Weizhou to a chair next to him: "Uncle Xiao, please sit down first!" Then he motioned to everyone: "Don't be too nervous, Mr. Xiao.
Let me tell you about the situation."
He returned to his seat, gathered up his white robe, and neatly plugged in the radioactive film on the viewing light on the wall. Ordinary movements, performed by a handsome man with long hands and arms, were extremely beautiful and more visual than watching a movie.
Enjoy.
Seeing Geng Jun's peaceful and relaxed expression, everyone also became optimistic about Xiao Guotao's condition. Unexpectedly, the first sentence Geng Jun said was: "Family members, please be mentally prepared. I will give Mr. Xiao a second test tomorrow."
Surgery."
"A second surgery so soon?!" Xiao Weizhou and Xiao Weichou said in unison in shock.
"That's right, can my dad handle it? He's old!" The aunt was very worried.
"Why do you need a second surgery? Is this risky? Is there any conservative treatment plan?" The second aunt was also worried.
Xiao Xingyu was still calm and asked Geng Jun with a deep look: "What's going on?"
Geng Jun's eyebrows were slightly bent, his straight waist turned to the side, and he pointed the film with a pen with his fair and thin fingers and explained to everyone: "The surgery performed on Mr. Xiao today mainly solved the problem of intracranial hemorrhage. Now after the operation, it is found that he has cerebral edema."
, the phenomenon of increased intracranial pressure, so a second operation is required. Don’t worry, this situation is very common in clinical practice. Some patients will continue to have increased intracranial pressure after the second operation, and a third operation will be required to remove the part.
Skull, these are all corresponding measures based on the patient’s postoperative reaction.”
Geng Jun perfectly interpreted what it means to "speak the harshest words in the gentlest tone". In his eyes, the frightening craniotomy operation seemed to be no different from cutting a watermelon. If you fail to cut it properly, you will cut it again. p>
"I'm afraid the old man won't be able to endure this!" The second aunt began to wipe her tears, "Is there any more conservative treatment method?"
Geng Jun smiled gently: "Conservative treatment is to use drugs to reduce intracranial pressure. However, Mr. Xiao suffers from severe underlying hypertension and is likely to have further bleeding, so I suggest that it is better to perform surgery directly. This will also
It will help the patient wake up as soon as possible."
Several elders looked at each other in confusion. Xiao Xingyu pondered for a moment and solemnly asked Geng Jun: "Will grandpa wake up after this operation tomorrow?"
Everyone looked at Geng Jun again, and Geng Jun shook his head in the expectant eyes of everyone: "This depends on the patient's own recovery function, but what is certain is that the current situation will not restore consciousness, and it will improve after surgery.
This probability."
"Are you kidding?!" Xiao Weicheng slapped the table and stood up, "If you don't do the surgery, you will be comatose, and if you do it, you will be comatose. You decided to let the old man suffer this misery without even knowing it! Do you know who is lying on that hospital bed?
Who?"
Xiao Weicheng's violent temper even made Zhang Moyan embarrassed for him.
"I know," Geng Jun stood up and glanced at Xiao Xingyu meaningfully, his eyebrows still as pure as spring breeze, "I have already given my opinion, you should do your family's ideological work well!"
At nine o'clock in the evening, in the silent ward, there was only the faint sound of various monitoring instruments operating.
The Xiao family members collectively went back to have a meeting to decide whether to have surgery. Zhang Moyan stayed on duty in Xiao Guotao's special care ward.
The octogenarian old man was entangled with various wires and tubes. Zhang Moyan carefully dipped a cotton swab in water to moisten his chapped lips. He kept thinking of the towering Tongzhen Monument in his mind, and kept thinking of the old man telling him that he missed his brother.
Screen.
With your head so swollen and so many tubes inserted into your body, it must be extremely uncomfortable.
I don’t know if the old man is still conscious at this moment. I don’t know if he hopes to wake up and continue his unfinished business to avoid his name appearing on that dark stone tablet, or if he hopes to end everything and see his brother as soon as possible.
But once a person arrives at the hospital, especially when he is in a coma, his fate is in the hands of others, and it doesn't matter what he thinks.
The door lock clicked behind him, and Zhang Moyan turned around to see Xiao Xingyu's slender figure pushing the door in, holding a thermos can in his hand.
"Grandpa, are you okay?" Xiao Xingyu turned around and closed the door gently, picked up the thermos bucket and walked to the hospital bed to observe Xiao Guotao.
"It's pretty stable," Zhang Moyan raised her eyes, and her whole body trembled when her eyes touched Xiao Xingyu. It felt so strange, and she quickly lowered her head and continued to use cotton swabs to moisturize Xiao Guotao's lips to cover it up.
Both of them bent over and looked at Xiao Guotao, with their heads just a short distance apart. Xiao Xingyu looked up after looking at Xiao Guotao.
The woman in front of her has long hair tucked behind her ears, and her long eyelashes are slightly raised. She is taking care of this old man who has nothing to do with her gently and seriously, as if she is already his little wife.
"Thank you for your hard work." Xiao Xingyu said to her softly at a volume that only Zhang Moyan could hear.
Zhang Moyan raised his eyes in response and met a pair of eyes shining like stars without any warning: "...it's not hard work."
He took a shower, changed his clothes, and shaved, and he was so handsome that he looked like a god.
"Oh? Really?"
"Didn't you say this was an important opportunity for me to clear my name?"
Xiao Xingyu looked at Zhang Moyan's earlobes that were rapidly reddening with blood, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and raised the thermos in his hand: "I brought you a supper, come here and have some!"
Zhang Moyan didn't eat much for dinner, and she was indeed a little hungry now: "Well, thank you."
Xiao Xingyu couldn't help but glance at her a few times before he went to the small round table to unscrew the lid of the thermos jar.
Zhang Moyan wiped the corners of Xiao Guotao's mouth with a soft handkerchief, threw away the cotton swab, washed out the water glass, wiped his hands and walked to the small table to sit down. He was stunned when he saw the supper Xiao Xingyu brought him.
"Buddha jumped over the wall. Is it okay to take this supplement in the middle of the night?"
Xiao Xingyu took out a spoon for her: "Last time I told the chef at home to make a low-calorie midnight snack, and then they made this, eat it!"
Low calories...the calories are reduced, but the money is spent.
Zhang Moyan took the spoon, and Xiao Xingyu sat down on the chair next to her, grabbing a hospital magazine and flipping through it.
"Have your family members discussed the results? Will you perform surgery on Mr. Xiao tomorrow?"
"Let's do it, I've already informed Geng Jun. The elders are a little worried, but just explain the pros and cons to them." Xiao Xingyu turned over a page of the magazine and deliberately added, "Everyone in our family is very reasonable.
of."
Zhang Moyan nodded as if he understood.
After taking two quiet bites, Zhang Moyan couldn't help but confirm one thing with Xiao Xingyu: "Are you...still angry with me?"
Xiao Xingyu looked over, looked at Zhang Moyan speechlessly for a while, and asked, "What do you think?"
The other party probably meant that he was no longer angry. Zhang Moyan pursed his lips and became bolder: "Then where did you go yesterday?"