After that, I don’t know how I picked up the phone and called 120, and then there was the sound of an ambulance.
"Grandpa, don't let anything happen to you. Nothing can happen to you..." I held my grandpa's hand tightly, and my tears kept falling, for fear that if I let go, his life would leave me forever...
Grandpa was wearing an oxygen mask, his eyeballs were white, his consciousness was blurred, and he was mumbling something he was saying that I couldn't hear clearly.
"Grandpa, I am Yingying. Please open your eyes and look at me. Don't sleep... wake up..." I cried and shouted.
Grandpa seemed to hear my call. His eyelids blinked and his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something.
"Grandpa, grandpa... what did you say... what did you want to say?" I listened closely and faintly heard his voice with difficulty: "Wen Feng... don't kill her... help... Wen... Feng...
"
At this time, the door of the ambulance opened, and several medical staff quickly opened the single bed and pushed grandpa into the hospital.
As I watched my grandpa being taken to the emergency room, I was blocked from the door by a nurse: "I'm sorry, please stay in, you can't go in there..."
I stood there, covering my mouth and crying sadly.
After an unknown amount of time, the lights in the emergency room went out, and my grandfather was pushed by the nurses to the intensive care unit nearby.
"Doctor, how is my grandpa?" I stopped the doctor and asked urgently.
"Are you a relative of the patient?" the doctor asked.
"I am his granddaughter."
"Well!" The doctor looked at the medical records in his hand and said to me: "The patient was severely stimulated, which led to a heart attack. Fortunately, he was sent to the hospital in time and barely saved his life. He will be observed for one more night tonight. If everything is fine tomorrow,
, should be able to be transferred to a general ward."
As I listened to the doctor's words, my palms were sweating and I clenched my fists tightly.
"The patient is still very weak. If he wakes up, try not to let him be stimulated again. Once his mood fluctuates, it may kill him at any time..."
"I understand, thank you doctor..."
The doctor nodded and left.
I looked at my grandfather lying in the intensive care unit through the thick glass, and my heart ached. Was it something wrong with me?
What the doctor said kept repeating in my mind:
The patient was severely stimulated and suffered from heart disease. Fortunately, he was sent to the hospital in time and barely managed to save his life...