The nurse broke into the glass door and shouted, "Where are the family members of the baby in the thermostatic room No. 4? Come here quickly! The baby's condition is getting worse again!"
Ling Yansen got up from the recliner, his body completely falling apart, his face was so pale that it was thinner than paper, especially his eyes, which were red and bloodshot and hollow, and the outer edges were black as a pile of carbon, making it almost impossible to see.
He is about to collapse or has already collapsed.
In just four days, he received three critical illness notifications. Ming Ming came to see his son the next morning after he was born, and the tiny, fist-sized baby was lying in the incubator.
At that time, the neonatologist who flew in from the United States and the doctors in this hospital discussed it back and forth, all with frowns on their faces.
My son was too young and was born with an extremely low weight. Due to the immature development of his organs, survival not only required overcoming the four major difficulties of body temperature, breathing, feeding, and infection, but he was also prone to necrotizing enterocolitis, circulatory abnormalities, and severe
Complications such as anemia.
Ling Yansen couldn't understand these medical terms and found them annoying.
He had given the doctors a death order.
The whole hospital was shrouded in a haze of his anger and depression, and the doctors were terrified, fearing that if his son had an accident, the hospital would cease to exist.
The final plan was to carry out 24-hour systematic monitoring. In order to prevent infection, she was given daily oral care, umbilical and buttock care. Since the baby could not eat on her own, medical staff accurately calculated the amount of milk and infusion and gave her oral feeding every two hours.
Gradually increase the amount of milk from 1 ml to 2 ml, then 3 ml at a time.
Even with such close attention 24 hours a day, unexpected deterioration occurred.
The first thing is abnormal circulation in the body.
That was the second day.
Lin Wencai ran over and called him, saying that something happened to his son and the doctor asked him to come over quickly.
Standing up suddenly, her body could not supply oxygen, blood could not flow to the top of her head, and her eyes were completely dark. Sister-in-law Wu held the thermos bucket aside and sighed.
For seven days, the young master has not eaten anything except for drinking some water when he was thirsty and swallowing two mouthfuls of porridge yesterday morning when she forced her to wake up. He has lost weight very quickly, and his handsome cheeks now look more like they are wrapped in pale skin.
His bones are jagged and abrupt, and his eye sockets are sunken, which makes him look a bit scary.
But she knew the young master's temper, and how could he be in the mood to eat when his wife and son were in such bad condition?
Ling Yansen followed Lin Wencai to the intensive care unit. Sure enough, the doctor was waiting for him with a critical illness notice. His stiff body paused, and finally he walked over lightly. The dark color in his eyes was like the green stubble on his face.
Dead silence.
"Abnormal circulation in the body? I don't understand."
It was like the sound of a match sliding across the wall of a match, dry and full of the smell of gunpowder.
"I'm sorry, the young master was too young when he was born, so this situation is inevitable..."
"How to solve it?"
Ling Yansen didn't have much expression, and he didn't have much patience. His heart had been torn apart by grief, and it had all its twists and turns.
"A series of treatments are needed."
"Then why are you still here? Go quickly! My son must be saved! I tell you, no one is allowed to back down, even if you have some ideas in your heart!"
He clutched his painful chest and yelled at the doctors.
Lin Wencai supported him, with a worried look on his face, "Mr. Ling, don't embarrass the doctors, they are all doing their best."
Ling Yansen sat down and looked at Lin Wencai. His pupils were no longer as deep as ink, but were now mottled with a sickly brown color. He curled his lips, and his smile was so bitter, extending along his chapped pale lips, "Ah
Wu is still lying on the bed in a coma. She wakes up. How should I explain to her that our son has obviously come to this world, but she did not have a chance to look at him, and he left. How do you want me to explain it to her! Son
...At least, hold on until your mother wakes up. You are her darling and everything to us..."
How could he not know that no matter how hard he tried, he kept trying because he was rich and powerful. So God punished him by giving him a premature son and a period of disaster, which made him miserable and exhausted him mentally and physically.
But he will not admit defeat! That is his most important treasure, the treasure that Ah Wu gave birth to for him. No one can take it away, not even God!
Finally, at 11 o'clock in the evening, the doctor came to report that the abnormal circulation in the body was finally under control.
But the next morning, before eight o'clock, something happened again.
This time Ling Yansen said nothing, remained silent, and accepted it calmly.
"Mr. Ling, the intern who was responsible for the care in the middle of the night found that the young master had difficulty breathing and was cyanotic. We just checked. Unfortunately, it was congenital diaphragmatic hernia and bronchopneumonia. That is, the left diaphragm of the young master was cracked. It should have been...
The gastrointestinal tract that grows in the abdominal cavity actually "runs" into the left chest cavity, squeezing the left lung and heart. The left lung was even compressed into a "thin paper" shape, and the heart deviated from its normal position, causing difficulty in breathing, eating and brain problems.
He is suffering from partial hypoxia. His condition is critical, and without emergency treatment and rescue, the mortality rate can reach over 90%."
Ling Yansen smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand, "Surgery consent form, right? I'll sign it. But please, please don't try your best, but you must save his life, at least... at least let him hold on until his mother wakes up."
The doctor couldn't help but feel sad when he heard the pale man's choking voice, and then nodded firmly.
"My little master was born prematurely and is underweight. His heart, lungs and other tissues are still immature. But please rest assured, Mr. Ling. The people you called here from the United States are all top medical talents. If my little master can survive,
The surgery will be over tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. If the condition is still stable, the later treatment will be much easier and his weight will increase rapidly."
Ling Yansen seemed to see hope, his eyes lit up, "Really?"
The doctor nodded.
The operation didn't take long, but the follow-up treatment measures were complicated. Ling Yansen barely slept a wink. The obstetrics and gynecology department and the neonatal ward were not on the same floor. He had no choice but to look at his son and quickly rushed to Ah Wu's ward.
, once he even fell down and fell unconscious in the elevator. The nurse who came in saw him and immediately called for help and sent him to the emergency room. He was put on a glucose drip for a long time before he had the strength to walk.
On the morning of the fourth day, it was the second surgery for my son's congenital diaphragmatic hernia and bronchopneumonia. It was mainly to remedy the hidden dangers left by the previous surgery. Ling Yansen had been waiting outside the operating room.
The doctor said that the operation would take much longer than the first time, at least eight hours. Ling Yansen didn't mind and kept sitting in the chair. Every two hours, an intern would come out to report the latest operation status.
But he didn't know that eight hours was enough for Qingwu to wake up, enough for Duan Miaomiao to come in with a cardboard box and call it a visit, and enough for Duan Fei and Duan Mingchen to plead guilty.