Ma Xiaoyao is capable, but after all, he is not made of iron. Overwork makes Ma Xiaoyao a little bit too much. No, at about noon, Ma Xiaoyao was inspecting work at a construction site. His heart suddenly felt cramped. Ma Xiaoyao was in pain.
His face turned pale and he was sweating coldly. Lei Dazhuang was frightened and rushed Ma Xiaoyao to the hospital.
After careful examination by the doctor, he came to the conclusion that Ma Xiaoyao had been too tired during this period and had not had enough sleep, so his body was a little weak and he needed to take good care of himself for a period of time.
The doctor asked Ma Xiaoyao to be hospitalized for recuperation, but Ma Xiaoyao refused to agree to anything.
"I know my own body best. It's nothing serious." Ma Xiaoyao shook his head: "There is no need to be hospitalized."
"Deputy County Magistrate Ma, I really didn't lie to you. Your body is very weak now. If you don't take good care of yourself, you will have big problems." The doctor smiled bitterly and said, "Just listen to my advice and stay in the hospital for a while.
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"No, I still have a lot of work to deal with and cannot be hospitalized." Ma Xiaoyao refused.
"Brother Ma, you can put your work aside for a while. The most important thing now is to take care of your body." Lei Dazhuang also advised: "It won't be too late to deal with work after you take good care of your body."
"Stop talking, I will never be hospitalized!" Ma Xiaoyao's attitude was very determined: "I'm fine at all, I don't need to be hospitalized!"
Seeing Ma Xiaoyao being so stubborn made the doctor and Lei Dazhuang anxious. In the end, the doctor had no choice but to call the dean over and ask the dean to persuade Ma Xiaoyao. Ma Xiaoyao was really too weak at the moment.
I need to be hospitalized to recuperate, otherwise there will really be big problems.
It was useless even if the dean came, he couldn't persuade Ma Xiaoyao at all.
Ma Xiaoyao insisted on being discharged from the hospital, but the dean refused to agree. Just when the situation was deadlocked, Cheng Wenyong came. He received the news that Ma Xiaoyao was not feeling well and was undergoing examination in the hospital. He immediately put down the work at hand and hurried to the hospital.
Arrived at the hospital.
"Secretary Cheng, you came just in time. Please persuade Brother Ma quickly. The doctor said that he is very weak and needs to be hospitalized for a period of recuperation, but Brother Ma just doesn't agree." Lei Dazhuang said with a bitter face.
Cheng Wenyong frowned: "Xiaoyao, what's wrong with you? If you don't feel well, you need to be hospitalized for treatment. You can't hold on!"
Ma Xiaoyao pouted: "I'm fine..."
"He said it's okay! Look in the mirror and see how ugly your face is. Xiaoyao, just listen to the doctor and stay in the hospital for a period of recuperation. Don't hold on any longer." Cheng Wenyong said.
"But I still have a lot of work to do..." Ma Xiaoyao said.
"You don't have to worry about work matters, I will help you deal with it. Just rest assured that you will be hospitalized and recuperate." Cheng Wenyong said in a comprehensive manner.
"But..." Ma Xiaoyao wanted to say something else.
"No more buts!" Cheng Wenyong said domineeringly: "That's it. You will be hospitalized for recuperation and leave your work to me." After saying this, Cheng Wenyong paused: "Xiaoyao, you should know how Zhuge Liang died, right?
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The corner of Ma Xiaoyao's mouth twitched: "It seems that he is exhausted."
Cheng Wenyong nodded: "Yes, Zhuge Liang was exhausted to death. No matter big or small, Zhuge Liang had to take care of it. He couldn't rest at all all day long and was exhausted to death. If Zhuge Liang knew how to combine work and rest, don't overdo it.
If you are overworked, you will definitely not die so early. Maybe history will be rewritten. I say these words just to tell you: a person cannot be too tired and must know how to combine work and rest. Only in this way can he live longer.
Some."
"It's not that serious." Ma Xiaoyao said with a smile: "I can't compare with Zhuge Liang. He manages a country, but I only manage a county. The workload is far different..."
"Even if you only manage one county, you will still be exhausted!" Cheng Wenyong snorted: "Okay, stop talking, I will make the decision today, you must be hospitalized for training!" After saying that, Cheng Wenyong turned to look at the dean.
: "Dean, please go through the hospitalization procedures for Deputy County Magistrate Ma. It's best to find him a quiet single ward."
The dean nodded: "I'll do it right away." After saying that, the dean strode away.
At Cheng Wenyong's strong request, Ma Xiaoyao was eventually hospitalized.
Three days passed in a flash, and Ma Xiaoyao looked much better. In these three days, Ma Xiaoyao only did two things. First, eat on time, and second, sleep on time. Besides eating and sleeping, not only did Ma Xiaoyao look good, but he also
I also gained several kilograms of meat.
Feeling much better, Ma Xiaoyao wanted to be discharged from the hospital, but the doctor refused and insisted that Ma Xiaoyao stay for a few more days until his body was fully recovered before he could be discharged. This made Ma Xiaoyao feel very depressed.
Lei Dazhuang has been guarding Ma Xiaoyao almost every step these days. Even when Ma Xiaoyao went to the toilet, Lei Dazhuang followed him. Ma Xiaoyao didn't want Lei Dazhuang to work so hard, so he asked Lei Dazhuang to rest several times, but he was always stopped.
Lei Dazhuang refused. Lei Dazhuang made it very clear that he wanted to guard against assassins from the temple coming to assassinate Ma Xiaoyao.
The temple is a thorn in Ma Xiaoyao's heart, and it is also a thorn in Lei Dazhuang's heart.
This afternoon.
Ma Xiaoyao and Lei Dazhuang were sitting in the ward chatting when they suddenly heard a quarrel and bursts of crying outside. Out of curiosity, Ma Xiaoyao and Lei Dazhuang got up and walked out to see what was going on.
thing.
There was already a commotion outside. Two middle-aged men dragged a doctor and shouted loudly. They were very excited.
"Calm down, please listen to my explanation." The doctor said loudly: "Your father is in very bad condition now. He must undergo surgery immediately, otherwise his life will be in danger."
"My father was fine yesterday, why is he not fine today?" a middle-aged man said angrily.
"That's right, my father was fine yesterday. He ate more than twenty dumplings in one go and chatted with us brothers. Why did he suddenly fail today?" Another middle-aged man shouted.
The doctor explained: "I told you a few days ago that there is a problem with your father's heart valve. The degree of hardening is very high, which seriously leads to insufficient blood supply. Surgery must be performed to replace a new valve, but you have always disagreed. Now
Well, your father's condition has worsened and is very serious. There is a possibility of death at any time. The only way now is to quickly undergo surgery to replace a new heart valve. As long as the operation is successful, your father may recover...
Time is urgent, you two brothers should make up your mind quickly and don't delay any more. If you delay for one more minute now, your father will be in more danger."
"It's so good, how could my father's condition worsen?" my brother said excitedly.
The doctor smiled bitterly and said: "A heart attack is a very complex and serious emergency, and the disease may worsen at any time..." At this moment, the phone in the doctor's pocket suddenly vibrated rapidly, and the doctor hurriedly took out his hand.
He picked up the phone and answered: "Okay, I understand. I'm discussing with the patient's family and a decision will be made soon." The doctor hung up the phone and looked up at the two brothers opposite: "Your father's condition is getting more and more dangerous.
, let’s make a decision quickly, whether to have surgery or not to have surgery?”
The elder brother and the younger brother looked at each other, with a trace of hesitation on both brothers' faces.
"Make a decision quickly, your father won't last long!" the doctor urged.
The elder brother's face twitched: "Doctor, tell me the truth, if the operation is performed now, what are the chances that my father will survive?"
"This... there should be a 30% chance." The doctor thought for a while and said.
"Only 30%?" My brother frowned immediately.
"Although the 30% chance is not very high, there is hope of survival. Without surgery, your father will definitely die," the doctor said.
"How much does the operation cost?" my younger brother asked.
"Didn't I tell you? It will cost about one hundred thousand yuan," the doctor said.
The corner of my brother's mouth twitched: "If the operation fails, do we not have to pay the operation fee?"
The doctor was furious: "Of course not! As long as you have an operation, you have to pay the fee. No matter whether the operation is successful or failed, the operation fee will not be refunded to you." Seeing that the two brothers were still hesitating, the doctor suddenly
Anxious: "The patient's life is at stake, and you, the son, are still worried about money. Do you two still have any conscience?"
"You have no conscience!" My brother glared: "Of course I want to cure my dad, but...my dad is in such a dangerous condition now. Even if he undergoes surgery, there is only a 30% chance of surviving.
There is a 70/70 chance of death. To put it bluntly, my father probably won't survive regardless of whether he undergoes surgery or not."
"How can you say that!" the doctor said angrily: "Without surgery, your father will definitely not be able to hold on and may die at any time. If surgery is performed, your father will have a 30% chance of surviving.
, if you recover well, you may be able to live another ten or twenty years. No matter what the result is, you sons should try it, what if it succeeds? "
The elder brother sighed: "It's not that we don't want to try, but... first of all, the chance of success of the operation is too low. Secondly, our life is not rich, so it is very difficult to pay 100,000 yuan for the operation at once..."
"No matter how difficult it is, you have to find a way to get it together. You can't just watch your father die, right?" the doctor said with a serious face.
"If the chance of success of the operation was more than 80%, the two of us would sell blood and raise the money for the operation. But now the chance of success of the operation is only 30%... This chance is really too low.
It's..." the younger brother said with a grimace.
My brother nodded: "Yes, the chance of success is really low."
