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A new inpatient was transferred to the neurology department. Ding Jiajia was called away by the nurse. Yang Mo was about to leave after saying a few words to Mr. Haohao, "Why don't you let your family members stay with you in bed?"
Mr. Nice didn't say anything.
"There will be hanging bottles at night. It's best to let a family member stay. We have the phone number of the family member and we can help you contact him."
He sat calmly and ignored her.
Yang Mo is very patient with patients, "You have just woken up, and many things have not recovered. You have to take your time. We often see patients like this. After waking up, they forget everything about the past, but they recover within a year and a half."
I have made some memories and now I am living a good life with my family.”
Mr. Haohao looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the hospital bracelet worn on his wrist, as if he was very interested in the bracelet.
After all was said and done, it was time for Yang Mo to leave. After all, he was not her patient. The rest was left to Ding Jiajia to answer.
"I haven't spoken for a long time..." Hearing his hoarse voice, he seemed not very satisfied and swallowed, "I'm sorry, what you just said, can you say it again."
This person seemed to be very interested in what she said and the words she used, and why.
"You...are often here...I know..."
Looking at his bright eyes, Yang Mo wondered why the words coming out of his mouth sounded a bit astringent, and the sentences and common words before and after him sounded strange.
Speaking of this, I don't know how much he heard what she said to Ding Jiajia. Yang Mo was a little sarcastic, "I thought you couldn't hear it. It seems that you can't talk nonsense in front of comatose patients in the future."
The wise words were said to ease the embarrassment and it was time for her to leave.
"You said...inhibition of the ascending reticular activating system leads to disturbance of consciousness...what do you mean?"
Just now, he was not very fluent in speaking, but now he can explain the symptoms in one breath. It is really not easy. Fortunately, she is good at explaining to patients who do not understand medicine. "Actually, it is called the ascending reticular activating system, which is what I am used to."
Yu said this, this system transmits any human feeling, physical sensation, taste, hearing, etc., and can keep the cerebral cortex awake. If there is a problem with this system, the person will become comatose."
"Cerebrum... cortex... quality?"
Yang Mo nodded, "Yes, it's the surface of the brain." Yang Mo said and showed her head.
"They are all medical terms, you may not understand them."
"Why am I getting better?"
"It may be a shock to wake up the brain. So far, medicine has not been developed enough to explain all the symptoms." I hope there will be a day when medicine is developed and all diseases are not worth mentioning in front of people.
When this is said, the patient's family members will usually have two reactions. One is that they don't understand and continue to ask questions, and the other is that they don't understand but give up completely.
Mr. Haohao thought about her words in silence and did not ask any more questions. At least she thought this was a very smart move.
"My illness...is cured?"
"It will take a while to fully recover. However," Yang Mo looked at the door and Ding Jiajia was obviously stumped. "You have an intracranial aneurysm, which is a congenital blood vessel defect. Fortunately, it was discovered early and you sought medical treatment in time. We
The director has performed an interventional surgery to remove the aneurysm with clipping."
"What... intervention... hand..."
Yang Mo smiled and repeated, "Interventional surgery does not require an incision on the head. It is a minimally invasive surgery. The incision is very small, which is conducive to your recovery."
Looking at those blank eyes for some reason, Yang Mo wanted to explain carefully, pointing to his wound, "Enter from here, insert a very thin tube, and the doctor will use this tube to operate on you.
This reduces a lot of pain.”
"You are recovering very well. I think you can be discharged from the hospital in three to five days and live a normal life."
He didn't seem to believe it, and lowered his head to look at the infusion tube on the back of his hand.
"When...do you treat a disease like this?"
He asked stutteringly, but his voice was not as hoarse as before, and the ending sounded very pleasant.
"It's been treated like this a long time ago," Yang Mo didn't understand what he was asking, "You mean interventional treatment? Our hospital has already started it."
Apparently her answer didn't satisfy him.
He put his hand on his wrist, "I mean..."
Who doesn't understand the difference between Western medicine and Chinese medicine? This should be a sign of sequelae, "You're talking about pulse diagnosis, that's Chinese medicine, we're Western medicine, it's different, but you can prescribe Chinese medicine for recuperation after you leave the hospital."
Now he seemed to understand completely.
There was a sound of voices outside. Yang Mo looked outside the door and said, "It might be your family. Can you let them in?"
Somehow he rejected his family more than her, a stranger.
He nodded calmly, his eyes no longer hesitant, but filled with bottomless depth.
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"Dr. Yang," the little girl in her twenties, who is Mr. Good's sister, came over with a smile to thank her, "Thank you. If it weren't for you, my brother wouldn't let us see him."
Yang Mo smiled and said: "How is your brother doing now?"
"I don't like to eat very much. I just eat some porridge and soup. The taste is too strong. It's completely different from the taste before. In the past, my brother ate everything and didn't care about anything. Now he is much pickier. My mother
The worst part is that I don’t know what to do to feed him.”
"How about trying Yangchun noodles?" Yang Mo wanted to laugh when she mentioned Yangchun noodles. There are Yangchun noodles in the cafeteria every Tuesday. She always packed a full lunch box. The last time she went to talk to Ding Jiajia, she came in holding the lunch box.
When she entered Mr. Haohao's ward, Mr. Haohao asked her what she was holding in her hand.
She said: "Noodles."
She remembered that he shook his head firmly and said, "I said the box outside."
"Lock lunch box, we use it for lunch."
He looked at it and said, "Is there Yangchun noodles inside? I remember...you...said here...that you like to eat this..."
Yang Mo nodded, "Yes, it's Yangchun noodles."
Knowing Yang Chun Mian, she might be able to taste it. She found that he was always cautious about unfamiliar things, but he always shook his head when he saw familiar things. It could be seen from his eyes that he thought these things were poorly made.
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"My brother didn't like pasta before, but his appetite has changed now, so he might give it a try."
In the afternoon, Mr. Haohao's sister Liu Miao came to thank her, "My brother ate a lot, and my mother asked me to come and thank Dr. Yang."
Yang Mo smiled and said, "As long as you can eat, your body will recover faster, and you can be discharged from the hospital after eating normally."
After Liu Miao left, Ding Jiajia quickly came over and looked at her sadly, "Finally, there is a patient who is a handsome guy. Why does he love to talk to you and ignore me?"
Yang Mo said casually: "Maybe I was noisier when he was in a coma!"
Ding Jiajia expressed strong agreement, "When you say that, I feel better."
Not only Ding Jiajia said this, but the entire neurology department spread the news. When they saw her, they said, "That patient of yours from 703."
Yang Mo thought that this dependence would disappear soon, but she didn't expect that Liu Miao would often come to her for help and even bring delicious food cooked by Liu's mother.
Those who eat people have short mouths and take people with short hands.
Yang Mo had no choice but to go over often to see Mr. Haohao.
"I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Go back and have a good rest. I will come back for a review in a week." Ding Jiajia was about to talk about rehabilitation treatment when she was surprised to see Mr. Hao on the bed stand up. He did not rely on crutches or other people to help him, but helped him by himself.
Stand up next to the bed.
Liu Miao said: "My brother walked to the door by himself yesterday."
It is really not easy to make such progress. Yang Mo watched Mr. Haohao pick up the crutches and walk out on his own. Liu Miao pushed the wheelchair behind him. Liu's mother was still advising from the side, "Use the wheelchair and get in the car at the door."
Oh, you kid, what should you do if you fall?"
In the next few weeks, Yang Mo has been busy studying for her Ph.D. and has never seen Mr. Nice.
Until I met the Liu family in the hospital corridor.
Liu Miao spoke to her first, "My mother and I are going to see Dr. Yang and Dr. Ding. My brother is well and I would like to invite you to my house for a meal."
Yang Mo shook her head, "Don't be so polite. I don't have time recently, so I won't go to eat. If anything happens, just come to the hospital to see me."
"Doctor Ding has already agreed," Liu Miao then begged, "If Dr. Yang doesn't go, who will accompany Dr. Ding."
Ding Jiajia has already agreed? Ding Jiajia has always liked Mr. Haohao, and he has been saying "Mr. Haohao" in her ears all day long. Maybe there is another reason for agreeing to go to the Liu family for dinner. If she doesn't go, Ding Jiajia will be left alone.
Yang Mo had no choice but to agree, "Then I'll ask Ding Jiajia."
Liu Miao suddenly became happy, "My mother's cooking is delicious."
When he got off work in the evening, Ding Jiajia called, "I'm going over there first, come quickly, don't leave me alone."
Yang Mo stopped the car while making a phone call, "I've never seen you so active."
Liu's house was not far from the hospital, and she arrived at the door in half an hour. The person who came to pick her up was Liu Miao. When she entered Liu's house, the aroma of braised pork immediately filled the house.
"Where's Ding Jiajia? He's here already?" Yang Mo changed her shoes at the entrance.
Liu Miao smiled and said: "No, Dr. Ding is not coming."
What the hell is Ding Jiajia doing?
After pouring tea for Yang Mo, Liu Miao said: "Doctor Yang, do you think my brother's illness will affect his temper? He doesn't talk to us very much. He just sits in the room reading books and occasionally asks me questions.
What do you mean by the words?"
"Maybe, you have to give him time to recover."
Liu Miao nodded, "I'm going to help my mother," and shouted, "Brother, come out to greet the guests, Doctor Yang is here."
The sound of footsteps was heard in the house. Yang Mo raised her head and almost didn't recognize that this was Mr. Nice.
Wearing a sports suit, he looks majestic, his hair has grown a lot, he is fresh and handsome, and his eyes are less confused and surprised, and more calm.
It completely overturned the impression in Yang Mo's mind.
When the two of them sat down, Yang Mo couldn't help but feel unfamiliar. She was much more restrained outside the hospital environment.
"How are you feeling lately?" Yang Mo asked in a typical doctor's manner, hoping to continue the conversation. She thought he would only say a few words to deal with her, but she didn't expect that he talked a lot more this time.
"You have to adapt to everything and learn everything."