Wang Yaocheng's convulsions from time to time while he was in coma attracted the attention of emergency doctors. After a period of frantic examinations and infusions, he was finally kept in the emergency room for observation.
never thought
Not long after, there was a burst of happy snoring, and Wang Yaocheng actually fell asleep. This made the doctors in the emergency department look at each other and let out a long sigh of relief.
"After the wound is treated, notify the patient's family to go through hospitalization procedures and arrange for a whole-brain angiography examination to evaluate the intracranial blood supply. We still need to continue to observe the patient and arrange for intravenous infusion of Mailonin and Lipu in the ward.
Take 20ml and open two more boxes of aspirin tablets and salvia tablets."
"I understand, Director Liu, do you want to use thrombolytic drugs?"
"Don't use it for the time being. Thrombolytic drugs can cause changes in coagulation function. We'll wait until the test results come out."
"Okay, Director Liu."
"Oh! Doctor Zheng, if the patient wakes up, it is very important to observe whether there are any symptoms of memory loss."
"Understood."
At this time, a nurse ran in quickly and shouted: "Director, the emergency center has just informed us that there was a collision between two cars on Xingfu Avenue, and the injured will be sent there soon."
"Get ready for treatment."
Liu Aiguo, the director of the emergency department with gray sideburns, strode out, followed by medical staff in white coats who lined up in a wild goose formation, majestic like a lion patrolling its territory.
an hour later
Ambulance driver Liu Quan'an sneaked into Director Liu Aiguo's office, smiled sarcastically, and took the initiative to say hello to Director Liu with an unkind expression: "Dad, you have to worry so much."
"I owed you something in my previous life. Tell me, where did this patient come from? Is he your friend?"
"Hey, that's not the brother of one of my comrades..." Liu Quan'an didn't dare to talk nonsense in front of his father. He recounted what he heard, but it was inevitable to add fuel to the fire.
"So, Wang Yaocheng is innocent and is not the one causing trouble outside." Director Liu Aiguo picked up a cigarette and lit it, and the strong smell of tobacco hit his nostrils.
"No, this boy Yaocheng is really in trouble. He is an honest and responsible boy. He will blush even if he says anything to a girl. You, the old man, must give him good treatment and use all the good medicines."
While he was talking, Liu Quan'an took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, lit it for himself politely, and took a comfortable puff.
Director Liu Aiguo glanced at his son and sneered: "My honest boy, why didn't I see it?"
"With all the conscience of heaven and earth, I can definitely guarantee this. I remember when his brother and I left to serve in the army, Yaocheng was less than ten years old. This boy has been kind-hearted since he was a child. He would give a lollipop to a girl to lick.
You two, or you won't feel happy." Liu Quan'an vowed, and his words started to run involuntarily.
"Farting, from a medical point of view, is an abnormal psychological tendency, not a good intention."
Director Liu Aiguo knocked on the table and said: "This Wang Yaocheng is not an honest boy. Do you think I can't see this trick of pretending to be stunned? Stay away from him. This kid is very scheming. Be careful of being betrayed by others.
money."
"Did you see it?"
"Nonsense, I'm sleeping soundly in the observation room, I'm snoring a little, and I'm just pretending to be snoring when I'm fine, huh!"
"Dad, you are so caring and caring. My comrade-in-arms also said that it was a last resort. You are being bullied. Do you still have any sense of organization? Do you still have the government in your eyes? This kind of nonsense
It’s time to take control of social evils.”
Director Liu Aiguo showed a sarcastic smile on his lips: "I can't tell, you are still being reasonable."
Liu Quanan slammed the table angrily, his mood rising; "Isn't it? Some people in society are so rampant now, 'Where there are people, there will be grievances, and where there are grievances, there will be rivers and lakes, and people are rivers and lakes.'" Laughter
"Proud Jianghu", people in my generation don't rub sand in their eyes, and we will take action when it's time to take action."
"What a mess, get out of here."
"Okay, the world is high and the mountains are high and the road is far away. I'll never see you again." Liu Quan'an put the remaining half pack of Ashima cigarettes into his pocket, turned around and ran away.
"Little bastard, don't come home to eat if you can."
"That's impossible." Liu Quanan's voice came from afar, and he had already run away.
Director Liu Aiguo smiled bitterly and shook his head:
The TV series from Hong Kong and Taiwan in the video hall are extremely popular nowadays, such as "Legend of the Condor Heroes", "Flying Fox in the Snow Mountain", "A Better Tomorrow", "Young and Dangerous", etc., which have influenced a whole generation of teenagers, including my own son who is suffering from middle-school syndrome.
It's very serious and needs treatment!
In the ward
Wang Yaocheng worked until three o'clock in the night, during which time he had a strange dream. In his dream:
He appeared in the scene where the little devils were raiding the village. These disgusting beasts burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. The village was ablaze.
A little Jaap commander with a beard under his nose discovered the unarmed Wang Yaocheng and pursued him viciously with a shiny command knife.
I'm so excited!
Wang Yaocheng was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. The more anxious he became, the more he could no longer run. The ferocious little Japanese commander screamed "jiliwala" and stepped forward with his bowed legs to chase after him. The two sides got closer and closer.
At the end, the Japanese commander stabbed him in the back...
In the ward
Suddenly waking up from his nightmare, Wang Yaocheng sat up with a cry, sweat dripping down his back, and felt that his whole body was extremely exhausted, as if he had gone through a long marathon.
In the dead of night, he could feel his little heart beating violently, which was the result of extreme palpitations.
It's so scary.
Looking back, Wang Yaocheng almost cursed:
I don't know when, the eldest brother Wang Yaoyang who was accompanying him also squeezed into the bed to sleep. His burly body almost pushed Wang Yaocheng out of the bed. His big toes with strong smell were stretched out, facing the position behind him...
You are really my dear brother, dear, the little devil’s command knife in the dream was your big toe.
It scared me to death.
After a while
Under the bright moonlight, Wang Yaocheng carefully looked at the angular face of his eldest brother Wang Yaoyang, and a warm current of emotion flowed silently in his heart.
Brother, in your previous life you were imprisoned, spent 15 years of your youth and wasted most of your life.
Today, let us brothers start over from scratch and create a different and wonderful life.
Thinking of this, Wang Yaocheng no longer felt sleepy at all. He quietly left the bed and walked to the window, looking at the calm night illuminated by the moonlight, his heartbeat rising and falling uncontrollably.
It is May 22, 1991. Many major events happened this year, which profoundly affected the direction of the world order.
On January 4, Taiwanese writer San Mao committed suicide.
On January 17, the Gulf War broke out.
On February 25, the Warsaw Pact announced that it would be disbanded starting from April 1, and the Iron Curtain in the confrontation between the East and the West suddenly collapsed.
On February 26, China decided to bid to host the 2000 Olympic Games.
On May 16, the State Council issued the "Notice on Further Enhancing the Business Vitality of State-owned Large and Medium-sized Enterprises"
On June 7, the State Council issued the "Notice on Continuing to Actively and Steady Promote the Reform of the Urban Housing System"
…
The great wheel of history is turning again and moving forward along the established trajectory.
I don't know when, there was a heavy rain outside the window, and it started pouring.
The whole world turned white, the tall trees were swaying constantly due to the violent storm, and raindrops as big as broad beans pounded on the window lattice, just like the drumbeats of "House of Flying Daggers", one after another.
Wang Yaocheng also knows:
On August 9, the August 19 Incident occurred in Soviet Russia. At this point, the disintegration of the huge northern red empire was inevitable. This was an international event with far-reaching impact.
In this era of change, in the face of complex international and domestic situations, earth-shaking changes are occurring in a revolving door.
How could Wang Yaocheng be content with being ordinary?
Since God gives me a chance to come back, I must stand in the center of the stage and sing a loud hymn.
"Gulu, Gulu, Gulu..."
The sound of heavy rain and wind outside the window did not stop for a moment. In this noisy rainy night, a clear "gurgle" sound came from Wang Yaocheng's hungry belly, and the sound reached his ears.
It’s truly a disgrace to the scenery.
Next day, morning
The cool breeze was blowing hard, and the rain kept falling, endlessly.
In the ward passage
Director Liu Aiguo, wearing a white coat, took the lead and led a group of deputy chief doctors, resident doctors, bedside doctors, intern doctors, etc., in accordance with the strict hierarchical order of the hospital, to sweep the streets in a flying geese formation.
Well...it's ward rounds.
The emergency department ward is the territory of Director Liu Aiguo, who has the absolute authority to speak out. The air is filled with a serious atmosphere of leadership inspection, which is tense but lively.
During the ward rounds, Director Liu Aiguo was very strict with the doctors, but he was as warm to the patients as the gentle spring breeze, like the uncle next door.
His few words are always on point, and he often makes some gentle jokes to relieve the tension of patients and their families, eliciting reserved chuckles from time to time.
Leading a large group of doctors in white coats out of the ward, Director Liu Aiguo's smile faded and he said as he walked: "The patients with intra-abdominal bleeding admitted yesterday were transferred to the hepatobiliary department in the morning so that they can arrange surgery as soon as possible."
"I understand, director, I will contact the hepatobiliary department as soon as possible."
"The ward of our emergency department is very tight. The car accident patient who was brought in in the early morning was transferred to the orthopedics department as soon as possible to let him recover slowly there."
"Arrangements will be made immediately, Director."
"Oh... By the way, where is the coma patient yesterday? Has he regained consciousness? Has he done any further observation?"
Dr. Zheng, the resident physician who followed closely behind, led the trot and carefully maintained his forward position. He must not pass the position of the deputy chief doctor, and he must stay half a body ahead of the intern doctor without any difference.
He reported clearly and urgently: "The patient woke up at around 4 o'clock in the morning. His clinical manifestations include slow reaction, photophobia, headache, dizziness, and retrograde amnesia. He doesn't know how he was injured. He has forgotten all these.
Clinically, the patient was temporarily treated with pacifying drugs and continued observation."
Director Liu Aiguo's eyelids twitched obviously, and he casually ordered his subordinate Dr. Zheng: "Well, the symptoms of moderate concussion are very obvious, so we should not take it lightly."
"Don't worry, director, I will follow up on it."
"Can."
Director Liu Aiguo cherishes his words like gold and feels very unhappy:
This little bastard pretends to be addicted.
When I got off work last night, I met Zhang Jingtian, the vice president in charge of logistics of the Huai Medical Affiliated Hospital, and heard him mention, intentionally or unintentionally, that the comatose patient Wang Yaocheng was a child of his comrade-in-arms.
The meaning couldn’t be more clear:
Where possible, try to lean as much as possible.
Director Liu Aiguo suspected that Vice President Zhang was waiting for him intentionally, just to let him take care of him.
If this is the case, we cannot take it lightly. The vice-dean must be given face.
In 1985, after the one-million-strong disarmament, a large number of transferred military cadres came to serve in local areas one after another, and the demobilization process continued until the end of 1987.
In order to resettle more than 600,000 demobilized cadres, local governments face great difficulties. However, disarmament is a decision made by the central government and must be implemented regardless of whether it is understood or not.
Zhang Jingtian, the deputy director in charge of logistics of the Huai Medical Affiliated Hospital, is one of those demobilized military cadres. He and Wang Yaocheng's father, Wang Guodong, are old comrades who have worked together for many years. It is only natural to speak for his children.