At this time, the mother's expression was already very hesitant.

"Don't forget, there are children. After school, they also have to have lunch. My sister also said at a critical time.

Although my mother did not answer positively, we could see that after listening to my sister's words, her persistence was gone.

"Let's go, let's go back and make lunch first." The wife said as she took her mother's arm and walked towards the elevator.

Seeing that my mother did not mean to refuse, our hearts finally relaxed temporarily. At the signal of my brother-in-law and my eyes, my sister also quickly followed. In this way, we skillfully separated the mother.

At this time, the only people left to wait outside the operating room were me, my brother-in-law, my cousin, and my cousin.

Sometimes, being busy and worrying is also a kind of happiness. At first, I was busy answering the phone and explaining the situation to latecomers, and then I was worried about my mother's psychological capacity, so I didn't have time to think about it for a long time.

Now that everything is done, I have begun to sit quietly on the bench and wait. The quiet environment is easy to give people a depressing feeling, not to mention, at this time, I am still very worried about my father in the operating room!

I couldn't know my father's situation all too well. As soon as the examination report came out, I already knew that my father's condition was not optimistic. At that time, I suffered another huge shock to my psyche. When I found out that my father's legs were a little swollen, I felt even worse. Later, I called my wife's cousin to inquire about the situation, and my wife's cousin said very clearly that the appearance of this phenomenon indicates that the situation is more serious. At the time, I was really stressed. It was precisely because of the terrible situation that I tried my best to hide it from my father.

Regardless of the reason, in the end, we chose to have surgery at the Municipal People's Hospital, which we didn't trust very much. This further increased my mental stress. What's more, the attending physician of the Municipal People's Hospital also emphasized before the operation: my father's tumor is relatively large, and it has actually reached the middle and advanced stages. Of course, I knew in my heart that "medium" was very likely to be a comforting word, and my father's condition was probably at an advanced stage.

In the choice of surgical form, the attending physician suggested that the right side of the surgery, which would be easier to remove the tumor, and it also allowed me to further clarify the severity of my father's condition. If it weren't for the difficulty of removing my father's tumor, I believe that this more neutral attending physician would not have made such a move to suggest which surgical option my father was more suitable for.

Coupled with my father's deteriorating mental state and physical fitness these days......

All of the above are in the process of quietly waiting, one by one in my mind. That's completely unstoppable. The more I thought about it, the heavier my heart became. Gradually, my worries became more and more intense.

I know that the more advanced the cancer is, the bigger the tumor, the greater the risk of surgery. The doctor's "90 percent success rate" was one of the most important reasons why I decided to sign it. Now, however, I am skeptical of the "90 percent" success rate. The reason is very simple, if there is really a success rate of more than 90 percent, then why does he emphasize that his father's cancer has progressed to the middle and advanced stages, and why does he emphasize that his father's tumor is relatively large? This seems somewhat illogical.

Now, I'm a little skeptical that the "90 percent success rate" that the attending physician swore at that time was tricking me into signing it. In the anxious state of mind waiting outside the operating room, how can I make a rational and correct judgment about such a question? However, it was precisely because I couldn't tell whether it was right or wrong that my worries became more and more intense.

Gradually, the fear turned into fear! It is precisely because "any surgery has risks" that it is not uncommon to see cases across the country that cannot get off the operating table. Although I strongly condemn my crow's mouth in my heart, such fears are growing stronger and more and cannot be contained.

According to my cousin's description afterwards, I was pale, gloomy, and extremely frightened. Of course, I can't see myself, and even if I do, I may not be able to pay attention. Because, at that time, I was completely immersed in the worry of my father's surgery.

This was different from the feeling of living like a year before, when I didn't notice the passage of time at all. Although I don't believe in God, I still pray to God to bless my father. My father is one of the closest people in the world, and I will never allow even the slightest accident to happen to him. But it was precisely because of my extreme concern that even when I prayed to God, my heart was full of uneasiness. Because, I was really scared of facing the outcome of a failed operation.

At that time, my state of mind was not exaggerated at all when described by the word "panic". Although I still sat quietly, my heart was actually fluctuating. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that my father's surgery was risky, and the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became. It is precisely because of the fear of the failure of the operation that they keep praying. But it is precisely the constant reminder of prayer that makes the anxiety in the heart more and more intense. The more restless, the more prayed; The more I prayed, the more I feared...... It seems like a never-ending vicious circle. In the midst of this vicious circle, my mood became worse and worse.

My cousin, who was sitting next to me, saw that my expression was getting more and more nervous, and it didn't take long for his face to turn pale, then pale, and then his body began to shake, and even his hands and feet began to tremble slightly. I behaved so uncharacteristically, and of course my cousin gradually realized that something was wrong. As my father's nephew, my cousin was of course nervous, but the situation was certainly much better than mine. Seeing this, my cousin, who was becoming more and more nervous, immediately surmised that there was something seriously wrong with my mood, and that I might even be on the verge of collapse. Now that you know it, of course, it's impossible to ignore it.

"Cousin, cousin......"

My cousin screamed a few times before I finally got a reaction. "Well, what's the matter?" I was in a bad mood, so I replied a little weakly.

"Did you pay attention to the electronic screen on it?" The cousin asked solemnly as he pointed upward.

"Nope!" I'm full of worries, how can I be in the mood to look around! However, seeing his cousin's serious face, he couldn't save his face too much, and after thinking about it, he deliberately asked cooperatively: "Could it be that you can see something from this?" ”