"Okay, if it's decided, then let's sign it." As a doctor, he behaved very decently and did not interfere with our decisions in the slightest.

"Wait a minute, I have another question." This is a decision that can affect my father's life, so how can I not be cautious? I don't want my father to be unforeseen by a slight mistake.

The attending physician behaved very calmly throughout. "If you have any doubts, don't hesitate to ask." His tone was rather calm.

"What are the chances of success if you cut from the right side?" I only dared to ask from the front, because at this time I was afraid to hear the word "failure". Maybe it's a bit of "self-deception". However, it was really difficult for me to face the "failure" of the operation.

"That's not entirely accurate. Because during the operation, it is easy to have some unforeseen unexpected situations. ……”

"I know and understand that, but aren't you sure?" The more I listened, the more I felt a chill in my heart, so I couldn't help but interrupt the attending doctor's unhurried words.

"Under normal circumstances, there should be a 90 percent success rate." He was also a smart man, and he knew at a glance that I was really in a hurry, so he didn't ramble on it, and directly expressed the answer I most wanted to know in the most concise way.

Ninety percent! I think anyone who hears this statistic will make the same decision. The attending physician's answer was undoubtedly a reassuring pill for me. Next, I signed without much hesitation.

There's a big stack of stuff, and I can't remember exactly which ones I signed now. But, I know that I signed it as my father's closest family member. Although the words of the attending physician gave me some confidence, at that time, I still felt that my pen was as heavy as a mountain, because my words were directly related to my father's life. After that, it was the father who signed it himself. When I showed it to my father, he signed his name in the place I indicated without asking, without looking at it. I know that the father has faith in his son.

Without any ceremony, a few simple signatures were made, and one of the most important things in our family was determined. After several twists and turns, my father finally had to undergo surgery at the Municipal People's Hospital, which we didn't trust very much. It may be dramatic, but these are real facts.

My father was diagnosed with esophageal cancer at the end of March. Although it feels like a year, it's already the beginning of April. Seeing that the Qingming Festival is approaching. The attending physician said that under normal circumstances, the operation should be scheduled around the Qingming Festival, but it had to be postponed for a few days due to the holiday. For this, the attending physician also apologized. What else can I do? We had to reluctantly reply, "It's okay!" ”

Including the Qingming holiday, there were still four or five days before the operation, and the parents, who were already accustomed to rural life, immediately couldn't wait to return to their hometown. In their own words: "The commercial houses in the city are like cages, and if you push the door of your own house, you can see the road comfortably." "Of course, my sister and I will not stop it, but no one can say what the operation will be. Until then, my father was as comfortable as he was.

When my parents returned, my heart ached. In fact, after I learned that my father might have cancer, I wanted to take him to Nanjing for treatment immediately, because I knew that the spread of cancer cells was very fast, and every minute of delay would be more dangerous. However, who would have thought that his father's luck was so bad. Tongxiang's test report was delayed by two days due to a weekend gap, and the surgery schedule was also postponed due to the Qingming holiday. After this, my father's treatment was delayed for at least five days. Thinking about this, I felt a sense of abhorrence for the holidays for the first time in my heart. Damn holidays! I couldn't help but curse secretly.

Over the next few days, on the surface, it seemed that everything had returned to its former calm. When I'm not going to work, picking up my baby, and cooking, I sit next to the computer. It's just that the novel still can't write a word. Because, I was still deeply worried in my heart. I was afraid that a few days of delay would make my father's condition worse. Sometimes, I even feel the urge to go to Nanjing again. However, I know that even if we exclude all subjective and objective factors, even if we rush to Nanjing immediately, it will no longer be of much significance. This is because if you change hospitals, you will inevitably have to check again, and after the examination, you may not have surgery immediately. Now, going to Nanjing again will only make the time drag on even more.

Of course, that's not all I'm worried about. As long as it's surgery, there are risks! This even includes the incomparably small surgery of the enhanced CT scan that we have just experienced. Although my parents now believe that esophageal cancer is a minor operation, I know very well that it is definitely a major surgery after listening to the description of the attending doctor. According to the attending physician, at least two knives were required, one on the right side of the waist and one on the abdomen. If the situation is not good, then another knife may be added. Is this still a minor surgery? Major surgery, big risk! I've also heard of a lot of patients who don't get off the operating table and don't get back down. Every time I think of such an image, my fear rises to fear. But what can I do? Although I am not religious, at this time, I can only pray to heaven.

These days, I'm afraid to be alone. Because, as long as one person is alone, it is inevitable that he will be cranky, and he will inevitably be worried. Originally, in front of the computer door, typing like flying, it was a kind of spiritual enjoyment, but now, some people just sit still, and their hearts are full of deep worries. Torture, it's a mental torture. At that time, I even suspected that in the long run, I would gradually lose my mind until I collapsed.

Ever since I got into the habit of writing, I rarely play online games. There was a time when I tried to play a lot of games. In the end, I found a suitable one for **silk play. Of course, as long as it is an online game, the fundamental starting point of its developers must be to make money. However, this game is slightly different from others in that you can play it even if you don't invest money in it. Of course, if you spend money, you will be able to become stronger at a faster rate, and you will be able to better satisfy the competitive mentality of some people.

This game is called "Datang Warriors", and as long as you find the trick, you can slowly become stronger. When a new district first opened, I once entered the top 100 sects without spending a penny.