When the attending physician came out of the operating room again, my sister and wife had already arrived at the waiting area. So, this time, the attending physician was dealing with a large group of patients' families.

"Some people saw it just now, and the tumor is indeed relatively large." At this point, the attending physician paused.

Of course, the cousin and brother-in-law understood what he meant, so they nodded very cooperatively.

"Despite this, I did my best to remove all the tumors that I could see." At this, the attending physician paused again, and showed a look of pride.

"Thank you, Director!" …… Hearing this, everyone immediately expressed their gratitude.

The attending physician was apparently very pleased with our response, and continued: "Manpower is also limited, so I can only guarantee that what I see with the naked eye will definitely be cleared." Presumably, you also know the stubbornness of cancer cells, and I can't and don't have the ability to guarantee that all cancer cells will be eliminated! ”

Seeing that he stopped speaking again, the brother-in-law, who saw the opportunity quickly, took over the conversation and said, "We understand this." We know very well that you've done your best! Our hearts are filled with nothing but gratitude. ”

As the father's only son, the attending physician cared quite much about my opinion, so his eyes were fixed on me without blinking. In this case, even if my mind is disordered, I have to express my opinion. "Brother-in-law is right, rest assured, we will only be grateful to you Director for what you have!"

Hearing my clear statement, the attending physician's tense face gradually relaxed. "It is precisely because the tumor is relatively large and I am in line with the principle of total removal, so the operation process takes a relatively long time. In addition, the tumor is located too low, close to the stomach and lungs, which adds a lot of difficulty to the operation. Close to my stomach and lungs, I had to carefully separate. Unfortunately, because the tumor is tightly attached to the lungs, it is difficult to isolate the tumor and the knife is used, which may have a detrimental effect on the patient's recovery after surgery. To put it simply, if there is a crack in the lungs, it is like a bellows, and there is a leak, which will inevitably affect the patient's lung function. But rest assured, if something goes wrong, then we will do our best to solve it until the patient recovers. ”

The words of the attending physician undoubtedly made us feel cold. I could see the heavy look on the faces of my cousin, sister, brother-in-law, and wife. Inevitably, everyone had a bad premonition.

Seeing that we were silent, the attending physician didn't say anything more, and with the slow closing of the heavy metal glowing with cold light, he also retreated back into the operating room.

The silence of the falling needle creates an incomparable depression in the human psyche. Of course, I wasn't in a good mood, but in such an atmosphere, I had to step up. "Dad's condition is already serious, although there are a few hidden dangers buried in the operation, but at least this operation is still successful. In any case, it is a lot better than those who die directly on the operating table. What's more, listening to the doctor's tone, it is not that the trauma in Dad's lungs cannot be recovered. ”

With my comfort, everyone's expressions gradually returned to normal. Who stands here and waits, and who doesn't care about his father? Fortunately, my sister and wife were prescient and did not let their mother come over. Otherwise, hearing the doctor's words, with the mother's fragile heart, maybe something would happen.

I can only rejoice now. Fortunately, my father finally survived the risks of the operation; Fortunately, my mother did not know about my father's true and serious illness. Maybe there is something about the Ah Q Spiritual Victory Method. But, if I don't, what can I do? Even if he was worried about not being able to eat or sleep at night, my father's worrying condition would not improve in the slightest. As the only healthy man in the family, I had to take the burden from my father's shoulders and bravely prop up this already shaky home!

After that, we waited for a long time, presumably for the wound to be sutured and treated. It wasn't until after 3 p.m. that my father was pushed out of the operating room. At that time, the mother had already arrived. The father we saw had been in a coma. It should be because the anesthesia has not yet worn off. At a glance, I saw that my father was full of things. I didn't bother to look at what it was.

As when I came, my cousin and I were still pushing the operating cart to the elevator. I stood close to my father's feet. It was clear that at that time, my father had something like a hood on his mouth, and a plastic can-like thing was attached to the other end of the hood, and a doctor was constantly pinching it, and every time he pinched it, it would make a "coo" sound. I guess it was the equipment that helped my father breathe. It was only by listening to the constant sound of "coo-dong" and "coo-dong" that I seemed to be able to feel the existence of my father's life.

After getting out of the elevator, we didn't go to my father's hospital room, but to the intensive care unit first. The beds in the intensive care unit were already ready, and when the operating cart was parked, all the family had to do was transfer the father to the bed. At that time, my father was still unconscious, so I had to rely on my cousin and me to make such a transfer. The doctor said that one person moves his head and the other moves his feet. Considering that my cousin is tall and works outside the home all the year round, he should have more strength than me, so at my request, my cousin came to the position of my father's head. According to the doctor's instructions, we stood at the most suitable place. After straightening out the many tubes, the doctor shouted "one, two, three", and under his unified command, my cousin and I worked together to move my father from the operating cart to the hospital bed.

In the process, I once again had a little regret. In the doctor's joking words: you are not moving, but dragging. The "you" here refers to the cousin. Although my father was still in a coma at the time, my heart still felt a throbbing pain when I saw him being dragged to bed by my cousin with tubes inserted all over his body. It was because I was afraid that my strength would not lead to such a situation, so I turned to ask my cousin to help me move my father's head. If I had known that this would be the case, I would have taken matters into my own hands no matter what, even if I had used the strength to breastfeed, and I would never have allowed my father to be dragged from the operating cart to the hospital bed. When the doctor said, "Anyway, the result was achieved", I really regretted it. I regret why I didn't have so much confidence in myself at the time. In fact, I should be able to move myself. Now that I think about it, at that time, it was precisely because I cared too much about my father that I was afraid that I would not be able to move.