Those who chase the update will definitely find that the time of my recent update is becoming more and more unstable, and there are even a few thousands of rewards that I have been owing and not repaying. (I've memorized it all, and I'll pay it back later.) ）

Now let's talk about the reason, these days I have been going back and forth between home and hospital.

I'm now suffering from a headache and insomnia, so I got up and posted a single chapter explaining the situation.

A few days ago, my father was unwell and went to the doctor, saying that it was caused by overwork, so he asked him to pay more attention to rest and prescribed some medicine to take.

I haven't seen him well for a while, and I don't think it's good, so my sister took him to the People's Hospital to see a doctor, this time it's a tertiary hospital, it should be a bit level.

The doctor who consulted said it was hepatitis and prescribed medicine for two weeks, saying that he would go back to the clinic after taking it.

The day after seeing the doctor, my sister left, or I went to deliver it, you should know, it was mentioned in the previous chapter.

After a few more days, about five days, my father's symptoms did not improve, and he said that his stomach hurt.

I felt that the problem was not so simple, so I used my mobile phone to hang up the number of the director of the liver disease department of the People's Hospital.

The first time I went to the People's Hospital was an emergency department, and it was the kind of doctor who saw everything, and the diagnosis may not be so detailed, so I hung up a doctor specializing in liver function this time.

The next day, I checked and said that it was possible cirrhosis, and the stomach pain was due to the appearance of liver ascites.

Hospitalization, followed by various tests.

After further examination, the doctor said that it might be liver cancer.

That's the last word I want to see.

Because many patients in the People's Hospital have to queue up for various examinations, they have been hospitalized for many days, and they have not yet received all the examination results.

Two days ago, the doctor asked my father to do an MRI, which required breath holding, but my father also seemed to have a problem with his lungs, and he couldn't hold his breath at all.

The examination was postponed for two days, and the chief doctor took turns to take a holiday on Saturdays and Sundays, and lay in the hospital for another two days.

I still can't hold my breath today, and I can't do MRI, so I can only do CT tomorrow.

On Monday, it is estimated that the results will be available, and it is already past twelve o'clock, which is today. The attending doctor and director will go to work and will give a conclusion based on the results of the examination to see how the treatment will follow.

But judging from the previous test reports, they are not optimistic, and I have checked a lot on the Internet and found that many symptoms are consistent.

So I have insomnia all night in the past two days, I slept in the hospital last night, insomnia at home until four o'clock in the morning, slept for two hours and went to take over the night watch, stay with the bed all night, come back to sleep at noon, and get up in the afternoon to code words.

Yesterday's chapters were all coded with mobile phones in the hospital, because wearing a mask, breathing is not so comfortable, plus the hospital environment, plus my father's illness, it is difficult for me to calm down and code words.

So I wrote 4,000 words all day.

In fact, it is very idle in the hospital, because the patient is lying down and resting, all you can do is give him food and drink when he is awake, and talk to him, but most of the time the patient is lying down and resting.

Therefore, the person who accompanies the bed is very idle, but when the person is idle, the brain cannot be idle, and he can't control his thoughts.

Lying on the hospital stool late at night, I felt very uncomfortable when I heard the sound of my father unable to sleep because of the unbearable abdominal pain, and I felt that I was useless and could not share the pain for him.

All the pain can only be borne by him alone, because he is allergic to painkillers, and there will be many side effects after taking it, vomiting, dizziness and other symptoms, so he can't take painkillers, so he can only endure it.

I hope that tomorrow the doctor will come up with a solution sooner rather than later, at least to solve the pain caused by my father's liver ascites problem, so that he can sleep peacefully.

I haven't slept well these days, why hasn't my father? The pain day and night made it impossible for him to sleep at all.

My father is still young, only 53 years old, and he is only half a hundred, and I have just taught him to pay with WeChat for less than a year.

The old man has a bad memory, and he is very slow to accept new things, and he has taught him many times before, but he has forgotten them.

That is, this year, he learned to use WeChat to buy groceries, and learned to use WeChat to go to the supermarket to buy things.

He excitedly told us that he seemed to be talking about something big.

In fact, these are all ordinary things in our eyes.

My mind is a mess right now, I can't control myself not to think about it, and I hope that tomorrow the doctor will tell me that the result is not serious and can be cured.

I don't want "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and the child wants to raise but doesn't wait." "The situation happened to me.

My father hasn't seen me get married, he hasn't seen me make a lot of money......

I also once fantasized that one day when I would write and get results, and I would ask my father to stop working when I made a lot of money, give him the banknotes of the bus, and tell him that I will raise him in the future, just let him and my mother go on a trip, and leave the money to me.

My father did not do well in school when he was a child, so he came out to work at a very young age, and because he was uneducated, he could only do some manual work.

But he just supported our family by manual work, for me to study and go to school, although it will not let me live a rich life, but at least it will not be much worse than ordinary people, this may be the greatness of being a father.

……

Anyone who reads my books knows that my style is mostly daily joy, and I don't deliberately create too many abusive plots.

The occasional touch, that's also the need of the plot.

At that time, when Shen Jiajia's plot appeared in the outline, I originally wanted to write about her father's cancer, but I didn't want to be so cruel, so I finally changed it to uremia, and when I conceived the plot, my father had not yet been diagnosed with the disease.

I don't know why I, a person who writes so kindly, do this to my father?

My grandfather and grandfather are still alive and healthy, and my grandfather even lived to be in his nineties.

Why?

My father is only 53!

He is still old and young, why does God torture him so much?

A reader asked Su Chen's grandmother before?

My grandmother passed away when I was in high school, and my grandmother passed away before I was born.

I don't know if it's my own reason or why I didn't subconsciously think about writing about Su Chen's grandmother and grandmother.

Maybe it will touch the depths of my heart. I don't want to evoke unpleasant memories.

So Su Chen's grandmother and grandmother have long passed away.

Tomorrow I will stay at home to watch the children, my sister's two daughters, who have just learned to walk, and it is not much easier to take them with me than to go to the hospital.

But the child has to be taken along, and my sister will go to the hospital tomorrow, and maybe when she comes back, I will go to the overnight shift in the afternoon or evening.

I don't know if tomorrow I won't be able to guarantee an update.

Maybe it seems that I am very unfilial, and my father is sick like this, and I am still thinking about it.

It's ridiculous to say that the reason I keep changing so much is for the measly 600 yuan full attendance award.

Because I need money, my father is a coolie worker, and he doesn't have health insurance, and the cost of the hospital is amazing, and I can only feel at ease if I earn more money.

The plot of this book quickly and completely collapsed, because there will be a big twist later, which should dissuade many readers, but the book was written by me, and the plot of my pen is like this, I thought about it before I opened the book, and I don't want to destroy its complete appearance in my heart.

I need money, but what I need more now is time.

I suddenly realized that 24 hours a day was not enough, and I needed more time to do other things besides the time to rest.

Now insomnia has taken up my rest time, and I want to rest well, but I can't sleep, my head hurts, and I'm even afraid that I will fall ill before my dad.

In the past two days, I have been listening to a song, Wang Feng's "To Let Life Go On", because there are two lyrics in this song that have always supported me from falling.

"You don't know how to deal with it, but you have no way back. You have to hold on until the last minute in order for life to go on. ”

I still need to persevere, because life goes on.

These days are not in good shape, what is written is not as good as it could be, and the update time is unstable, and here I say sorry to my readers.

"I'm sorry, I didn't give you the best experience."

I'm sorry, I've shown you so many things that have nothing to do with it, maybe I'm just trying to find someone to talk to, but who wants to listen to this kind of thing? It's just that I think maybe my heart won't be so uncomfortable when I say it.

I'm sorry!

2019.8.26