My father continued to have a fever after the operation, and his condition was not very good, so he relied on durolin to relieve the pain all day long.

In the past few days, all kinds of examinations have been done non-stop, I queued up to get medicine, waited for the report, and stayed by the bedside to take care of me day and night.

Today, I went into the medical room, held the knife for my father, and held my father's hand tightly. The doctor opens the scalpel and suspects inflammation in the abdominal cavity.

The mood is heavy, the hospital is noisy, I can't code words, today's update will be made up tomorrow, I'm sorry, I'm not in good spirits, I'm afraid that the quality of the text written is not good, good night everyone!