After eating and picking up my parents, I couldn't lift my eyelids when I got home.

Take a nap until three o'clock.

I sent my father's details to my classmate Dr. Wu on WeChat, and wanted to hear his opinion.

"Let me tell you this, Teacher Xiao is indeed quite serious.

My suggestion is to get targeted drugs, but targeted drugs need to be punctured first, and after puncture, confirm which type of drug to use."

On the phone, classmate Wu gently persuaded me,

"As children, we will not regret it after spending money and taking medicine now.

Otherwise, it will be very uncomfortable to think about it in the future", Wu said to himself on the phone.

I also don't understand how doctors can have such ordinary thoughts.

"Uh-huh," we discussed.

I'm worried about whether my dad's body can withstand it, is targeted medicine considered chemotherapy?

"Oh, by the way, can we do this puncture in our hospital?" , I remember to ask one thing, I'm not a doctor, the questioning is not professional, and I can't care so much.

"Your father's part, you can't do it in the hospital there, so you have to come to Shanghai to do it.

Oh, by the way, if you can use it, this medicine is quite expensive, about 360,000 yuan in half a year" Before hanging up the phone, classmate Wu added a sentence.

I thought that my father would not be willing to spend this money, and he was most worried about my mother.

My mother has serious diabetes and needs to be rescued at any time, and the self-paid part of the drug cost is 1-2000 per month.

Mom's life is attached to her father.

Before and after dinner, I was planning how to convince my dad to use targeted drugs.

How to convince him to go to Shanghai Hospital for a puncture...

"Husband, my dad is a targeted drug, let's take out 100,000 yuan first, let my dad try to see if it can be used",

"If the medicine can be used, tell him to listen to it, you can see if it will work", I tentatively discussed with my husband

"First tell him that this medicine doesn't cost money, it's free." I explained in front of my husband.

"Well, well, you are in charge of this matter," the husband should agree.

Scene: The office of the chief physician of the People's Hospital, 9 a.m. on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year.

According to the words of Dr. Zhang in Shanghai on Chinese New Year's Eve, he will come over to perform surgery on his father on the sixth day of the new year.

"Xiao Huiqing's family, right?"

Yes. The husband replied.

"How many children does Xiao Huiqing have?" The director asked, seriously.

"Two daughters, they're here," I replied.

"I'm the boss".

"Hmm", the director of the People's Hospital replied while looking at the newly done CT.

"However, I watched your father's film and found that he has a problem with his lungs, has he had surgery in recent years?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" I hurriedly moved my chair and leaned forward to ask.

"If there is a problem, if the patient has a problem with heart and lung function, it cannot be operated." The director of the People's Hospital replied.

"You didn't tell us about it in advance, we have surgery today, you come and tell me this",

"My dad has been coming for the injection since Monday, isn't it just for today's surgery?"

"You told me earlier, why did my dad have to suffer this?"

I pushed my chair back and stood up and asked the doctor like a series of questions.

I waited about three minutes.

"Is there any other way?" I realized I couldn't offend the doctor and asked in a soft voice.

"Didn't I understand enough?"

"You can do this surgery, but you can't guarantee that you will get off the operating table," the doctor replied impatiently.

My husband came over and pulled me aside: "You first ask your classmate about the requirements for surgery."

I was so anxious that tears flowed down my cheeks.

My father and mother's ward are opposite, and through a corridor, you can see my father and mother talking and laughing.

Patients who do not know the danger can often face it calmly.

I dialed my classmate's phone number directly, and at this time, I no longer had to think about whether my classmate was performing surgery on the patient and whether it was convenient to answer the phone.

"Excuse me, my dad has a lung problem, so can't he have surgery?" It just so happened that my classmate answered the phone, and I was no longer willing to greet and asked the subject directly.

"yes, it has to be cardiopulmonary functional." The classmate replied,

"In this way, you let your father try to take the stairs, test it, as long as you don't escalate from the first floor to the third floor without breathing, you can, go and try"

My classmates comforted me.

Putting down the phone, I went straight to the hospital room, realizing that I had to settle down.

Stay at the entrance of the ward for a minute.

"Dad"

"Well, talk to the doctor?" The two daughters and sons-in-law were beside me, and today's father was very satisfied and asked me with a smile.

"Oh, that's it" I tried to turn my brain and organize the language.

"Dad, in order to ensure the safety of the operation, the doctor asked me to ask you, do you take the stairs to catch your breath?" I bent over and asked my dad who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"No, your dad is gasping for a few steps now," Mom replied for Dad with her eyes open.

"Where did it come from, now it's swelling and pain here, and I'm panting badly after walking two steps up the stairs," Dad added, gesturing to his abdomen.

"Oh, I'll go out for a while," I forced myself to choke up and go out to wipe my glasses, afraid of revealing my stuff in front of my dad.

My husband is still talking to the doctor in the office, trying to get some clues from the doctor's mouth that can be operated.

I was standing by the window near the elevator.

The family members who walk on the ground outside the window are happy;

The patient who comes up from the elevator is happy;

The doctors didn't warn their families about the situation, and there was no point in asking.

Their families did not need to chase and ask the expert how many days there were, hoping that the expert could squeeze out a few more days like squeezing toothpaste, but the expert gave a disappointing, desperate, "sorry" only the original number of days.

Mr. Xiao's roommate is happy, although it is serious, but today it can be operated, the expert gave the operation, and the operation can bring hope.

Mr. Xiao can't operate!

Gallstones + lumps, double blockages.

- Scene: A few years ago, my mother-in-law, who was a doctor, advised Mr. Xiao: "Father-in-law, you can prescribe it for gallstones, and it doesn't hurt." Mother-in-law refers to the fact that the operation is not too painful.

At that time, Mr. Xiao had a straight face: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't open, it doesn't open." Mr. Xiao said that the stomach does not hurt and should not be operated.

I can't blame Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao - my dad almost killed him with appendicitis more than 20 years ago, and the inflammation was severe before the operation, and it was a month and two months after the operation. Every day, I sat in class with the pain in my abdomen, and the inflammation was intermittent for half a year before it healed.

——— now, I can't wait to pump a few ear scrapers, why didn't I persuade him to cut his gallbladder in the first place? If I had known that there was such a situation today, I would have tied Mr. Xiao to the hospital to cut his gallstones.

——— is now double clogged.

Eat the fat,

Greasy stuff that you eat,

The body is tired,

Sentiment... It is possible to stimulate bile secretion and cause blockage... Bloating, back pain.

To what extent is the belly bloated? Like hepatic ascites?

I kept making up for Mr. Xiao's physical condition.

I regret that I didn't work hard to get into a medical school to become a doctor, and there should be more channels for doctors to see a doctor, right?

"Explain it to your dad, won't you?" My husband came over and patted me on the shoulder.

"Explain that," I replied, choked up, still leaning my head against the railing.

"It seems that I'm here again," my husband sighed and patted me again.

"You have to keep your emotions in check, otherwise what will your dad think when he sees you like this?"

After a 10-minute pause, back in the ward, my father stopped smiling.

He turned around: "Ah Jun, I can't be hospitalized, and I don't use medicine, why are you staying here?"

"Ah Jun, you accompany me downstairs to settle the bill"

"Inexplicable, ah, inexplicable, let me get an injection for 6 days, and it hurts, this injection hurts"

Dad angrily gestured with his slender fingered hand as he motioned for me to take the elevator.

Downstairs, about 200 meters from the elevator entrance to the toll office, I followed my father, who is 1.8 meters tall.

It was a bit cold and there was no air conditioning in the downstairs hallway.

My dad sniffled as he walked, and I wore a mask and glasses.

The mask blocked my expression.

Glasses are discolored outdoors.

Teacher Xiao shouldn't be able to see my teary eyes.

——— Scene People's Hospital Billing Office.

There was no one at the toll booth.

A family member in front of him was checking out.

I have never wished that this family member would take a little longer to settle the bill than at this moment.

I wanted to lean on Mr. Xiao's back and cry for a while.

I wish that time would no longer turn at this moment, that everything would stop.

At this moment, Mr. Xiao's lump is at least not swollen and is still under control.

At this moment, I can still be so close to Mr. Xiao and so real; At this moment, I can still have a father, and I can be a daughter who has a father to reprimand.

Dad, who is usually in a hurry to do things, leaned against the pillar next to the cash register and looked at me.

Teacher Xiao's eyes didn't know whether he was worried or afraid, and he was no longer sharp enough to reprimand me before.

Today, three years later, looking back, Mr. Xiao should have sent me a heart-wrenching "call for help" look.

But he knew in his heart that his daughter, I, was ignorant and incompetent, confirming what he had said to me: "You will know nothing."

Yes, I don't know anything but watch my own father being tortured physically and mentally.

———— scene: In my own home.

Take out barley, red beans, mung beans, and red dates from the refrigerator.

The online query said that barley and red beans can dispel dampness, and experts said that "the reason why people get sick is because there are too many damp poisons in the body". Mung beans can detoxify.

Take a handful out of each jar, scrub it clean, and soak it in water.

There is a small yellow strip in the groove of each grain of barley.

I took the blistered barley to the table and sat down, and used a fruit knife to dig out the small horizontal strips in the grooves of each barley, one by one.

My husband came out of the bedroom and stood next to me and watched me dig barley one by one.

"I woke up at five o'clock this morning, now go and sleep for a while, shall we?"

He was worried that my body couldn't stand it, and last night I was dizzy and checked my blood pressure, 160 up and 100 down.

"This barley doesn't need to be dug like this, I heard that this small horizontal strip has medicinal value"

"Just go to the faucet and rub it," the husband continued to ramble.

"No, no, no, I'm going to get sick if I eat this"

"Don't bother"

"I'm doing it, and I didn't let you do it" I was so angry that I always thought that my husband was just treating this matter as a bystander.

"Okay, good" My husband was afraid that I would get angry again, so he patted me on the shoulder twice and quickly turned around to leave.

Dig and wash the barley, and scrub the red beans, red dates, and mung beans.

Put water to boil. Cook for a while; Look at it for a while;

Sit for a while; Think about it for a moment.

Until the soup changes color, add the pre-washed white rice and cook together.

The whole process of cooking porridge takes more than 1 hour.

When it's three o'clock, scoop the porridge into the warmer.

There is a cordon on the road, and there are people on duty.

Wear a mask and glasses, take your temperature, and let you go.

—————— scene at the home of my parents.

"Ah Jun is here", Teacher Xiao sat on the sofa near the door.

"Hmm," I should agree.

"Mom, bring a pot, I cooked porridge and poured it into the pot"

Teacher Xiao sat on the sofa and frowned, no longer arguing with me as before.