Mom was kneeling on the ground with a painful expression on her face, her hands were covered in blood, her coat was messy, and her hair was unkempt. I squatted down and hugged my mother and whispered... Mom, don't do this, dad will be fine, the doctor will save him. Come back to dad, I believe the doctor, look at your hands, they are all covered in blood!
She stretched out her hand and looked at the palm of her hand. The blood was still stained and it looked shocking and terrifying. She wailed in pain. Said: Yan's dad, you must live, Xiaoyan and I are waiting for you. My mother cried and shouted in pain at the door of the operating room. There were only my mother and me at the door of the operating room.
My grandma and grandpa passed away at an early age, leaving only me, my mom and my dad. When I was still alive, grandma said: Yanyan, your dad is so anxious about everything. I’m really afraid that sooner or later he will die. , Grandma's words really came true, and Dad really...
Grandpa passed away not long after I was born. He had advanced gastric cancer. I was still in kindergarten at that time. I looked at the operating room and saw those three words. Before it was over, I couldn't hold back my tears and cried loudly when I thought of the scene where my father was hit and covered in blood.
It was very quiet in the corridor of the operating room. I looked at the watch on my wrist. It was already twelve o'clock and the operation had been more than two hours. Dad, please make sure you are fine. If I am not there, If you fall asleep in the store and help your mother buy milk, you will not have a car accident.
Suddenly, I heard a banging sound. I looked up and saw that it was raining outside. The raindrops reflected on the glass window in the corridor, forming a hazy mist. My mother looked at me and asked in a hoarse voice. She said: Xiaoyan, what time is it now? Is your father still alive?
As she said that, her mother’s eyes were red with tears again. I wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said: It’s already twelve o’clock. Yes, yes. Dad will definitely be alive. Mom, can you stand up first?
I carefully pulled my mother up with both hands and sat on the rest chair. My mother threw herself into my arms and continued to cry uncontrollably. I couldn't cry anymore. I held back my tears and comforted my mother's shoulders. She was shaking so much that I gently touched my mother's shoulder, trying to calm her down.
I looked at the door of the operating room with tears in my eyes. Dad, please, you must live. My mother and I are still waiting for you at the door of the operating room. My mother is crying in my arms. Touching her mother's back, her crying slowly stopped.
The corridor was eerily quiet, and the sound of rain outside was getting louder and louder. Time passed by, and the door to the operating room had not yet been opened. I kept looking at the closed door of the operating room.
Finally, my mother broke away from me. She walked back and forth at the door of the operating room, lowering her head, sometimes lowering her head, sometimes looking towards the door of the operating room. I sat on the rest chair and looked at the door of the operating room. Inside What happened? Why can't I hear any sound?
Finally, after an unknown number of hours, the door of the operating room was opened, and an exhausted male doctor walked out of the door of the operating room. When my mother came forward, the male doctor took off his mask and looked at her and said: Madam, after a five-hour operation, your husband was rescued, but he is still unconscious because of excessive blood loss. Because the heart has ruptured, he underwent a major heart operation. Whether he wakes up depends on you. The husband is his own creation.
I grabbed the male doctor’s arm and said: My father’s heart has burst. Doctor, what do you mean by this? Whether he wakes up or not depends on his own fate. The doctor looked at me with an apologetic expression and said: Miss, your father lost too much blood. The doctors and nurses inside and I did our best.
As soon as I finished speaking, the door of the operating room was pushed open again. My mother and I ran forward and took a look. Two nurses and a female doctor pushed my father on the bed out of the operating room. My mother looked at her eyes tightly. The father, whose heart, nose, and head were all covered with surgical bandages, and who was not angry at all, cried bitterly: Dad, please wake up, it’s all my fault. If I don’t let you buy that milk, you won’t. A car accident occurred.
The female doctor with long hair shawl looked at her mother and said: Madam, your husband has just completed the operation. We have really tried our best. Your husband has lost too much blood. Whether he can wake up depends on your husband's fate. Now, your husband needs to be admitted to the ICU immediately. Any delay will cause danger signs. Please understand.
I dragged my mother’s arm and said hoarsely: Mom, let dad go to the ICU first. Dad has lost too much blood, and we can only resign ourselves to fate! Mom looked at the patient who was lying on the hospital bed and being pushed away. My father cried even louder, and I couldn't hold back my tears as I hugged my mother in pain. The sound of my mother and I crying could be heard throughout the corridor.
After comforting my mother, my mother and I took the elevator to the ICU room on the third floor. My mother held my hand and walked into the ICU room with her. We heard the sounds of various instruments. My mother and I After putting on the surgical clothes given by the doctor, the doctor led my mother and me into a room. As soon as we entered the room, we saw a huge isolation window.
Inside was my father lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by heavyweight medical equipment and ventilators. I covered my mouth, tears could not stop falling, and my mother was lying on the isolation window. I looked at my unconscious father in pain, my shoulders twitching violently, and I quickly hugged my mother.
Touching her mother's tear-filled cheek, she said: "Stop crying. Mom, your eyes are red and swollen." My mother couldn't say anything, her eyes just kept shedding tears. God, why do you let my father suffer such pain? Thinking of my father's smile every day, I can't even see his expression.
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When I looked at my father lying on the ICU bed, my heart felt like it was killing me. The doctor came over and looked at my mother and me and said: Madam, madam, if your husband and your father If you don't wake up within three days, you will really have to get a critical illness notice.
My mother and I looked at the doctor in disbelief. The doctor looked at me and said: Miss, your father’s blood type is very special. Our hospital’s blood bank has not found your father’s blood type and has collected all the blood in the hospital. Bags are usedI heard my grandma say before that my father’s blood type is the very rare R.h negative blood type...
After hearing this, my mother felt like she was numb. She looked at the long-haired doctor and said: My husband is a panda. Blood, doctor, thank you for your hard work. We know it. It's all my fault. It was too late to send him to the hospital, which delayed the rescue time. The doctor was stunned when he heard this.
The doctor walked up to me and looked at me and said seriously: Comfort your mother. The director and I tried our best to save your father and performed heart surgery on your father. The panda blood must be prepared in advance. Other blood types can only provide temporary relief. Miss, don't be too sad. I held back the tears that were about to flow out and looked at the doctor with a soulless voice and said: I understand, doctor, my father’s blood type is too special. I know you are doing your best, and I will comfort my good mother.
The doctor looked at me and sighed, then took out a stack of envelope bags from his white coat, put the envelope bag into my hand, turned around and walked out of the ICU room, I opened the heavy envelope bag, There was a wad of money inside. I counted the money sheets with trembling fingers. There were more than 30,000.
At the entrance of IcU, the director wearing glasses looked at Dr. Bai who came out dejectedly. He stepped forward and looked at Dr. Bai and asked: How is it? Did that wad of money go to the family members of the car accident? Our hospital really can’t find the panda blood, so we can only use my salary as compensation.
Dr. Bai looked at the serious hospital director and said: I have given her daughter. I feel really sorry for her. Even after all the blood bags in the hospital blood bank have been taken, her father may not be able to wake up. I really feel that This is the first time that this doctor is so useless. Director He, I really want to cry.
Bai Jiayan is the best surgeon at Ancheng Hospital. She can successfully revive the patient in any major surgery. However, there is really no way to save the patient in this car accident because the patient has panda blood, and the hospital blood bank is temporarily unable to save it. There is really no way to find out this blood type.
In the ICU room, I handed the heavy envelope to my mother. She wiped her tears and looked at me and asked: Xiaoyan, what is this you gave me? Why is it so heavy... My mother's voice was hoarse from crying for a long time. I opened the envelope and my mother looked at me in panic.
I looked at my mother and said weakly: It was given by the long-haired doctor. Mom, we must be prepared. Dad may really... Before I could finish speaking, my mother's eyes filled with tears again. I held my mother's shoulders and walked to the isolation window door.
Looking at my father on the hospital bed, I cried heartbreakingly. Dad, please don’t be so cruel and abandon me and my mother. Wouldn’t my father still have to watch Xiaoyan have a boyfriend? Dad, you must wake up. Yanyan will graduate from college soon. I will soon have a job and find a boyfriend.
Unable to open the door of the ICU, I can only look at my father whose life or death is uncertain through the glass window. Is my father really helpless? Soon, the first night passed. On the second day, I asked my mother to go home and bring food to the hospital. I stayed with my father.I watched my father through the isolation window for a whole day, but he showed no sign of waking up.
At night, my mother hurriedly walked into the ICU with her lunch box. She looked at me and asked: How is it? Is your father awake? Xiaoyan. I lowered my head, and my mother immediately burst into tears. I hugged my mother, and my mother hugged me again and cried loudly. Dad, are you really so cruel?
I ate some food that my mother brought from home, but I couldn’t eat it at all. The food was tasteless, and my mother started crying before eating. When she felt sleepy, she sat on the rest chair in the ICU and took a nap. Two days passed in such a hazy way, and it was the third and last day.
As usual, my mother went home to sleep at dawn and then came to the hospital at night. She didn't take a step out of the ICU for three days, so she could only rely on her feelings to judge whether it was morning or evening. At ten o'clock in the evening, her mother was on time. Appearing next to me, I took the lunch box from my mother's hand and ate as fast as possible.
My mother looked at me, I looked at my mother and shook my head. My mother seemed to understand something and staggered out of the ICU room. I ran out of the ICU room with my lunch box and saw my mother kneeling at the entrance of the elevator. I buried my head in my head and cried. I covered my tears and burst into tears. Dad, please wake up. Mom can no longer hold on.
Mom walked back to the ICU room again. She no longer had the painful expression just now. Her face seemed to have lost its previous smile, and her eyes were still red. I walked over and pulled my mother to sit on the rest chair. Mom She looked up at me and said in a feeble voice: Yanyan, mom has thought about it, if your dad is real, we will depend on each other!
I hugged my mom, and she threw herself into my arms, and my eyes were filled with tears. Once I couldn't control my raging noise and cried, my eyes were blurred and my eyelids hurt from crying. Dad, I don't blame you. I will take good care of my mother and make her the happiest person.