"You, why are you sitting up?"
The little nurse was startled by Jiang Wu and put down her things to confirm her physical condition.
Look at her whole body shaking, tears can not stop the flow, and the indicators of the instrument monitoring are normal, I do not know where the problem.
"What's wrong with you? I don't think so. The anesthetic hasn't been used completely, and the wound won't hurt so much? "
Jiang Wu bends her knees and blocks her hand to test the temperature of her forehead. She whispers:
"I'm ok Will you leave me alone for a moment
Choking, almost begging.
Little nurse face is very embarrassed, but confirm that her body is not abnormal, can only promise her to stay for a while.
"You also arranged for a patient to have an operation. Half an hour later, he will come to the ward for anesthesia. You can't stay longer. Now I'm going out to prepare for the next operation. When I come back, I'll send you to the inpatient ward."
Jiang Wu gives her a look of gratitude. She buries her head in her knees and says in tears.
The little nurse came out of the operating room and took off the disposable medical gloves.
Jiang song sees her suspicious face and glances at the temporary bed in the operating room from time to time. He knows that Jiang Wu is probably awake, but why is she still waiting to send it out?
As soon as he wanted to ask, he saw the little nurse put her finger on her lips and made a silent gesture:
"Shh, keep your voice down. The patient's mood is very unstable. I think you'd better not disturb her for the time being. I don't know if she has stress reaction to anesthetics. I'd better observe again."
"Emotions Unstable? "
Jiang song's heart is pulled up. He is afraid that Jiang Fu can't accept so much at the moment. His mind is broken and his mood is moving.
The little nurse nodded with lingering fear:
"well, she looks very sad. I thought she had a pain in her wound, but with such a small incision, the anesthetic has not completely subsided. How could it hurt like this? I think she has her own sad things
"Well, thank you, nurse. We'll wait for her at the door."
Jiang song nodded gratefully.
The nurse nodded to leave. At this time, Zheng Moyan also went through the formalities and came back. Seeing that Jiang Wu was not out of the operating room, and she was the only one in it, she immediately wanted to push the door in, but Jiang song stopped her.
"Let her be alone. Do you really think you are the first person she wants to see at this time?"
Jiang song's words made Zheng Mo speechless. He was really afraid if he was unwilling.
Jiang Fu, who recovers her memory, decides to give him a sentence. He has no way to know, but he can only accept it passively. There is no chance to refute the appeal.
Dejectedly leaning against the door, watching the people coming and going in the corridor, the noise gradually rises.
The next operation is about to start, and the patient's family members are waiting outside the door. The doctor is a little angry when he sees that the patient in the last operation is still inside. He feels that the nurse is careless and has not made arrangements.
"What's the matter? Go to the nurse and push the person back to the inpatient department! " He gave orders.
As soon as the nurse found a wheelchair and was about to enter, the door of the operating room slowly opened by herself -
JIANG Wu was wearing a strip-shaped hospital uniform, thin and thin, with a pale face, standing behind the door of the operating room.
Her thin lips were tight, the tears on her cheeks had not been completely wiped away, the corners of her eyes were red, and her eyes were full of complicated emotions.
It just didn't come back with the hatred.
She looked calm, and the relief of three years' absence concealed her original persistent pain.