Chapter 1152： : What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?

"Want to eat something tomorrow morning?"

"Bean juice ..." The old man grinned and said vaguely.

Because of the cerebral infarction, my speech was a bit unclear, but now it is at least much better than before, and I can vaguely hear.

"Then you will listen to the doctor for a while, if you want to dissolve the thrombolysis, you can't move."

"Well, where are you going?"

"I am standing by your side."

"Sit for a while, it will take a long time."

"it is good."

Both of them spoke very slowly. You said one thing to me, and they said nothing important, and did not ask anything serious or not, dangerous or not.

The old man was afraid that the old lady would be tired.

The old lady is afraid that the old man is not honest.

The two were just a few simple words, but somehow, Xu Ziming and Zhao Danyan were silent.

The old lady was in her eighties, sitting by the bed, holding the old man's hand.

Feeling the temperature from his wife, the old man is also a lot more stable.

The infusion of thrombolytic drugs is relatively long and boring.

But today's emergency room changed its usual tension and anxiety, but it seemed very warm!

The two old men held hands, the old man nodded a few times and woke up less than twenty minutes after falling asleep.

After waking up, the old lady fed some water to this and the old man lay down again.

The old lady is not too tired.

On this side, Xu Ziming sat on one side, and Zhao Danyan also sat on the other side.

The two also looked at each other occasionally, but left immediately.

Don't speak.

Instead, Chen Cang stood there, somewhat at a loss, looking a little awkward.

But soon he was busy outside. Chen Cang put it down and could only deal with patients from outside.

After being busy, it was already about two o'clock in the morning.

Chen Cang was finally relieved.

Standing at the door of the rescue room, Chen Cang hesitated whether to go in.

After entering, the thrombolytic drugs have been finished, and the neurotrophic drugs have also been given.

The old man can't sleep now.

The night was quiet, even in the emergency department, and it was quiet now.

At this time, the elderly's symptoms have been significantly alleviated.

In fact, if patients with cerebral infarction are treated in time, the success rate of thrombolysis is very high.

What is thrombolysis is to break up the emboli that block small blood vessels and return it to the blood.

Thrombolytic drugs such as urokinase are the same as melting emboli.

The main purpose of the neurotrophic drugs is to help the nerves withered due to ischemia and hypoxia recover as much as possible.

In general, the drugs for nutritional nerves are relatively expensive, but the effect is really good.

The old man recovered very well, and now he can speak almost the same, and the whole person is not as depressed as it was at first.

During this quiet night, the old man couldn't help but say: "Am I being suspected? It's a brain stroke again, it's not as good as a day."

The old lady was white, like the old man, and said deliberately and happily, "Is it? I don't think you are worthy of me now!"

"Don't you dislike me when we got married? Can't we dislike now?"

"Look, how beautiful I am now, look at you old now!"

Instead of being angry, the old man laughed: "I bought this dress for you."

The old lady said happily: "You stingy, don't let me go square dance."

The old man's face was black: "This is a matter of style."

The old lady couldn't help laughing, and the wrinkles on her face also unfolded, and she suddenly said, "Okay, okay, shall I sing a song for you?" Hawthorn "you like, okay?

As soon as the old man heard it, his expression eased.

At this time, Chen Cang suddenly heard that the old lady began to hum a familiar song.

"White flowers blooming in trees

Singing gently

On the water at dusk

The factory in the twilight has flashed ... "

This is a very chronological song "Hawthorn ~ www.novelhall.com ~ also belongs to the memory of people in the 50s and 60s.

In the 1950s and 1960s, it may be their youth, and the first-hand hawthorn may also be the youth in the memory of that generation ...

Just like Jay Chou and Zhou Chuanxiong ... they are in the same position in the 90s.

Although the old lady was in her eighties, her voice was very good, and the gentle humming made the rescue room full of strange things.

The voice is not loud, even very small, maybe the old lady sang to the old man in a low voice.

If it weren't for this quiet night, it wouldn't be heard by others.

After a while, the old man fell asleep while listening.

The old lady couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Danyan and Xu Ziming were also greatly affected by this night.

Xu Ziming said voluntarily: "Are you ... sleepy? I'll buy you coffee?"

Zhao Danyan couldn't help but glance at white: "I don't drink!"

Xu Ziming heard Zhao Danyan talking, even with a blame tone, he couldn't help smiling.

This means a lot of relief.

After the old man fell asleep, Zhao Danyan looked at the situation and said: "Send the old man to the ward, it is not suitable in the emergency room, there is no need."

The old lady nodded and agreed.

A group of people helped send the old man to the ward.

The old lady took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wrapped it in the old man's hand, and did not speak.

No one has handkerchiefs in this era, but the old lady has been carrying a piece.

Until now, Chen Cang couldn't help but say, "Auntie, otherwise, you go to the ward next door to rest for a while?"

The old lady said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm not sleepy anymore. I'm too old to sleep very little."