Chasing Secret Love: Baby's Ex-Wife Don't Want to Escape

After the meeting that day, Jiang Wanqing went to the intensive care unit to take a look. It happened that the policeman was sleeping.

Without disturbing, Jiang Wanqing quietly recorded the instrument forms for the past few days, sighed and left.

The situation is indeed not optimistic. Even in his sleep, his form has been unstable, which may have something to do with his nervousness.

Thinking this way, Jiang Wanqing was busy with other things.

After three days.

Still in that meeting room, Jiang Wanqing held a second meeting: "Do you have any better suggestions for this patient's situation?"

　As soon as Jiang Wanqing finished speaking, everyone started talking about it.

The group of people who decided not to undergo surgery basically did not change their opinions: "I still say the same thing, there is no need for any surgery in this situation."

"Yes, it will only increase the suffering of the patient. And his condition in the intensive care unit is not optimistic."

"Yes, the situation has always been unstable, and it is indeed not suitable for surgery."

At this time, even the doctor who wanted to save him stood up and decided not to perform the operation, because it was indeed the case.

"When I wanted to operate on him, I watched him in the intensive care unit for two days, but I don't know why his heart rate was unstable even when he was sleeping."

It was the same as what Jiang Wanqing saw.

"Yes, I've seen it too. Could it be that he is having a nightmare? Or is he too nervous?"

"It shouldn't happen if you're too nervous. The heart rate is so abnormal, even if an anesthetic is injected into the operation, once his body reacts to varying degrees, it will be terrible."

"Yeah, it's really difficult!"

"Doctor Jiang, what do you think?"

Everyone looked at Jiang Wanqing worriedly. After all, she was the attending doctor, and it was best for him to make the final decision.

"Most of the doctors now have decided not to perform surgery, or just procrastinate like this. You can live a day is a day."

"Hey, but if he lives like this, this patient knows that his last hope is gone."

"Why don't we ask his family and his own opinion? It's definitely not up to us to decide."

Apart from the attending physician, the most important decision is still made by the family.

"Okay, let me handle this matter myself."

Jiang Wanqing knew that the doctors in the department were busy with other patients, and she just finished another patient's operation yesterday, so she could spare time to look at the specific situation of this patient.

And understand the wishes of their families, and bring them the meaning of the hospital, after all, human life is a matter of fate.

Today, this often has been transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward. His breathing is stable today, and his heart rate has returned to the normal range slightly.

When Jiang Wanqing walked in, his daughter and his parents and wife were there.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Jiang, the attending doctor here. I'm here to check on Mr. Xu's situation."

This person, often surnamed Xu, saw that it was the attending doctor, and nodded to Jiang Wanqing with difficulty, and Jiang Wanqing returned him with a warm smile.

"Doctor, look, what he cares most about now is whether he can perform the operation?"

Mr. Xu's wife also wanted to know this. Jiang Wanqing was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't deceive them: "To be honest, we are very worried that Mr. Xu's physical condition will not be able to withstand the stimulation on the operating table."

"Didn't you say last time that once the heart rate returns to normal? The operation is under general anesthesia, so it shouldn't have any effect."

Mr. Xu's daughter still has a little bit of fluke mentality. Of course, she hopes that her father can survive the operation smoothly.

Jiang Wanqing nodded: "That's right, but Mr. Xu's condition can't be considered stable. A few days ago, when he was seriously ill, he was also in an unstable state in his sleep. Our nurses have recorded it."

"Ah, does that mean there is no hope?"

His wife started to have red eyes and wiped her tears: "I was finally transferred to your hospital because I wanted to do the surgery that your hospital can only do. Why can't I do it?"

Mr. Xu was the hardest hit. He was lying on the hospital bed unable to speak, tears streaming down his face. It was obvious that he was very disappointed and sad.

"Don't cry, and don't be discouraged. I will continue to observe for a few days. If the response is good, you can try it. How is your food intake these days?"

Because one of Mr. Xu's three types of cancer is complicated by esophageal problems, he can't eat anything, so he can only inject it through the nose manually, or inject nutrient solution.

The daily intake of nutrient solution is about [-] milliliters, but he is worried that his body will not be able to bear so much and it will cause diarrhea. Now it has been reduced to [-] milliliters per day.

This is not enough for a normal person, let alone a seriously ill person, who cannot absorb nutrients and will lose weight even more.

The current Mr. Xu is in a skinny state. It really makes people feel distressed to see it.

"It's not bad today. There's a total of [-] milliliters. I also had a bowel movement. It's not as thin as it was a few days ago. It's formed."

The wife quickly explained.

Jiang Wanqing walked over to take a look again: "That's not bad, Mr. Xu, insisting on absorbing even one milliliter more every day is also a victory. I believe you can do it."

With the comfort of the attending doctor, Mr. Xu nodded vigorously, and suddenly asked for a pen and paper.

Although he can't speak, he wants to cough when he speaks. Suctioning sputum every day is also a kind of torture for him.

He had to inhale back and forth five or six times a day, and felt phlegm in his body after a while. This feeling was quite uncomfortable, and he didn't even have the strength to cough.

But writing is still possible. Sometimes the family members can’t understand what he means, so they give him a writing board, and he will write his own requirements on it, where he feels uncomfortable, and needs to turn over, etc. The family members I understand.

"Father, please write, and I will help you stabilize."

The caring daughter is holding a clipboard beside her.

I saw Mr. Xu struggling to write on the clipboard: Thank you doctor for visiting me. I know my own body.There is no hope, life is better than death, but I am not reconciled.

I have suffered so much all my life, and now my family is happy but I have such an illness. I am not reconciled to leaving. No matter what, I want to give it a try, and after I try it, my wish is fulfilled.

As long as I can live another day, it is a hope.Doctor, please help me. If you can’t have an operation, give me a happy ending. I’m a policeman and I’m not afraid of death.

But I'm gone, what about my wife and my children?My daughter is not married yet.

It took Mr. Xu more than half an hour to finish writing just these words. He was extremely tired, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

The wife hurriedly wiped his sweat with a towel, and cried while wiping: "I told you, you are seriously ill like this, what else do you want to do so much, the serious thing is to recuperate well, don't worry about us!"

Her daughter was also crying so hard that she couldn't help herself, she was so sad!

　"Dad, stop writing, think about your own body is the most important thing."

Mr. Xu's parents were naturally very sad. They didn't want the white-haired man to give away the black-haired man, so they called Jiang Wanqing outside.

"Doctor Jiang, please, this is my son's wish. As long as there is a chance, our family members are willing to perform this operation."

Jiang Wanqing was very embarrassed: "I can understand your feelings at this moment, but this operation is indeed very risky. I should discuss it with the hospital."

"Okay, that's really up to you."

"Doctor Jiang is such a good man! Our family depends on you."

After Jiang Wanqing bid them farewell, she just huddled in her office and looked at the patient's information, from the onset of the disease to the hospitalization process.

It has not been more than half a year since the onset of the disease, but looking at the photos of him in high spirits before, he is really sick like a mountain.

At this time, a nurse brought Jiang Wanqing overtime meals and saw the information on the table: "Dr. Jiang, you are still thinking about this patient's operation."

"Yes, I went to see his family today. His only wish is to have this operation. I really can't bear to refuse."

Jiang Wanqing told the truth, even though she was indifferent on the surface, she couldn't help but soften her heart when she saw such a scene.

"There is nothing wrong with saying that, but in the past, some patients asked for surgery, and when the results of the surgery did not achieve the expected results, they would come to the hospital. Now the relationship between doctors and patients is very tense."

The nurse said beside him that their worries were not unreasonable. The doctor-nurse relationship has developed step by step to where it is today. It has to be said that there are big problems on both sides.

But Jiang Wanqing did soften his heart: "I see his family members are very reasonable people today."

If something really went wrong with the operation, their family members should not have made a fuss in the hospital.

"In the end, it's Dr. Jiang's decision, you just have to think it over."

The nurse patted Jiang Wanqing on the shoulder, probably to comfort her not to have too much pressure.

When it was time to get off work in the afternoon, Qi Shaowei called: "I've been waiting for you downstairs for almost half an hour, do you have to work overtime again?"

Jiang Wanqing only felt a pain in one side of her head, and was so busy that she even forgot the time.

"Sorry, you should go back today, I may have to stay here all night."

"So long?"

"Yes, we want to study a patient's operation. His current physical condition is not very good, but he himself very much hopes for an operation. I'll see if I can study a reasonable plan for him."

Qi Shaowei held the phone with a somewhat unpredictable expression.