Medical road ahead

"Dad, how are you feeling?"

Wang Kun's son was lying on the side of the hospital bed, looking at Wang Kun who opened his eyes slightly, and asked softly.

"You are."

Wang Kun looked back at him, somewhat half-bright.

"Youngest!"

Mi stared at it for a moment before Wang Kun smiled and asked, "Have you collected the sheets and clothes hanging in the yard?"

"Forehead?"

Wang Kun's son was stunned for a moment before he remembered that his father had just rushed to the backyard to collect his clothes before the fall, saying that he was worried about rain because the weather had turned cloudy.

"It's taken, it's all taken."

After regaining his senses, he nodded hastily and asked again, "Dad, is there anything else you feel uncomfortable about?"

"uncomfortable?"

Now, it was Wang Kun's turn to look blank.

He turned his head and looked around, but still didn't know where he was, "Where are we? Are we not at home?"

"Dad, we are in the hospital and we are treating you!"

"see a doctor?"

"cough!"

Vice President Tian interrupted the conversation between the two in time, leaned over to introduce himself to Wang Kun, briefly described his situation, and asked about his current physical condition.

Although Wang Kun suffers from various diseases, which are severe or slow and affect each other, Vice President Tian still follows the original method of curing diseases and saving lives-seeing, hearing and asking, so as to prescribe the right medicine to Wang Kun.

"It's just a swollen belly." Wang Kun frowned.

"understood."

Vice President Tian nodded knowingly, and after a few words of comfort, he called several chief physicians for a discussion, and decided to treat the problem of kidney failure first, and then treat heart failure and high blood pressure. If there are no complications, brain tumor surgery can be performed. Finally, Qin Xiao's Department of Endocrinology will treat his diabetes problem, and the Department of Nutrition will assist each department in nutritional therapy throughout the process.

Under the cooperative treatment of various departments, Wang Kun's condition gradually improved, and he did not become comatose again. It was only because of the brain tumor that his mind was sometimes clear and sometimes cloudy.

"Aunt Yang, after the brain tumor removal operation, will Mr. Wang still suffer from dementia?"

After delivering nutrients to Wang Kun, Qiao Tan walked up to Yang Yang, who was undergoing preoperative examination, and asked in a low voice.

"Actually, his mental disorder is not particularly serious. If there are no complications after the operation, the situation will gradually improve." Yang Yang objectively said.

"Then will his brain cancer recur?" Qiao Tan asked again.

"What? You have no confidence in your Aunt Yang?" Yang Yang raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"No! I have great confidence in you, but I'm just worried about Mr. Wang's physical condition." Qiao Tan shook his head and said truthfully.

"A veteran who came back alive from the front line of the Anti-Japanese War must have stronger willpower than ordinary people, so he woke up so quickly."

Yang Yang smiled, and said with confidence: "I believe that Mr. Wang will live a long and healthy life after passing this test."

"Ok!"

Qiao Tan nodded heavily, and his confidence doubled.

"My lord, what did you do? Why are you hospitalized?"

"It is said that it is still being rescued."

"Don't you claim to have a body made of iron? Tsk tsk tsk bragging!"

Two weeks later, Yang Yang successfully removed Wang Kun's brain tumor without any other complications.

Especially for the more serious cor pulmonale before, after the oxygen therapy ended, there were no complications such as pulmonary encephalopathy, acid-base imbalance, and electrolyte imbalance, which allowed Yang Yang to perform brain tumor surgery for him with peace of mind.

Except that the diabetes still needs long-term treatment, other symptoms are not serious, so more and more relatives and friends came to visit him, including the group of comrades who went to North Korea together.

They walked into the ward with fruit or flower baskets, joking and joking, making the originally quiet and deserted room suddenly noisy and full of joy.

"Oh! I have a tumor in my brain, and it's not something I can decide. It has nothing to do with my health. I'm still your Iron Captain."

Wang Kun hurriedly defended, then pointed to the big flower basket, and said narrowly, "What if I'm a fairy girl? Give me flowers."

"Fairy girl doesn't have as many creases on your face."

One of them teased, picked a pomegranate flower from the flower basket and pinned it to Wang Kun's ear, "Well, now I look a bit like a fairy girl...the maid next to me."

"Pfft hahaha."

Hearing this, the rest of the people burst into laughter, and even Qiao Tan, who came to replace Wang Kun with new nutrients, couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing secretly.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Glancing at Qiao Tan who was secretly laughing, Wang Kun blushed, quickly took off the flower, and handed it to her, "This girl is the real fairy daughter, and she has been busy taking care of me. "

"I... this is what I should do."

Qiao Tan was caught off guard, and took the pomegranate flower awkwardly, changing his left hand for his right, embarrassed and coy.

"In that case, then give this potted flower to this beautiful fairy daughter!" Another person suggested.

"Okay, okay! It's a waste for the king."

"That's right, flowers shouldn't be planted on cow dung."

The rest of the people jokingly agreed, and stuffed the flower basket into Qiao Tan's arms.

"You are the cow dung!"

Wang Kun took a look at them, turned his head and smiled gently at the embarrassed Qiao Tan: "Girl, take it back and distribute it to the other fairies in your department."

"Okay, thank you."

Qiao Tan nodded blushingly, and after thanking the old people with a nod, he left the ward with the blue flowers in his hands.

"Doctor Joe?"

Qin Xiao, who passed by her shoulder to shoulder, stopped and looked back, called her to stop, and walked over the flower basket blocking his cheek, and laughed dumbly, "Where did you get the flower basket? It's bigger than your face."

"Is my face big?"

Qiao Tan turned pale, put down the flower basket, and looked at Qin Xiao with resentment in his eyes, a dull hair suddenly stood up, as if to cooperate with the master's current dissatisfaction.

"cough!"

Qin Xiao stared at the dumb hair full of show desire, rubbed his nose, and then changed the subject, "Mr. Wang's comrade-in-arms came to visit him?"

"How do you know?" Qiao Tan was curious.

"I saw the government's car parked outside the door, presumably, Deputy Mayor Zhu picked them up." Qin Xiao speculated.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang's comrades-in-arms are still alive, which is really gratifying. I hope they will not get sick and live a long life." Qiao Tan sincerely sighed.

"Most of his comrades-in-arms, like him, chose to live in seclusion after returning to China after the war of resistance against Japan. They even didn't want to mention the past. Therefore, Deputy Mayor Zhu spent a lot of manpower and material resources to contact Mr. Wang's comrades-in-arms. Come on, please come again." Qin Xiao said again.

"Why do you choose to live in seclusion? They are all fighting heroes! Even if you don't want to enjoy the preferential treatment from the state, you don't have to hide yourself?" Qiao Tan was puzzled.

Qin Xiao took the flower basket in her hand and hugged it himself, turned around and walked side by side with her, "Because I don't want to cause trouble for the country, besides, for them, the current peaceful life is the motivation for them to choose to shed blood Instead of chasing fame and fortune, so their long-cherished wish has been fulfilled, they can be dismissed and returned to the fields."

"They are the real heroes. It's not like some people now, who only picked up a dollar on the side of the road, and even posted a Moments saying that they have picked up money well, hoping to get everyone's likes." Qiao Tan sighed again.

"cough!"

Hearing this, Qin Xiao couldn't help but smile, and his smile gradually became stronger.

"My lord, this is our wish, you take it."

After recounting the past, an old comrade took out a bank card and handed it to Wang Kun under the smiling eyes of the rest of his comrades.

"What do you mean? Take it away!"

Seeing this, Wang Kun blushed, and his blood pressure rose sharply.