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The National Cotton Factory Hospital was originally the internal employee hospital of the National Cotton Factory. It used to be in the dormitory area inside the factory gate, next to the main road between the production area and the living area. At that time, the National Cotton Factory Hospital was funded by the factory, and the employees and their families spent very little money on medical treatment there, and some old employees with enough working experience did not even pay for medical treatment.

This was one of the benefits of the National Cotton Factory back then.

Later, the National Cotton Factory was unable to make ends meet, and the hospital gradually became neglected. But there are at least a hundred people in the hospital, so they can't starve to death, can they? Therefore, after the first reorganization of the National Cotton Factory, the hospital of the National Cotton Factory was contracted solely by the current Dean Liu Rufeng. The new hospital on the first floor not only still offers discounts for the employees inside the factory, but also starts to open to the outside world to generate income.

Although due to the qualifications of doctors, the National Cotton Factory Hospital can't see any serious illnesses, but guarding the dormitory of the National Cotton Factory, which has thousands of retired workers over 60 years old, just giving the old people infusions and rehabilitation every year. Enough to maintain the normal operation of the hospital. Through external medical treatment, the hospital is developing fairly well.

The National Cotton Factory is an old state-owned factory with a history of more than 60 years, and the dormitory area naturally has retired old workers. These old workers are getting older, and naturally they have a lot of problems.

It's like Yang Jing's grandmother, who is about eighty years old this year. If it was in ancient times, she would be an old birthday star who would not kneel when she met the emperor.

But now, there are more and more elderly people of this age. And after the old man reached this age, all kinds of strange problems appeared.

Yang Jing's grandmother suffered from a very troublesome disease, the scientific name of which is thrombosis and cerebral microvascular disease.

This disease is a type of cerebral thrombosis, but it is not the same as the general sense of cerebral thrombosis.

Generally speaking, when a person suffers from a cerebral thrombosis, the most serious thing is the stalking here and there, and they are either speechless or unable to move. Yang Jing's grandmother was not so bad. Although she also had a cerebral thrombosis, her symptoms were not obvious, but she had mild symptoms of cerebral thrombosis all over her body.

Generally speaking, when a patient with cerebral thrombosis develops, a blood vessel in a certain part of the brain is infarcted, and it is reflected in a brain CT or brain MRI film that an obvious large black spot will appear at the infarcted part of the brain.

However, grandma Yang Jing’s brain CT and brain MRI films did not show large black spots, but many small black spots in the shape of rice grains, although the size of the infarction was not large. Big, but there are many.

In the doctor's words, this is a typical thrombotic cerebral microangiopathy.

Patients with this disease will not suffer from severe symptoms such as hemiplegia or inability to speak like most patients with cerebral infarction, but once they have this disease, it will become more and more difficult for the patient to walk, talk, eat and all other daily activities.

Just like Yang Jing's grandmother, she has had this disease for several years, and she was fine in the past few years, but in the past two years, the old man's condition has become more and more serious, and now it is more and more difficult to walk, and her legs are obviously weak. Plenty of strength, but just can't take a step, the legs are not dominated by the brain. He always chokes while eating, and can choke six or seven times after ten mouthfuls of rice. Now, the old man not only chokes, but also has difficulty swallowing.

However, there is no way to cure this disease with the current medical technology. It can only be maintained by blood transfusion twice a year.

The ward for grandma's infusion is in the neurology ward on the fourth floor of the hospital, Yang Jing knew that. Before going to London, my grandma was hospitalized on this floor twice a year for blood vessels.

When I got to the fourth floor, I went to the nurse's station and asked, and then I found out that my grandmother lived in the southernmost bed 29.

The little nurse in the hospital was also puzzled—why does this handsome, stylishly dressed guy drag his suitcase to visit patients?

Standing outside the ward, Yang Jing took a deep breath, and was about to push the door of the ward, but the door was opened from the inside.

A familiar face appeared in front of Yang Jing.

Yang Jing's aunt, Li Rui, was walking out with the urinal in her hand. Obviously, she was going to empty the urinal for the old lady.

My aunt was also taken aback for a moment, and then said pleasantly, Oh, it's Xiao Jing who is back.

Yang Jing nodded with a smile and said, Auntie, I am the one who is back.

The aunt was very happy, but she was still holding the urinal in her hand, and she couldn't give the nephew a hug, so she excitedly said to the inside: Sister, your son is back, come out and have a look, I'm busy right now. It's on.

After finishing speaking, my aunt walked away from the door with the urinal in her hand. The next moment, accompanied by a whirlwind, the figure of my mother Li Ping appeared at the door of the ward as if teleported.

The mother's face was full of surprises. Obviously, the surprise that Yang Jing, the son, made was very successful, and he could score 10 points.

Mom was stunned at the door for less than 0.5 seconds, and then hugged Yang Jing with a surprised ah.

Feeling the familiar warmth in his arms, Yang Jing's eyes turned red involuntarily.

The aunt smiled slightly, and quickly walked towards the toilet with the urinal in her hand, leaving time and space for the mother and son who hadn't seen each other for more than two years.

Mom, are you okay?

I'm fine, Xiao Jing, why did you come back so quietly? Didn't you agree to notify the family before returning to China? The mother let go of her son, and while talking, she touched Yang Jing with her hand. cheeks.

Your head is getting higher and higher, and Mom can hardly touch your head anymore. Mom's eyes were also red, and tears fell down involuntarily.

Yang Jing stretched out his hand and gently wiped his mother's cheek, and said with a smile: Mom, I'm already twenty-five years old, I'm not a child anymore, should I notify you when I get home?

The mother smiled and beat her son's chest, then took her son's hand and said, Okay, don't poke at the door, go in if you have something to say, your grandma must be very happy to see you.

Yang Jing nodded and followed his mother into the ward.

Sure enough, the grandma, who was lying on the hospital bed for infusion, immediately showed a smile on her wrinkled face when she saw Yang Jing, Xiao Jing is back? Come here and let grandma take a look.

As the old lady spoke, she tried to prop up her body with the other hand. Yang Jing hurriedly put down the suitcase in his hand and took two steps forward, wrapped his arms around grandma's back, and helped her up up.

During this process, Yang Jing couldn't help feeling sour again.

Grandma is much lighter than before, and there are many more wrinkles on her face. It really is the age that is not forgiving.

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