father - home

Since then, treatment has become increasingly difficult.The condition became more and more complicated, and the symptoms of organ failure gradually appeared. There were many contradictions in the treatment, and we soon ran out of options.

The worrying lung infection could not be avoided in the end, probably due to aspiration of the lungs during the convulsion, so Zhao could no longer leave the ward. If the phlegm was not sucked out in time, he would suffocate to death.

In order to control body temperature, Analgin injection had to be used frequently.The muscles of Zhao's buttocks were red, swollen and dead.

Zhao's hemoglobin continued to drop, and the need to replenish blood volume brought trouble to the prevention and treatment of kidney failure.Kidney failure must limit the amount of fluid input.

In order to prevent and treat stress ulcers, we inserted a nasogastric tube into Zhao for gastrointestinal decompression.Because Zhao was in a coma and couldn't cooperate with swallowing movements, the intubation process was not smooth, and it took three consecutive attempts to succeed.The aspirated gastric juice was cloudy and red. We used methyl adrenaline plus ice saline for gastric lavage, hoping to control the gastric bleeding.

Antiepileptic drugs should be given to Zhao to prevent the recurrence of convulsions.But now that Zhao’s life is like a gossamer, anti-epileptic drugs may inhibit the life center, we dare not do this, and as a result, on the third night, I accompanied Zhao to the gate of hell again.I can't imagine doing it again, what will happen?I don't know how much vitality Zhao still has to consume?I'm exhausted, tell me Zhao, what should I do?what else can I do?

There was a moment, no, more and more moments, and then almost every moment, when I wanted to back off, I couldn't take it, I didn't want to do it.No, don't torture Zhao anymore, don't add to his pain, just let him go quietly!

Now, all our efforts are just delaying time, delaying the arrival of the moment of final and complete failure, and there is no possibility of victory at all.

My arm was resting on the edge of the bed, next to Zhao's arm, I held his hand and looked at the red tube connecting the two bodies.Is this trickling red trickle really the source of life?If yes, I would like to give it all to you.Isn't this scene what I longed for four days ago?But I no longer have the sweetness and happiness of four days ago, I only feel sad and lonely.

Is this the result? Zhao, this is the inevitable ending.This is fate, powerful, irresistible fate.The protection of the Lord, my persistence, your persistence, and the efforts of all of us can't match fate.Are you really leaving?I can't hold you anymore?Have we never had another chance?

Don't blame me, Zhao.I know you won't blame me.I worked hard and persisted, but I was at my wits end.I swore that I would cure you and send you home, so it looks like I'm going to break my promise.

It hurts when I think about it, all my efforts only prolong your life for a few days, and at the same time caused more damage to you.Sometimes, I really think, Zhao, if I knew this earlier, why bother?I can let you go quietly without any more pain, but I...

You don't think I'm too selfish, Zhao.I admit that I have had selfish thoughts, but I will never let you suffer these pains and tortures just for selfish reasons.What should I do if you really leave?You will be lonely there, and so am I here.That's my selfish thought.I don't know if there are any relatives of yours there, I am among my own people, but I still feel lonely, lonely.Don't blame me, Zhao.I know you won't blame me.

Tell me, what else can I do for you?Is it to help you relieve the pain, or to help you extend your life, even if it is only for a moment.Don't go... Zhao... Don't leave me...

"Marty!"

It was Ernst, who came back so fast, the transfusion was only half done.

"I'm sorry," I said, followed by a wry smile.I don't know what else to do other than smile bitterly.Now, except to discuss the condition, I can hardly say anything superfluous.I looked at Ernst and told him with unmistakable eyes: Don't stop me!

Ernst still knew me.He stared at me for a while and said, "Maybe you're right. We shouldn't give up. There's still hope."

I still smiled wryly, with a little doubt.What happened to Ernst?If there is a miracle, he should be very excited, he is just comforting me.

"Marty, listen, I just received a letter from my tutor at the University of Berlin," Ernst sure enough had a letter in his hand. "He told me that he had already made an agreement with Professor Hans Borena of the University of Munich. I can ask Professor Borena to review the doctoral thesis and listen to the professor's opinion."

Professor Hans Borenner, one of the most famous medical experts in Germany.My eyes lit up too.

"Yes, with his help, maybe Zhao's condition will turn around."

"Have you contacted him yet? Are you sure he will help us?" I don't know this famous doctor, and I don't know his attitude towards the SS.As far as I know, most intellectuals dislike the SS and generally keep them at arm's length.

"No, I didn't get in touch with the professor himself, but I did get in touch with his assistant."

"Assistant?" Ernst looked a little mysterious, I don't understand.

"Of course I didn't tell him about Zhao. I couldn't explain it clearly on the phone. I just told him about the thesis, but I'm sure he will help us."

"why?"

"You see here is the name and address he gave me."

I took the letter from Ernst, who wrote his name and address on the envelope. "Qiu? The name of the professor's assistant is Qiu? What's the name? Where is he from?"

"Chinese!"

"What?" Unbelievable.

"That's why I said, Doctor Qiu will definitely help us."

We stared at each other for a while, and I saw an uncontrollable gleam in Ernst's eyes.

I nod. "Okay! I'll go right away."

"can you?"

"no problem!"