father - home

Back in the ward, Ernst and Ellen were both there.Although they expressed doubts about the traditional Chinese medicine I brought back, since Professor Hans Borenner had no choice, they also agreed to give it a try.

According to Qiu's instructions, I peeled off the wax seal of a pill, and a golden light flashed, and the three of them were stunned immediately.

"My God! It's made of gold." Ernst exclaimed softly.

Ellen picked up the pill and shook her head. "Impossible, the weight is wrong."

I was also a little surprised. Qiu told me about the ingredients of some pills, such as bezoar, rhinoceros horn, coptis, cinnabar, musk, etc., but did not mention gold.Anyway, it was only then that I realized how precious and extraordinary this "Angong Niuhuang Pill" is.

I cut the pill from the middle, and sure enough, as Ellen guessed, the dark brown pill was wrapped with a layer of gold leaf.Here comes the question again, should this layer of gold leaf be peeled off, or taken together?

"Strip it off?" Ernst exclaimed, "That's too extravagant, isn't the Chinese so rich? Use gold as the packaging?"

I recalled Qiu's original words again: Peel off the wax seal, and dissolve the pills with warm water...

"That's right, it should be taken with the gold leaf." I don't know what the gold leaf does, but since Qiu said so, it is correct.

We immediately started to dissolve the pill and the gold leaf outside with warm water, and injected the medicinal solution into Zhao's stomach through a nasogastric tube.After nightfall, Zhao took another pill, along with physical cooling and other treatments already in progress.Sure enough, a miracle happened. Although the body temperature did not return to normal immediately, the convulsion we were most worried about did not happen that night.

In the early morning, I opened the curtains and looked at the morning glow in the distance, full of hope in my heart.

From the third day, blood pressure rose, urine output increased, body temperature dropped, convulsions did not occur again, gastric bleeding was also under control, and the heart, lungs, kidneys and other organs and general conditions all improved significantly.Our hearts finally let go.

On the fourth day, the dosage was halved, and one Angong Niuhuang Pill was divided into two, taking it in the morning and evening.

I still transfused blood to Zhao every day, but because of Ernst's interference, I never transfused the full 400ml.I understand that this is not a matter of being stubborn. It is not appropriate to always transfuse blood from the same person. The quality of the blood will decline, and the recipient may develop antibodies to reject foreign blood.Now that the gastric bleeding has stopped, we decided to stop the blood transfusion and increase the liquid.

We heated the milk to 38°C and slowly injected it into Zhao's stomach through a nasogastric tube, starting with 100ml every two hours.After observing that there was no discomfort, the next day increased to once every two hours, 200ml.Later, broth, eggs, fruit juice, vegetable juice, etc. were added. In short, as long as it is liquid or semi-liquid that can pass through the nasogastric tube.We carefully increased it little by little, but there was no serious gastrointestinal discomfort.

As a result, nursing work has increased a lot.I don't care.The more I do for Zhao, the faster Zhao gets better.But there is one point, when I am nursing Zhao, I will drive Ernst and Ellen out.In fact, I never rushed them, they all left consciously.Just the first few times, Ernst would ask me: Are you sure you don't want my help?Later, Zhao's condition got better and better, and they spent less time in the ward.

The news that Zhao was out of danger and his condition was improving spread quietly and quickly among the prisoners who cared about him in the concentration camp. The "professor" came several times, hoping that I would allow him to bring Martin and the others to visit Zhao, but of course I refused.Zhao hasn't woken up yet, so I don't think this kind of visitation is necessary at all.

As the days passed, my mood changed from morning glow to dark cloud: Why hasn't Zhao woke up yet?

At the most dangerous time, Zhao had two epileptic seizures.Although our treatment was timely, because we were worried about overdose of antiepileptic drugs, the injection was slow, so the convulsion lasted for a while, followed by nearly an hour of rescue, Zhao's brain was severely hypoxic.I have always worried about this kind of brain damage that is difficult to recover. If it is too serious, Zhao may never wake up again.

That day, the camp management office informed a meeting that Ernst and I had to go, so Ellen was asked to come over to take care of Zhao.

The meeting was about the Christmas break, events and increased vigilance.Originally, there was only one day off for Christmas, but this time it happened that Christmas Eve was Sunday, and they could have two days off together, so there were a lot of officers who applied to go out or go home for the holiday.Except for those who are on duty and have security tasks, almost everyone plans to go out to camp for the holiday.Ernst was on duty, but I was fine.I also applied. Captain Piolkovsky, the commander, knew that my home was on the outskirts of Munich, not far from the concentration camp, and my father had been ill, so he immediately approved my application.

On the way back to the hospital, Ernst and I kept silent at first, until we passed the last row of barracks, Ernst asked me: "Have you decided?"

I shook my head and said, "No, just in case. If Zhao still doesn't wake up when the time comes."

"Have you considered the consequences?" Ernst's tone was very gentle. I heard it, and my heart became heavier.

On the steps in front of the hospital, I stopped. "I'm sorry, Ernie. There's nothing I can do."

"Stop talking, I understand." Ernst patted me on the shoulder and entered the hospital.

I stood in the cold wind, looked at Ernst's back, lost my mind for a while, then took a deep breath and followed in.Ernst understood that I could not turn back.

Before I reached the door of the ward, I realized that something was wrong. Voices came from Zhao's ward.Could it be... I excitedly pushed open the wooden door of the ward, and the scene inside was beyond my expectation. There were four people standing around Zhao's bed, including Ellen, and those voices belonged to them, not Zhao.

Ellen saw me and hurriedly called his fellow sufferers to get up and leave.

I stood aside with a sullen face, and when Ellen passed me and wanted to go out, I stopped him: "Ellen!"

Ellen stopped and waved to the fellow sufferers to go first.

"Why do you do that? You know I don't approve of it." I questioned, trying to be as stern as possible.For more than ten days, we have been together day and night, and the relationship between me and Ellen has undergone fundamental changes.It's just that I'm used to it, and I can't fully accept this change.

According to Ernst, Ellen was originally a cautious person, but today, just like every time he encountered Zhao, he acted boldly and argued hard.

"Because it's good for him." Ellen looked at me, her brown eyes widening behind her glasses. "As long as it's nice to him, I'll do it."

"You think this will help him?" Maybe Ellen was right.But he didn't know the real reason why I didn't want my fellow sufferers to visit Zhao.

"Yes, I think Zhao's body is ready now. He needs external stimulation to wake him up from his deep sleep. Just like you, sir, you should often talk to him, call him, maybe when , he will be woken up by you."

"Me?" Facing Ellen's eager gaze, I could only smile awkwardly.Unexpectedly, I originally wanted to stop Ellen from doing this again, but he poked a sore spot.It's not that I don't know, and I have tried more than once, but I just can't speak.I could chat with him all night and all night in my heart, but I couldn't say "Zhao" to that peaceful and handsome face.

"Well, if this is really important to Zhao, you can arrange more these days, and tell the 'professor'." I must leave quickly, I have a feeling of being stripped naked, which makes people feel ashamed.