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In the afternoon, Zhao's body temperature rose, and in the evening, it was already 39.2°C.The gastric juice and peritoneal drainage fluid sucked out by gastrointestinal decompression are still normal, the bleeding has basically disappeared, and the wound has no signs of infection. During auscultation, the rales in the lungs increased. The infection should come from the lungs, because I caught a cold last night.Qiu came over to check whenever he was free, revised the doctor's order in time, and added anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medicines.

Because of the high fever, Zhao's spirit became very poor, and he was groggy all afternoon, but the pain of the wound prevented him from falling asleep, and the coughing from time to time made the pain worse.I had to keep him half-lying all the time, so that his breathing could be smoother, but his rest was compromised.

Every time Zhao Yi coughed, I quickly helped him hold the wound, and told him in a low voice, "Hold it! Zhao, try to cough up the phlegm, and don't swallow it. If the phlegm enters the stomach, the wound will become infected." of."

Zhao nodded slightly, looked at me with bloodshot eyes, as if saying: "I know, don't worry." Before he could smile, the cough hit like a flood, and the spasm of the trachea made him unable to breathe , the originally pale face was flushed red, tears were also suppressed in the eyes, and the veins on the forehead stood out.Regardless of the pain in his wound, I quickly helped him up, let him lean on my chest, and patted his back.After a long time, Zhaocai regained his breath, and his breathing gradually became steady.I carefully helped him lie down.Zhao bit his lips tightly, closed his eyes, and frowned tightly. I can imagine the pain he would have to endure at the moment of getting up and lying down, even with my help.If I hadn't been in a hurry, I would never have done it.His hands gripped the mattress tightly, and because of too much force, the dark red venous blood on his arm was forced to flow back out and into the infusion thong.I helped him tidy up the tubes on his body, and lifted a corner of the quilt. As expected, the bandage on his upper abdomen reflected red.The wound was bleeding again.

I called a nurse to change Zhao's dressing, which was another torture.

By the time everything was done, Zhao was exhausted and couldn't even open his eyelids.I helped him wipe off the sweat from his forehead and neck, put the towel under the quilt, and tried to dry his body as much as possible, otherwise it would be even more troublesome if he caught a cold again.

Zhao fell asleep, only for a while, only half an hour, and the cough hit again...

After tossing and tossing like this several times, Zhao completely collapsed and fell into a semi-consciousness, coughing but relentless, each time becoming more violent.But no amount of coughing could make him fully awake.

I knew that if I couldn't help him up, it would be of no use, and it would make him suffer even more.I helped him turn on his side, tried my best to protect his wound, patted his back, massaged his chest, and hoped that he would feel better.

Zhao curled up, with his head hanging weakly by the pillow, unconsciously opening his mouth wide, breathing hard, but the air was only half sucked in before being blocked by the spasm of the trachea.The body jumped involuntarily on the bed with a cough.That voice, coming from deep in the chest cavity, was muddy and low, as if trying to cough out all the turbidity in the chest and spit it out.But all this was in vain, Zhao's every effort was useless, just as he couldn't suck the air into his lungs, he couldn't cough up the phlegm in his trachea either.

"No! This can't be done!" After this torture passed, I finally made up my mind again. "Morphine has to be used!" I said to Joe, telling myself, because it was a difficult decision.

Morphine has the effects of relieving pain, antitussive, stabilizing mood, contracting muscles, and stopping bleeding, but at the same time, it also has a dangerous reaction of inhibiting breathing and is easy to be addicted to.I'm not afraid of suppressing breathing, I will stay by his side all the time, as long as the dosage is controlled, there will be no danger, and Zhao is now quite tolerant to morphine.Yes, tolerance, this is the most dangerous.But now I can't control those anymore. I must first resolve the main conflict and let Zhao rest. He can't bear this kind of torture.

After taking morphine, the coughing became much less, and once in a while, it was not so severe. The sputum can be sucked out manually, and Zhao can have a good rest and recover his strength.

For three whole days and three nights, I stayed by Zhao's bedside, never leaving for a moment, not daring to blink my eyelids.I was more scared than ever, more worried.Because we have experienced so much together, we have overcome every difficulty, and seeing Zhao will be free, I can't let him make a mistake at this time, I have to persevere. "I will keep my promise, Zhao, and I will send you back to China. My Lord, please bless me, bless Zhao." I repeated silently in my heart.