Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

Many years later, when Qiao Jiawen recalled this day, he would feel terrified.

He brushed his hands again, disinfected them, changed into the surgical gown, and entered the operating room. The ear-piercing beeps filled his ears and he couldn't breathe for a while, but when he looked through the busy crowd, Cheng Yue, who was lying on the operating table, His body was thin and thin, perhaps it could be described as skinny, and he was almost lifeless. The blood stained under the operating table had gathered into a small pool, and the smell of blood was strong and desperate.

Feng Zhichu was standing among the group of people, holding the electrified defibrillator in both hands, the current increased again and again, Cheng Yue was sucked up again and again on the operating table, and he was like a puppet with a broken string It fell heavily on the cold operating table.

"Bang bang bang" the heavy sound of falling back penetrated his eardrum.

I don't know where the bravery came from, Qiao Jiawen ran across the operating table in a few steps, snatched the defibrillator from Feng Zhichu's hand, and fought like crazy.

It's really fighting, fighting for life with the sky!

"Boss, please, don't die."

"I beg you to persevere."

"Boss, you can't give up, please think about Xiao Hao, think about Cheng Han, think about your father, please, think about them, and think about the hospital you have been guarding, don't give up!"

"Boss, Xiao Hao is just outside the operating room. I don't know what happened to you, but I really, if you can't hold on, he will follow you later!"

"I know, you are reluctant. You are more reluctant than anyone else to let Xiao Hao be alone. You care about him more than anyone else. What should you do if you leave him?"

"Boss, please, please! Keep going. If you give up, I will go out and tell Cheng Han and your father all the things that happened back then. I will make them feel guilty for the rest of their lives, and I will let them live for the rest of their lives." In self-blame, I will really do what I say!"

Qiao Jiawen didn't know how many times he performed CPR with the defibrillator in hand. Tears slid down his cheeks into the light blue mask and quickly smeared. The cool tears soaked his cheeks, but he couldn't care less , just instinctively talking about those people that Cheng Yue cared about the most, those past that he couldn't let go of.

"Didi... Didi..."

"The dean has a heartbeat."

The weeping voices of the nurses who were performing the test, coupled with the faint ticking of the heartbeat on the instrument, were especially pleasant in the quiet operating room. The doctors and nurses at the scene quietly turned their heads to wipe away their tears. Feng Zhichu finally forced himself to calm down with red eyes, and walked to He took the defibrillator from Qiao Jiawen's hand at the operating table and cleared his throat.

"All the medical staff are in their positions, and the operation will begin next."

Qiao Jiawen still stood beside him, staring intently at the faint undulations under Yi Yue's thin chest, his eyes blurred with tears.

"Boss, thank you, persevere."

"Jiawen, you come to perform a gastrectomy, remove the part with a large ulcer that may deteriorate, and repair the rest. I will open the chest!"

"Open the chest?"

"He needed cardiovascular repair and had a pneumothorax during the procedure."

"Heart? What's going on?"

"It's ischemic cardiomyopathy, and he has frequent symptoms of angina pectoris. I was planning to perform surgery on him after the examination."

Qiao Jiawen stared at Cheng Yue's dying state and pondered for a while.

"Such a major operation, can the boss bear it?"

"Since he is willing to live, I believe him."

Feng Zhichu's subordinates have resumed their orderly preparations, but underneath his calm and composed expression is an uneasy heart. In fact, he is not sure at all. The more he survives the operation, will he be able to cope with his deteriorating heart? to the same as usual.

However, what he knew was that he had to do that in order for Cheng Yue to survive.

Later, Feng Zhichu finally believed in the saying that has been circulated in the medical field that doctors and patients should not have any feelings other than kindness, family affection, friendship, love, any kind of it is not allowed, because it will make the doctor The hand holding the scalpel trembled.

He thought that Qiao Jiawen must have had the same feelings that day. The scalpel in his hand was heavier and unstable than usual every time. If he was a little careless, there would be endless regret and remorse over there.

The operation on that day lasted for a full 8 hours, and the closing of the chest and abdomen was done by two people in person. That dangerous operation was mixed with too many personal emotions. Fortunately, it was a surprise and beautiful finishing work. After the end, the two of them leaned against the wall with no strength, held up their trembling hands and laughed and shed tears.

When Xiao Hao fell to the ground, he was still holding two critical illness notices in his hands, and the third one came one after another. The five big black characters dazzled his brows and eyes, never was it as unreal as it is now It's frightening.

The mind is full of such unbearable scenes.

His Ayue's life and death are uncertain in the operating room, and his life is hanging by a thread.

His Ayue was dying in the operating room, determined to die,

What kind of despair must he have experienced to not want to persevere?

He was even disappointed at his indifference and indifference just a moment ago, and he was still complaining that he didn't know how to cherish, and didn't know how to give people a step down.

What a jerk he was!

During these days with him, I didn't even think about going to find out what he went through before!

There are a lot of technical terms on the critical illness notice that he doesn't understand what they mean, but he still understands the danger of those words that expand the heart.

In just a few months, his heart had already developed cardiac dilation.

For the first time, Xiao Hao squatted at the door of the operating room and felt a sense of fear if he lost it. The critical illness notice in his hand was gradually clenched into creases, and the sound of paper rubbing was extremely loud in the quiet corridor. He could even faintly hear Death's ferocious laughter approaching step by step.

Xiao Hao stood up suddenly and stretched out his arms to block the door of the operating room, his scarlet eyes were filled with despair, and tears were wiped all over his face.

"Please, don't take Ah Yue away!"

"Don't take him away, I am willing to exchange half of my life for his rebirth!"

"Did you hear me, don't take my Ayue away! I don't allow it!"

Xiao Hao's behavior, which seemed to have completely lost his mind, moved Xiao Pei who came later. His brother who was once romantic, and his brother who was once sensual, at this moment, seemed to be a person who was so desperate that he could only ask the gods for help. , standing in the middle of the door of the operating room, shouting hysterically, wanting to keep the person he cares about.

For no reason, Xiao Pei felt his nose sore, and his eye sockets became hot instantly. He quickly walked a few steps over and pulled Xiao Hao aside, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

"Brother, everything will be fine, Cheng Yue will be fine, for sure."

"Xiao Pei, you pray for me, tell God, no matter what you want me to do, whether it makes me poor or sick, as long as he returns Ayue to me, I will bear everything, please. You, hurry up and help me, hurry up!"

Xiao Hao's snot-nosed and tears-like gaffe made Xiao Pei's heart sink, and the door of the operating room was closed tightly. After a while, a little nurse ran out to adjust the blood plasma, with a hurried expression, unable to speak in a hurry.

Until the red and blood-oozing light at the door of the operating room suddenly extinguished, Xiao Hao had already crawled to the door by the time Xiao Pei realized it. Qiao Jiawen and Feng Zhichu walked out one after the other with tired and serious faces. Before taking off the mask on his face, Xiao Hao dragged his arms from left to right.

"A Yue... How is A Yue?"

"What's his condition, what's the result of the operation? Why hasn't he come out yet?"

Seeing this, Xiao Pei stepped forward to pull Xiao Hao over, and looked apologetically at the unfriendly gazes of the two of them. Feng Zhichu knew that Qiao Jiawen's friendship with Cheng Yue had been with Cheng Yue for so many years, and it was impossible to treat him in such a short time. Xiao Hao's indifference made him feel relieved, not to mention that he was exhausted from dealing with several dangerous bleedings during the operation just now, so he could only step forward to answer.

"The gastric ulcer is too deep and has a tendency to become diseased. Two-thirds of it was removed. During the operation, there was massive bleeding/bleeding in the abdominal cavity. The blood supply to the heart was insufficient, and the load was too severe. I had an emergency operation, but , the next dangerous period is the most difficult, or the best and worst plan..."

"Worst plan? Do you know what you are talking about? What is a lesion, what is a hemorrhage in the abdominal cavity? What is an insufficient blood supply to the heart? Tell me clearly!"

Xiao Hao forced himself to calm down, but he couldn't do anything. After removing two-thirds of his stomach, his A Yue must have hurt so much. Why did he have to go through such ordeals?

"Xiao Hao, calm down!"

Xiao Pei stepped forward to pull Xiao Hao who was basically out of his mind, but unexpectedly, Qiao Jiawen quickly grabbed Xiao Hao's collar, his eyes full of red bloodshot eyes looked a bit ferocious because of the angry eyes.

"Xiao Hao, do you still have the face to ask? Why do you ask? How can you have the heart to let him transplant bone marrow to Cheng Han alone? How can you have the heart to let him face the loneliness after the operation alone? How can you have the heart? Let him be bullied by his father and younger brother like this? You keep saying that you love him, but where were you when he was enduring all this? Where are you /mother? "

In front of Qiao Jiawen's eyes was Cheng Yue, who was covered with bruises on the operating table just now. When he was doing the final treatment, he found two circular scars on the lower iliac crest. The clear scars were still tender and tender. But it was so dazzling and dizzy in his eyes.

I finally thought of Cheng Han's illness, and finally understood why he had nothing to do a week before he went to the United States. The organizer smiled and said that he was really active. He didn't care much, thinking that the hospital had to give the doctors enough time to fight jet lag. And to study in the best state, he even lamented how thoughtful foreign humanism is in his heart, until now, he found that everything was nothing but Cheng Yue's deliberate actions.

He finally figured out why Cheng Yue's physical condition was obviously worse when he came back this time. He originally thought it was because the hospital was too busy. The reason for the problem, but he alone forgot that Cheng Yue was always willing to sacrifice his life for his father and younger brother.

Even though he was used to seeing too many scenes of life and death, even though he was used to being numb to the patients on the operating table, seeing Cheng Yue's skinny body wrapped in thick gauze and dying, Qiao Jiawen was the first in his life. Once again, the feeling of injustice in heaven was born.

Why are good people not rewarded?

Why is it that a person with a pure nature is cast aside and despised by the world just for doing something that ordinary people have no way to agree with?Abandoned and disgusted by loved ones?

Why does all the suffering have to be on one person to reflect its invincibility, ferocity and terror?

"What did you say? What is a bone marrow transplant?"

"Xiao Hao, why haven't you ever wondered where Cheng Yue's heart disease came from? I told you the news that day because I wanted you to follow these investigations and see what Cheng Yue went through during this period of time. What, but, why don't you go? Even leave at such a time and let him go to see Cheng Han?"

Feng Zhichu calmly pulled Qiao Jiawen, and finally pulled the person who was holding Xiao Hao's collar aside, but he didn't understand at all that Xiao Hao cared about whether Cheng Yue's place was as he said. As meticulous care, considerate.

"You mean that Ah Yue donated bone marrow to Cheng Han, and then got a heart attack?"

"More than that, he also abused painkillers. Do you know which painkillers are used? Basically, they are special drugs given to critically ill patients by the hospital. The effectiveness of anesthetics expires early during the operation. You understand what that means. Is it? The stitches were done when the anesthetic failed, and there were a total of 47 stitches for the abdominal and chest wounds!"

Qiao Jiawen finally couldn't control himself, raised his hand, pulled off the surgical cap and ran out. He couldn't remember what the medicine bottle he opened tremblingly in his hand while supporting Cheng Yuehui's office, until the anesthesiologist said He woke up suddenly when the anesthetic failed and he suspected that Cheng Yue had abused powerful painkillers.

It was a drug only given to critically ill patients, and he actually swallowed five or six pills in one gulp. . .

He knew he had a heart attack;

He clearly knew that the damage to his gastric mucosa was irreversible;

He knew that medication would accelerate the deterioration of the condition. . .

Qiao Jiawen discovered it belatedly.

He didn't want to live anymore. . .

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