Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

Near noon, Peng Xinke suddenly came.She was carrying two thermos buckets, and when she saw Song Nuan, she shouted, "What's the matter, why are you in the intensive care unit."

Song Nuan sat on a chair in the corridor, and only raised her head when Peng Xinke walked in front of her, "You came so fast?"

Peng Xinke sat down beside Song Nuan, "Are you stupid?"

Song Nuan's reaction was indeed a bit slow. After reading dozens of references, her brain hurt more and more, "Oh, didn't I ask you to come this afternoon?"

Peng Xinke put down the thermos and opened one of them, "Drink first."

Song Nuan opened two thermos buckets, one was pork rib soup and the other was rice oil made from millet. She sent the millet oil to the nurse's station, came back and sat down, hugged the bucket and started drinking pork rib soup.

"What's wrong with you?" Peng Xinke looked at Song Nuan like a monster, "What's wrong with you? You're crazy hungry."

Song Nuan drank the soup with her head sullen, without raising her eyes, and said after a while, "He might die."

"What? Hit the brain?" Peng Xinke was shocked, and grabbed Song Nuan's shoulder.

Song Nuan drank all the soup, wiped off the grease stains on her lips, turned her head to look at Peng Xinke, her eyes were full of helplessness, "It may hurt the medulla oblongata, if it affects breathing and heartbeat, it will be impossible to save it."

Peng Xinke gasped, "Then you, have you notified your parents-in-law?"

Song Nuan looked quite calm, she nodded, "I guess we'll be on the plane by now, and Zhu Yan is here too." Holding the bucket in her arms, she took out her phone from her pocket and began to scan.

"Hey, are you scared and stupid, and you are still swiping your phone at this time?"

"I'm waiting for the test results." Song Nuan connected her mobile phone to the medical card when she arrived at the hospital. If the MRI results came out, it would be synced to WeChat immediately.

"Oh." Peng Xinke didn't expect Zhu Yilong to be so seriously ill. She didn't know medicine and couldn't give any advice, so she sat next to Song Nuan to accompany her, worrying blindly.

Song Nuan muttered to herself, swiping her phone, "I don't ask too much, as long as he is still alive, Zhu Yan is too young."

"Honey, don't worry." Peng Xinke was in a mess, and she didn't know what she was talking about. She was very worried about Song Nuan. After getting married, it's fine to spend less time together and leave more. How could such a terrible thing happen? Based on what she knew about Song Nuan, if Zhu Yilong had something good or bad, her whole being would be ruined.

"It's done!"

"What's the matter, tell me quickly."

Song Nuan first smiled at Peng Xinke, then tremblingly opened WeChat, she carefully studied the video on the phone for 10 minutes, and then began to cry, one after another big teardrops, all fell into the thermos bucket .

"God, you're really good at picking it up." Peng Xinke wanted to hug the thermos over, but felt that it would be good to keep the tears away, "It's all right after all, don't cry."

Song Nuan pulled Peng Xinke over, hugged her and cried loudly, "Woooo..."

Every day outside the ICU, family members cry bitterly. Everyone has long been accustomed to it, but no one came to stop Song Nuan.

Peng Xinke hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe Song Nuan's tears. She felt distressed. Although Song Nuan was emotional, she had never cried like this in front of her. "Don't cry, Nuan, don't cry."

After Peng Xinke used up both packs of tissues, Song Nuan finally stopped crying, sobbing, she said, "Sister, his brain and spinal cord are fine."

"That would be great." Peng Xinke breathed a sigh of relief first, and she patted Song Nuan, "Then you still cry."

Song Nuan's tears were still falling, "I'm scared, I'm really scared. Me." She couldn't continue speaking.

"Okay, don't cry, I'll take time off this afternoon to stay here with you." Peng Xinke felt that Song Nuan was unstable, and she was afraid that another accident would happen to her.

Song Nuan wiped away her tears by herself, "It's okay. You can cook for me when you get home. He is now having a feeding tube inserted. If there are particles that settle, it will block the tube. You should make soup. It should be nutritious, but light. , easy to absorb. I also need some vegetable paste, can the fruit be smashed?"

Peng Xinke couldn't laugh or cry, Song Nuan still tortured her like this, "Okay, Zuzu, I will prepare four dishes, one soup, and dessert for you in the evening. I'll break it into pieces for you."

After Peng Xinke left, Song Nuan couldn't help crying again for a long time, she still didn't dare to take it lightly, obviously the imaging studies were fine, why didn't Zhu Yilong wake up, it was really because the anesthetic hadn't been withdrawn yet?

"Are you Zhu Yilong's family?" A nurse came out of the intensive care unit and asked in front of Song Nuan.

Song Nuan quickly stood up, "I am, what happened to him?"

The little nurse's face was red, she lowered her voice and said, "He's awake and wants to see you, so you go in secretly."

"Wake up?" Song Nuan almost cried again, "Thank you, thank you!"

Zhu Yilong was lying on the hospital bed with a nasal feeding tube, an oxygen inhalation tube, and a urinary catheter. His forehead was torn, his lips were chapped, and he was not in good spirits, but his eyes were still bright. When he saw Song Nuan coming in, he deeply Sighing, "I made you worry." His voice was hoarse and weak.

Song Nuan walked over and held Zhu Yilong's hand that hadn't been injected, "Don't talk." She was so emotional that she wanted to cry on him, but in the end she only said these three words.

Zhu Yilong hadn't seen Song Nuan for a month, and he didn't expect to see each other in the intensive care unit. Song Nuan's eyes were red, obviously from crying, and his complexion was not good, probably because he was worried. He held back the pain and worked hard. Smiling, "I'm fine."

Zhu Yilong smiled, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved, which immediately aroused the throbbing in Song Nuan's chest. Whenever he smiled, she could forget all the pain and remember the original heart of loving him.As long as he smiles, she can be resurrected with full blood.Song Nuan stared at Zhu Yilong for a long time, and slowly settled down. She was able to recognize herself, and she was not completely out of her mind when answering the answer questions. She pinched Zhu Yilong's thumb, "Which hand did I pinch? "

Zhu Yilong was stunned for a moment, and tentatively said, "The right hand?"

Song Nuan also laughed, and she asked again: "Which finger is it on the right hand?"

"Thumbs."

Song Nuan lifted the quilt again, checked his movements and sensations from top to bottom, and finally found a cotton swab to draw a pathological sign on the sole of Zhu Yilong's feet.

"Itchy." Zhu Yilong shrank his foot and accidentally touched the wound, "Hiss."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Song Nuan hurriedly put away the cotton swab, and helped Zhu Yilong cover the quilt again. Babinski's sign was also negative, and tendon reflexes were normal, so he probably won't die.

Seeing Song Nuan in a daze, Zhu Yilong stretched out his hand to touch her, "Nuan, are you frightened?" His subtext was actually that you were scared out of your wits, you wouldn't do a physical examination first after seeing your husband who escaped death.

Song Nuan didn't react to Zhu Yilong's sarcasm, she sat on the bed, gradually regained her senses, hugged Zhu Yilong's hand and sighed softly, "You really scared me, you can't do this in the future."

"Why am I in the intensive care unit? I'm seriously injured?" Zhu Yilong only remembers falling off his horse, suffering severe chest pains, and struggling to breathe. It must have been a broken rib, but somehow he was sent to the intensive care unit.

"You're in a coma, we all thought you've broken your brain, but do you know that you've had surgery?" Song Nuan saw that Zhu Yilong spoke clearly and sharply, and it definitely didn't look like he had a brain injury.

Zhu Yilong frowned, "I probably know that they sent me to the hospital and then here again. It was a mess. Someone gave me an injection and I fell asleep."

"Did someone call you? Call you Zhu Yilong."

Zhu Yilong nodded, "Yes, I can hear it, I want to agree, but I can't, I'm too sleepy."

Song Nuan lowered her head, buried her face in Zhu Yilong's hands, and said nothing, Zhu Yilong wasn't in a coma, he fell asleep because he was too tired and sleepy, she couldn't express her sadness and sadness.This man lived in her heart, every little injury made her heartbroken, and her strength and fragility were all because of him.

"Nuan?" Zhu Yilong noticed that Song Nuan was abnormal, "Don't be afraid."

Song Nuan collected her mood, slowly raised her head and smiled at Zhu Yilong, "Does it hurt?"

Zhu Yilong didn't hide anything, "It hurts."

"It will be fine." Song Nuan took a cotton swab, dipped it in water, and helped Zhu Yilong moisten his lips, "I'll get you painkillers later."

"I only want you."

"When you leave the intensive care unit, I will accompany you every day."

"Okay. Mom and Dad?"

Song Nuan understood what Zhu Yilong meant, she paused, "Just now the doctor issued a critical illness notice, so I called my parents, they should be on the plane now, I will pick them up at the airport later, there is no need for these things Worry."

Zhu Yilong's anesthetic didn't completely wear off, and he gradually lost energy. Song Nuan didn't want him to work hard, so he left the intensive care unit after saying a few words.She first went to get the MRI film, handed it over to Director Li, and invited a neurologist to consult and conduct a comprehensive physical examination on Zhu Yilong. The conclusion was similar to Song Nuan's guess, but because the condition was unstable, it was recommended to stay in the intensive care unit. After two days of observation and then transferred to the general ward, Song Nuan finally had the real sense that Zhu Yilong would not die. She fully cooperated with the doctor's order and went to pay some hospitalization fees. Seeing that the time was almost up, she went to the airport to pick up Shen Nian and the others.

Zhu Yilong stayed in the intensive care unit for four full days. His condition was stable and he had no serious complications. He could do rehabilitation exercises on the second day after the operation. One day, a professional took care of him to get out of bed to exercise his breathing function.On the fourth day, the critical period was basically over, and Zhu Yilong was transferred back to the general ward. For the convenience of taking care of him, Song Nuan deliberately transferred him to the special needs ward.

During this period, Li Chan and the crew visited several times. Shen Nian and the others stayed in the hospital for a week. Seeing that Zhu Yilong recovered quickly and did not need their company, he went back to Beijing with Zhu's father, leaving Song Nuan to take care of him. son.

After Song Nuan sent Shen Nian to the airport, she opened the window to breathe when she came back, and saw Zhu Yilong lying on the hospital bed in a daze, "Are you tired, do you want to sit for a while?"

Zhu Yilong nodded, "Dad, are they boarding the plane?"

"Well, don't worry." Song Nuan first shook the head of the bed, found a few pillows for Zhu Yilong to lean on, put the newly bought roses in a bottle, poured a glass of warm water to Zhu Yilong, and took out the medicine Put the medicine in the box into his palm, "Take the medicine."

After Zhu Yilong took the medicine, he took Song Nuan's hand, "Sit down and rest, why did you buy flowers again?"

"A good environment helps your body and mind to recover." Song Nuan loves exquisite life and has no resistance to all kinds of flowers. Sometimes when she is unhappy, Zhu Yilong buys a bunch of flowers and goes home, and she can immediately forget her troubles, " Does it hurt badly?"

"It's fine if you don't cough."

Song Nuan snorted, "It's right, let's see if you dare to eat spicy food in the future." Zhu Yilong received fluids every day, and his mouth was bitter. Crying out, her face flushed from holding back.