When the Doctor Uses A Hack
Chapter 1148 - 1152: What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?

What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?

"Bean juice..." The old man said, smiling, though his speech was muddled.

Because of his stroke, his speech wasn't clear, but now it was at least better than before, and you could faintly make out what he was saying.

"Then you'll need to listen to the doctor later, okay? You're going to have thrombolysis, so you mustn't move around."

"Mhm, where are you going?"

"I'll stand by your side."

"Why don't you sit down for a while? It's going to take a long time."

"Alright."

The two of them spoke slowly, taking turns with their inconsequential chatter, without asking how serious or dangerous it was.

The old man was concerned that the old lady would get tired from standing.

The old lady was worried that the old man wouldn't stay put.

With just these simple exchanges, somehow, they rendered Xu Ziming and Zhao Danyan somewhat silent on the sidelines.

The old lady, in her eighties, sat by the bed, holding the old man's hand.

Feeling the warmth from his partner, the old man also felt much more at ease.

Thrombolytic therapy takes a long time to drip, and it's rather tedious.

But today, the emergency room, rather than its usual tension and anxiety, seemed quite warm!

The two elderly people held hands; the old man dozed off a few times, waking up again after less than twenty minutes.

After waking up, the old lady would give him some water and then he'd lie back down.

The old lady wasn't bothered by the fatigue.

On the other side, Xu Ziming sat silently, and Zhao Danyan also sat quietly.

They occasionally exchanged glances, but quickly looked away.

Not talking to each other.

Instead, Chen Cang stood there, somewhat at a loss, appearing a bit awkward.

But soon, it became busy outside, and Chen Cang had to leave to attend to incoming patients.

After finishing up, it was around two in the morning.

Finally, Chen Cang could breathe a sigh of relief.

Standing at the entrance to the emergency room, he hesitated whether to go in or not.

After entering, the thrombolysis had finished, and the medication for nourishing his nerves had also been administered.

The old man couldn't sleep anymore.

The night was silent, even in the ER, it was now quiet.

At this moment, the old man's symptoms had significantly eased.

In fact, if a stroke patient receives prompt treatment, the success rate of thrombolysis is very high.

Thrombolysis is about breaking up the clots that block the small blood vessels and returning them to the bloodstream.

Thrombolytic agents, like urokinase, essentially dissolve the clots.

And the medications that nourish the nerves primarily aim to help the nerves, withered from ischemia and anoxia, recover as much as possible.

Generally, these nerve-nourishing drugs are quite expensive, but their effectiveness is truly remarkable.

The old man's condition was recovering nicely; now he could almost speak normally, and he didn't seem as listless as he was at the beginning.

In this quiet night, the old man couldn't help saying, "Am I a burden? Having had another stroke, I'm getting worse every day."

The old lady glared jokingly and cheerfully responded, "Right? I feel like you're not good enough for me now!"

"When we got married, didn't you despise me? Now you can't despise me anymore, right?"

"You see how good-looking I am now, look at how old you have become!"

Far from getting angry, the old man actually burst out laughing, "This clothes I bought for you."

The old lady said happily, "You stingy thing, not letting me go dance in the square."

The old man scowled, "It's about principles."

Unable to hold back, the old lady laughed, her wrinkles smoothing out as she suddenly said, "Alright, alright, how about I sing you a song? Your favorite 'The Hawthorn Tree', okay?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's expression also softened.

At that moment, Chen Cang suddenly heard the old lady start to hum softly a familiar song.

"White flowers bloom on the tree

The singing lightly ripples

On the surface of the water at dusk

The factory in the twilight is starting to gleam..."

It's a song with a sense of the times, "The Hawthorn Tree," also a part of the memories of people from the fifties and sixties.

The fifties and sixties, perhaps that was their youth, and maybe "The Hawthorn Tree" is a piece of youth etched in the memories of that generation...

Just as Jay Chou and Sam Hui... hold positions in the hearts of people born after the nineties.

Although the old lady is in her eighties, she has a good voice, and her soft humming strangely filled the resuscitation room with an unusual atmosphere.

Her voice was not loud, and even very soft, perhaps only meant for the old man to hear.

If not for the quiet night, it wouldn't reach anyone else.

After a while, the old man, listening, actually fell asleep.

The old lady couldn't help but laugh.

And Zhao Danyan and Xu Ziming were also deeply affected by this night.

Xu Ziming took the initiative and said, "Are you... tired? Should I go buy you a cup of coffee?"

Zhao Danyan gave him an eye roll, "I don't drink it!"

Xu Ziming, hearing Zhao Danyan speak, even if in a blaming tone, couldn't help but smile.

This meant that things had eased up a lot.

After the old man fell asleep, Zhao Danyan checked the situation and said, "Let's move the old man to the intensive care unit. It's not appropriate here in the emergency room anymore, it's not necessary now."

The old lady nodded her head and agreed.

They all helped move the old man to the ICU.

The old lady took out a handkerchief from her pocket and tied it around the old man's hand, without saying a word.

Handkerchiefs are no longer used by people of this era, but the old lady still carried one with her.

Busy until now, Chen Cang couldn't help but say, "Auntie, why don't you go rest in the next ward?"

The old lady said with a smile, "It's alright, I'm not sleepy anymore. Actually, when you're old you don't need to sleep much."

Zhao Danyan suddenly said enviously, "You two are really loving, it's so enviable!"

The old lady shook her head, "What's there to envy!"

"It's just a lifetime of bickering. Before marriage, both people are like two eggs with shells placed together, each looking round and smooth to the other, all a pretense."

"After getting married, you can't keep up the pretense, it's like two eggs cracked into a bowl, each looking like a mess to the other!"

With that one statement, Chen Cang, Xu Ziming, Zhao Danyan, and a few nurses all burst into laughter.

Because it was quite an apt metaphor.

The old lady continued, "In fact, that's when life really begins, constantly melding two into one, turning the lives of two people into the life of a family. After walking together for decades, how could you still see each other clearly?"

Suddenly, the old lady, looking at Zhao Danyan and Xu Ziming, smiled and said, "You two are a married couple, right?"

Her words surprised everyone around her: "How did you know?"

The old lady couldn't help but laugh, "It's just short of being written on your faces."

After hearing this, Chen Cang and the young nurse could not help but admire the old lady's keen insight.

The old lady smiled and said, "When you get older, you see more of the world. If there are any misunderstandings, don't give each other the silent treatment. Just talk it out, it's really just that simple!"