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Chapter 358 Can't be saved
I spent many days in the hospital.

In the beginning, my parents and wife would visit me in the hospital every day.They'd talk to me about things I don't remember at all.This made me feel somewhat awkward.Later, they began to appear alternately in the ICU.The three of them appeared alternately, and occasionally told me the latest news and stories during the short one-hour visiting time.And then...they started coming every other day.And when he spoke, he obviously felt a little impatient.

I can probably guess that something is wrong with the family's financial situation.

"Live here, the treatment fee is very expensive." The frequency of Dr. Sun's appearance has also decreased recently, and he seems very tired-this doctor seems to have not had much rest in recent days, and his face is full of bruises. Stubble.

"It's definitely not cheap." Dr. Sun sighed, pointing to the screen in front of me, "The equipment just for you to be able to talk is worth 10,000+. Other treatment costs are also very high... on average , your daily expenses are tens of thousands."

I blinked, in disbelief.ICU costs are high, I know that.But I didn't expect the cost to be so high.

Speaking of which... the income of my previous job was actually so high?I lived in the ICU for more than ten days, right?
Although I don’t remember many things, but I want to have a brain surgery, a leg surgery, just the dozen or so MRI examinations that I can remember, plus ten days of treatment in the intensive care unit, how can this be? Can't spend 200 million?
How much money do I have?

It used to be... I'm afraid it doesn't exist now?
Dr. Sun left, and my wife walked in.Her complexion looked very bad, as if she had suffered a lot.

"You, you look, very tired, yes, you look." Ten days of eyeball typing made me speak a lot faster.Compared with the feeling of panting before, although it still sounds full of "mechanical feeling", at least I can listen to it.

"I haven't slept well recently." She smiled at me, but she was still full of reluctance. "How are you today?"

"Same old." I wanted to sigh for emphasis, but couldn't. "You, don't you have no money?"

She looked taken aback, then shook her head in a panic, "Why, don't think about things that don't exist!"

Hmm...it's true that there is no money left.My head was deliberately turned slightly to the left by the nurses, so I could see all of her expressions.In her brief daze, she still had obvious fear and worry.This is obviously the result of my guessing the reason.

Sighing in my heart, I asked, "Do you know that I am in Huaxing, and I have an account?"

His wife's expression suddenly became sharp.

"You, don't be angry with me." It seems that she doesn't know.But it's not surprising that she looks like this. Her husband opened an account behind her back, and there must be a lot of money in it.As long as her mind is still functioning normally, instead of having a bunch of problems like mine, then she will definitely think about it-what am I opening this account for.

"Card, it's in my desk." Instead of trying to explain to her by typing with my eyes, it's better to use my existing memory to tell her that I have no objections. "The password is, your, birthday."

Her expression suddenly softened.That's right, which man would set the password of the fund account he used for cheating as his wife's birthday?

"Inside, there should be some, money, you, first take out the money, come, emergency." I said slowly, "specifically, how much, I don't remember, too."

I really don't remember how much money was in it.But I can vaguely remember that this account has been established for some time - at least it should be in the summer.Because I remember, it was an extremely sweltering afternoon when I went to open the card.I sat in the big customer area of ​​the bank, wiped my sweat, and deliberately set my wife's birthday as a password.

"You, and, doctor, and, parents, talk about it." I continued, "I, now, live, here, also, no, what's the point. Okay, think about it, live in a normal ward, gone."

She froze for a moment, as if she was going to persuade me to give up this idea and stay in the hospital for treatment.

"No, advise." I typed quickly, "Go on, live, it doesn't make much sense."

Life is like this, people always have to make some decisions at the right time.Giving up treatment is a decision.Giving up overly aggressive treatment is also a decision.

I'm not reconciled to lying like this for the rest of my life.But because I, a useless person like me who needs help from others to move my head, used up all the money I have accumulated over the years, and even dragged down my parents and wife... I can't bear it.

Unreconciled, unbearable, they all got tangled together and became a mess.Keep cutting and straightening out chaos.I didn't even dare to think about it, when I was lying in a wheelchair and being pushed to the altar by my wife, would I be able to write some amazing works with emotion? I was afraid that I could only tilt my head, drooling, Try to make the electronic screen that can recognize your sight wail "my neck hurts".

Although I am missing a lot of memory and can only blink and move my eyeballs up and down, I am also a human being, a male, and a man.I have my own self-esteem and a need for dignity.I can't accept that I am a waste, dragging the people I love the most, lingering like a slug.

On the one hand, I want to live, on the other hand, I feel that it is better to die than to live.

Ask my wife to check how much money is left in it. This is an important basis for my future decision-making.If there is enough money in it, then I may try aggressive treatment plans again, such as some kind of surgery, advanced medical methods, or even transfer to the capital, Shanghai stock market, or even abroad.But if the money is just for immediate relief, or for them to live for a short period of time, then I would refuse any further treatment.

That Dr. Sun may not know, but I have heard the nurses discussing my condition - I can't even cough now, and I can't actively expel sputum.Without assisted suctioning, I would fall into shortness of breath within a short period of time.As long as it is stated before that that rescue is not allowed, death should be quite fast.

Death is terrible, but for a man, some things are more terrible than death.

Judging from the food the nurses poured into my nostrils, it is probably past dinner time.In order to keep me from starving to death, these doctors cruelly removed an extremely long transparent tube from my nose.Then every time it was time to eat, they would pour some unpalatable-looking brown goo into the other end of the tube—a clear cylindrical tube hanging next to my face.And then I just have to watch the brown goo slowly enter my nostrils under the force of gravity.Then along the nostrils, slowly fall into the stomach.

As for the problem of excretion after eating... I don't want to recall it, but to sum it up in four words, I really want to die.

"I heard that you want to go to the general ward?" Dr. Sun appeared beside my bed. He looked at the mucus in my nostrils, and after a moment of stunned, he smiled and said politely, "Did I bother you to eat?"

"I, now, don't need to talk, mouth." I complained, "By the way, one, mention, eat, and, don't need, mouth."

Dr. Sun smiled and said, "You have time to complain, it seems that you are in a pretty good mood now." He glanced at the top of my head again.Then asked, "Why do you suddenly want to go to the general ward? Is it uncomfortable to live here?"

"I, this, state." I paused, and continued, "Live, where, what, place, no, it's important."

"Although the ICU may have a time limit for receiving visitors, it is the most suitable place for your current situation." Dr. Sun explained to me seriously, "You have two large wounds on your body now, and you can't move around casually. The body. It is very dangerous to leave the ICU and enter the general ward, which is likely to cause serious infection."

Doctors all over the world are the same, trying to make money by drinking blood.Although I was very dissatisfied, I still did not refute.The immobility of the muscles also ensured that I would not show any telltale signs in my expression-if these doctors can put a tube in my nose, there must be more ways to make me miserable.Better not to offend them.

"I, need, consider, the problem is not just myself." I don't want to explain in too much detail why I want to go to the general ward.I know very well that in any case, doctors will not understand and support the idea of ​​​​patients giving up treatment-how can they make money if they give up treatment?

"If you are worried about economic issues, you have actually entered a relatively stable stage now." Dr. Sun tried to explain to me with a smile, "Our main direction and means are now focused on making your postoperative wound Get back on as soon as possible."

I didn't speak, but the feelings in my heart were mixed.Now the experience is focused on the recovery of the surgical wound, that is to say, the doctors have given up on treating my current "locked-in syndrome" state.Either they don't know what's causing my condition or they don't know what's causing me to be sick.

I'm... probably hopeless.

(End of this chapter)