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Chapter 360 Little Black Cat

The treatment continued, and my frequency of going in and out of the MRI room increased quite a bit.At most, three times a day.

With such frequent inspections, even other doctors felt that something was wrong.I even heard Dr. Sun arguing with another female doctor in the MRI examination room.

They thought I couldn't hear, but they forgot to turn off the speakers that were broadcasting into the exam room.

"In his current state, even if he has a fat embolus, he can't be freed from locked-in syndrome within a week or two. You are a doctor, not a fairy!" The female doctor looked very angry, "Use Use your brain, Sun Lien!"

"I'm using it." Dr. Sun's voice also sounded a little annoyed, "How can it be so easy to convince the patient? He is about to be discharged from the hospital by force!"

"Then let him out!" The female doctor's voice became louder, "Obtain the family members' signatures, and then let him out of the hospital!"

"And let him wait to die?" Dr. Sun seemed really angry, "I'm a doctor, not a bureaucrat!"

The female voice was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said calmly, "For his current situation, death is not the most terrible thing. Even if your diagnosis is correct, he may not be able to return to the state of self-care. Then what What else can you do? The six-month survival rate of patients with locked-in syndrome is less than 10%, and the vast majority of patients will die within four months of onset..."

"Every one of us will die." Dr. Sun interrupted the other person. "Death is inevitable. But I am a doctor. If I can't help my patient avoid death, then at least let me try to alleviate his pain." Painful. He can't even remember his own family, so it's a bit lonely to die like this."

That... Although I am very grateful to Dr. Sun for your concern for me, it is really unnecessary.

I have figured it out.

I still can't recall my previous experience.At least the memory is not comprehensive enough.I can barely remember some things from elementary school and high school, and I have basically no impression of college.Originally, I wasn't sure if I had ever been to college, but according to my wife, I met her in a debate competition in college.So inferred from the side, I must have been to college.

There are some memories of the working part, but they are all fragmented, like a complete movie saved on film was thrown into a shredder after its sound was erased.Occasionally an identifiable film or two appears, but most of the time they are meaningless and unrecognizable fragments.

I don't remember my name, I don't remember much about my past, I can't move a finger, and I can't speak.

This is painful.

To add to the pain, the stories I heard about myself were different from my parents and from my wife.According to my parents, I am a positive, energetic and energetic son.According to my wife, I am a gentle, considerate and considerate husband.But those two images, in my opinion, are not the real me.

I was afraid of death and torture, and neither had the courage to continue living in this situation, nor did I fully understand my abilities.Although I told myself that these decisions were made so as not to drag my family down, I knew from the bottom of my heart that I just didn't dare to continue to face the reality.

As for whether death will make them live in grief forever, I don't care anymore.

In every sense of the word, I'm just a mean little guy.

On my side, I am analyzing my heart, on the other side, the argument between Dr. Sun and the female doctor is still going on.However, the content has gradually extended to something similar to "fat embolism syndrome is not directly related to locked-in syndrome" and "cerebral basal vascular obstruction and frontal lobe damage may not be the only reasonable explanation for his current state." All in all, I don't understand, But they seem to be discussing very seriously.

After a fierce quarrel, the room suddenly fell into a deathly silence.Then, just as I was wondering if the two of them had finally figured out that the mic had been left off, I heard a metallic thud.

"Bang!" A loud bang exploded in my ears.Then came Dr. Sun's angry and frustrated scolding.

I shook my head lightly, the young doctor's concentration was indeed a little weaker.Isn't it just that I encountered some setbacks at work, so there's nothing to be angry about.

There was a strange "Huh?" from the room, and then a voice I had never heard before, "Dr. Sun, didn't you touch anything just now?"

Dr. Sun was stunned for a while before saying, "No, I just tripped over a chair... Brother Luo, what's wrong?"

It turns out that you didn't smash the chair on the ground in anger just now, but you were simply clumsy and tripped over the stool?Geez, not handsome at all.

I clicked my tongue softly twice, and then I was a little worried, relying on this kind of doctor, no wonder my disease can't be cured.

"This image...is very blurry." The man named Luo Ge muttered, "It feels like a person is moving."

Sorry, I can't move yet.I will go out and complain to you later!
"It's really..." Dr. Sun suddenly seemed to have discovered something, and after a while of "jingling, clanging", I heard his voice, "Mr. Qian, are you able to move?"

I can move?I do not know how?I subconsciously shook my head.Then I froze.

I can shake my head.

I can move!

I froze in place, not knowing how to react.Blinking his eyes twice, two lines of tears instantly flowed down from the corners of his eyes and fell directly into his ears.

I began to cry without image, crying very sadly, crying very happy.

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"Look, I just said, I can cure you!" In the ICU, Sun Lien was so happy that he couldn't restrain himself.If it weren't for the fact that there were a few patients lying next to him whose life and death were unknown, I even doubted that he would be able to dance directly in front of my face.

I opened my mouth with difficulty and let out an indistinct sound.

Sun Li'en hastily pushed the screen that I had used for more than ten days over again.Then he waited expectantly for me to speak.

"I've just changed from being fully paralyzed to being partially paralyzed now." It feels good to be able to move my eyes from side to side.At least typing is much faster. "Although I'm also very excited, this matter can't be finished yet, right?"

Dr. Sun replied with a smile, "This means that there is nothing wrong with my diagnosis and treatment. As long as I continue the treatment, there will be further improvement." He shook a photo of the imaging examination at me, " Your frontal lobe ischemia is shrinking, and the surrounding hyperplastic blood vessels have grown a lot, as long as you continue the treatment, there will be further improvement."

I lay on the bed, tears streaming down my face again.

"Doctor." I raised my hand with difficulty, wiped the tears on my face with the back of my hand that is rather insensitive to touch, and then asked, "I can't stop crying now, is this also a side effect?"

"There is another name for this reaction—crying with joy." Dr. Sun replied with a smile, and then he shook the upper part of my bed a little, so that I could half lean on the bed. "I guess you're a little bored after lying in bed for so many days. Here, there's a TV over there." He pointed to the ceiling a little far away, and I followed his finger, and saw a TV broadcasting the news. LCD TV. "I'm going to inform your family that the situation has improved, but the visiting period has passed now, so... if you want to see them again, you will have tomorrow."

I nodded slightly.This is also good, let them be happy first, and then give me some buffer time.

Dr. Sun left, and several other nurses came over.I heard their voices when I was lying in bed, and I once saw their faces with masks from the corner of my eye.Now we can finally meet.

I want to complain to you!I roared in my heart, and then an unskilled, somewhat stiff smile appeared on my face.

"I'm bothering you these days." I continued typing, "It's really hard for you to take care of a patient like me who doesn't cooperate at all."

Several nurses looked at each other, and then laughed together.

"No trouble, no trouble." One of them said to me with a smile, "It's easy for us if you lie still."

I thought about it, and it seems to be true.

"But I want to discuss it with a few of you..." I hesitated for a while and asked, "Can you let me go to the bathroom alone today? It's too uncomfortable to always solve it in bed."

"Don't even think about this." My request was rejected without hesitation. "You still have a big hole in your head now, if any blood vessel breaks with a 'poof' sound, you won't be able to move again!"

I blinked my eyes and responded as quickly as possible, "Then continue to trouble everyone."

Several nurses laughed together again.

I watched the program on TV and slowly fell into a dream.

At this moment, I deeply felt that I was still alive.

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After staying in the ICU for another two days, I was finally sent to the general ward of neurosurgery.But not to wait for death, but because I can already sit up.

What does it feel like to lie motionless in bed for more than ten days?If there is such a question on Zhihu, then I must be the most suitable person to answer it.

Thank you for the invitation. I just got off the plane and my phone is out of battery. Let me just say a few words.

pain.

Every muscle and joint in my body was aching.The feeling of lying in bed for half a month is similar to that of an ordinary person who neglects to exercise and suddenly runs a full marathon the next day.

But it hurts.At least it helps me to re-train the facial muscles.I winked at my wife amid bouts of muscle aches.

She turned her head away without looking at me.If it weren't for the fact that I still feel that I can't let go, I really want to pounce on her face and lick her.

"How big a person is, and I don't have a proper job." My father said something to me from the side, and then sat beside the bed with my mother.The wife didn't know what was packing up beside her, so she didn't turn around for a long time.

I suddenly felt a little flustered, but I didn't know what the reason for this panic was.

"Aren't you..." I still couldn't speak clearly, but they could still understand me when I spoke slowly, "Is there something you're hiding from me?"

The old couple looked at each other, but said nothing.

I froze for a moment, then panicked even more.

"Dad, Mom..." The wife suddenly turned her head and said to the two elderly people, "Let's talk about it." Her beautiful face was full of tears.

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Nineteen days ago, Qian Linjiang took his four-year-old daughter to kindergarten.As an industry analyst in a securities company, he had a rare day off. Qian Linjiang, who hadn't seen his daughter for a long time, decided to send the child to kindergarten by himself in order to spend more time with his little princess.

The kindergarten is not far from their home. Walk out of the community, walk through the intersection, and continue walking for about 3 minutes, and you will see this kindergarten that charges 800 yuan a month.One to one to go, but ten nine minutes.

And Qian Linjiang went there for nineteen days.

In order to avoid the battery car that suddenly appeared on the road ahead, an overloaded truck full of steel rods turned the steering wheel hard to the right, and then rolled over directly on the road.

The two steel rods on the car shot straight out like two well-aimed spears. One hit the big tree beside the road, and after rebounding, it directly hit Qian Linjiang's temple horizontally.The other... was nailed right through his daughter's chest.

Qian Linjiang's daughter died on the spot, and after Qian Linjiang fell down, his left leg was crushed by the cargo box on the truck.Subsequently, he was rushed to the Fourth Central Hospital by emergency personnel.

Nineteen days later, Qian Linjiang's condition stabilized, and he was sent to the neurosurgery general ward for further treatment.

After 49 days, he was discharged from the hospital.Although there are still some inconvenient places to move, with the help of crutches, he can barely stand for a few minutes.

140 Nine days later, Qian Linjiang resigned from his job.He and his wife set up a shop in front of their house. They opened a cat cafe. Children under the age of 12 do not charge any fees for entering the shop.

The name of the coffee shop is Yu Yan, and the logo of the store is a little girl wearing a hooded cloak, and the hat is worn on her head, in the shape of a black cat.

When Qian Yuyan was four years old, she made a small wish.

"For next year's birthday, I want a little black cat!

　Explosive [-], just think I have paid off the debt...

　　The third volume is not over, but in order to balance the reading experience of follow-up readers and follow-up readers, a separate volume was opened.Tomorrow's update will still be in volume three.

　　Finished writing... I am so tired that my hands hurt.

　　This volume is a new attempt, and No.1 claims that it is indeed more suitable for locked-in syndrome.Compared with Sun Lien's perspective, I feel a little more comfortable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)