"The blood clot in his brain became two due to the impact." The doctor is a local and speaks broken English. "Currently we don't know what impact this situation will have on the patient."
Wuyou stared at the film: "I understand, we will return home when his fever subsides."
"..." How do you know what I mean is that we can't see it.
When Wuyou returned to the ward, everyone asked her how she was doing.
"The medical conditions here are not good. I have contacted my family and will arrange to return to my country immediately."
When Yuan Yiming and Zhao Shen heard that it was so serious, they were extremely frightened. It was up to Zhang Li, a girl, to comfort them.
"You can see that Wuyou is so calm, so you know the situation won't be bad. I guess the doctors here are not good, and the equipment is not good either." Although her knowledge of Egypt comes from the news media, its population is second only to that of China. The third countries are indeed very poor.
From culture to material living standards, they are all below average.
"You go back first." Wuyou looked at his watch. The conditions here are not good. There are three beds in the ward, and they look dirty. The room is not as big as a domestic single room, and there is no place to sit when everyone is left.
Xia La had blind trust in Wuyou. She did whatever she said and left with Zhang Li who still wanted to stay. The two men looked at it and followed him out. Then he ran back a few minutes later and handed Wuyou the water and bread he bought.
Tang Duo called when it was almost dawn.
"Wuyou, we have discussed that you don't want to go back to China, go directly to the United States." Her voice was a little worried, and she probably didn't want to scare the children, so she tried to be calm and said, "We are already on the plane now, probably tomorrow night almost there."
"Okay Mom." Wuyou said, "Don't worry, Gungun's current situation is pretty good."
Tang Duo smiled: "Well, I'll leave it all to you."
After hanging up the phone, Wuyou saw the young man on the bed looking at her with wide eyes.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Wuyou touched his head. The temperature had dropped, and he didn't know if it would happen again.
Gungun licked his lips: "I want to drink water."
Wuyou carefully fed him a few sips and then Gungun continued.
"I feel dizzy while lying down and want to sit up."
Wuyou shook the hospital bed a little and let him lean on it.
"Mom is coming?" Gungun felt much more comfortable now.
Wuyou pulled up a chair and sat down next to him: "Well, we are already on the way."
"It's really unlucky ..." I talked my mouth, "I will take the elementary school chicken for a while when I go back.
I heard that my senior was injured and admitted to the same hospital. The junior chicken who came to visit him froze at the door and ran to his own ward after a few seconds...
"Are you hungry?" Wuyou took out the bread after hearing his curse.
Gungun felt that this was not a meal time, so he shouldn't be hungry. But when he saw the bread, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand: "Weird, I'm hungry."
"Fever consumes energy." Wuyou opened the bread and handed it over.
Gungun took a bite and rolled his eyes: "It's really unpalatable."
"I'll make do with it. Let Xia La bring you something delicious from the hotel when it gets dark."
I barely ate half of the bread and drank a large glass of water. Gungun wanted to go to the toilet. The ward here does not have a toilet. Wuyou accompanied him to the toilet outside again, and when he came back, he kept urging her.
"You go to the bed next to you and sleep for a while." He had just seen how dirty the sheets on his hospital bed were. Not only had they not been washed in the hospital, but they couldn't be washed out at all...
Wuyou saw that he was enduring it, so he lay on the bed next to him and took out his cell phone.
"How about we transfer to a private hospital at dawn?" She checked and found that there was a private hospital in the next district. It looked pretty high-end from the pictures on the Internet.
No matter how poor a country is, there are class divisions and a gap between rich and poor.
Gungun shook his head: "If you don't have a fever later, we will go back to the hotel first."
As a result, at dawn, Xia La brought soup from the hotel, and soon after Gungan finished eating it, he started cooking it again. Wuyou immediately contacted the private hospital, and soon they sent a car to pick her up.
Wuyou discussed with the doctor that there was no need to bother with examinations, just anti-inflammation and temperature control would be enough, and they left in the evening. The hospital said that you have the final say if you have money, and arranged the best ward for Gungun. This time it was a suite, with complete bathroom and other facilities.
"Then you must go back with me tonight." Xia La hugged Wuyou and rubbed her, "It's boring, why don't I go back to China too!"
Wuyou let her rub against him: "We are going to the United States. The time of return is uncertain, so just play along." Maybe when you finish your trip, we will return home. "
Gungun was lying there feeling irritable, his fever made his head hurt, and when he saw Xia La chattering, he stared at her fiercely.
"Why are you staring at me?" Xia La noticed and screamed, "Now stand up and run a few steps!"
Gungun looked at Wuyou: "She's too noisy, let her get out."
"I'll go by myself!" Xia La gave him a roll of her eyes and pulled Wuyou to the door. "Then when you get to the United States, remember to say that we will leave for the next city later and we can't see you off."
Wuyou patted her: "Take care of Zhang Li and the others."
"Don't worry!" Xia La hugged her and left.
The ward became quiet, and Gungun slowly fell asleep. He saw a little Wuyou fighting for chicken legs with him, and then was locked up by Lang Ruoxian. I saw myself going to deliver food to Wuyou, and I saw that little Wuyou's eyes lit up every time he saw him, asking for food.
Gungun knew he was dreaming, but he didn't know if the movie-like scenes in his dream were his dreams or if they had happened before. But there was a voice telling him that when he and Wuyou were young, Gungun was thinking that little Wuyou was cute when he felt someone touching his face.
"Son?" Seeing his eyes moving, Tang Duo hurriedly called out.
Gungun opened his eyes, and the lights in the ward were turned on. Tang Duo looked at him worriedly, with Lang Ruoxian behind him.
"Mom, Dad..." He called, his voice hoarse.
Putting a glass of water to your mouth is worry-free.
"I'm fine!" After drinking water, Gungun felt much better, "Why are you so anxious to come here?"
Seeing that he was in good spirits, Tang Duo breathed a sigh of relief: "Why don't we let Wuyou take care of you alone? Do you want to tire her to death?"
"Oh, mom, I have a headache!" Gungun covered his head.
He was patted by Lang Ruoxian: "Don't pretend."
"Okay, okay, just lie down and don't move, we'll carry you to the car!"
Gungun was shocked: "What are you carrying? I can walk by myself."
"You started to have a fever again." Wuyou looked at his left hand.
Only then did Gungun realize that he didn’t know when the infusion started again.
"Just be honest and don't bother. We have to rush to the airport as soon as possible. The sooner we get to the United States, the sooner we can get treatment." Tang Duo muttered, and the bodyguards had already brought the medical staff in and put Gungun on the gurney.
Two hours later, the plane left Egypt.
"Wuyou, go get some sleep." Tang Duo hugged her distressedly, "You haven't slept all day and night, right?"
Wuyou was not sleepy, but in order not to worry Tang Duo, he went to lie down and sleep. He was lying next to Gungun, and he didn't know how long it had passed before Gungun quietly opened his eyes.
"Aren't you asleep?" Tang Duo leaned next to him and glanced at him.
"Mom, please keep your voice down, Wuyou just fell asleep." Gungun whispered.
Tang Duo smiled: "At last you have a conscience and know that you feel sorry for her."
"..." Gungun wanted to talk back, but Lang Ruoxian glanced at him and turned his head away silently.
Tang Duo dragged Lang Ruoxian to the other side.
"Has this kid regained his memory?"
Lang Ruoxian squeezed her shoulders: "I don't know."
"He rarely talked back during this period of amnesia." Tang Duo felt strange. Could it be that he really recovered after knocking his head
"We'll wait until the doctor sees it."
They arrived in the United States the next afternoon. The hospital followed the formal procedures and drove an ambulance to the airport to pick up the patient. When I arrived at the hospital, I contacted the brain department authority in advance and started checking. It took several hours.
"Mr. Lang, Mrs. Lang." The doctor, an American in his fifties, said happily, "Great! The separated blood clot can be removed with surgery."
"Really?" Tang Duo was excited and nervous, "Won't it affect your brain?"
The doctor showed them the film and explained it in detail.
"This separated blood clot has a certain distance between the brain nerves and blood vessels, so the risk of our operation is very small. Although according to the rules, I cannot say that it is 100% successful, but I can at least guarantee that it will be 90% successful. Fifteen success rate.”
This is equivalent to 100%! Tang Duo was happy.
"The most important thing is that the patient continues to have a fever, which is also related to this. If he doesn't have surgery, he will have frequent fevers, which will cause great damage to the body."
In the end, Lang Ruoxian signed the operation sheet, and Tang Duo went to the ward to explain to Wuyou, and finally said happily.
"The doctor also said that once the blood clot is removed, the remaining part of Gungun's brain will be very small, and maybe his memory will be restored!"
Wuyou smiled: "The main thing is that people are fine."
The doctor quickly arranged an operation for Gungun, but Tang Duo insisted on guarding outside the operating room and was persuaded by Wuyou and Lang Ruoxian to go back to the ward. When Gungun was pushed back, Tang Duo saw that his head was tightly wrapped, and tears were falling down.
"Mrs. Tang, you should be happy!" the doctor told her, "the operation was successful. When he wakes up, we will see if there are any other problems."
When Gungun woke up, the ward was quiet. His vision was a little blurry and his heart was tight.
"Holy shit, am I blind?"
A hand reached out and carefully fixed his head: "Don't move! No, the doctor said it's temporary retinal blur, and it will be fine in two days."
"Wuyou?" Gungun met a vague face and wanted to raise his hand to touch it.
Wuyou's hand was pressed again: "Be obedient and don't move around. I'll feed you some water. Are you thirsty?"
"Not thirsty..." Gungun didn't dare to move, mainly because Wuyou was so damn strong.