The director's office is not very large, and a side room is added to the house, which is a small family exchange room. There is a table, a handful of green radishes, two back chairs, and a rectangular reading lamp on the wall. In the small space, there is a faint scent of lemon hand sanitizer.
The two interns he brought came in and put a stack of medical records on the table, smiled at Qiao Fengtian before going out, and gently closed the door.
"sit."
The director bowed and washed his hands on the sink first, then drew a disposable paper cup and bowed to catch the water, "Sit down, don't worry."
Qiao Fengtian pursed his lips, pulled out the back chair, and sat down.
"Listen to your accent, it's not like the locals." I don't know if it was to ease the atmosphere, the director started with trivial things at home.
Qiao Fengtian nodded, "The home is not in the city, it is in the town below, Luer, Luer Town."
The director glanced at the top of his amaranth hair and put the water in his hand, "Lu Er, I went there a few years ago, it's a good place, with beautiful scenery and beautiful scenery, isn't Linan just about to develop that area? ?"
"That's all." Qiao Fengtian held the paper cup, "Listen to your accent, it's not a local, it's a southern accent."
Turning over two pages of medical records, "Hey, I'm from the south, I was admitted to the university, Southwest Medical College, ah, now... Linan Medical University! I went to graduate school and then got an internship with the municipal party committee, and I took root here. Ten years." The director sat opposite, said slowly, nodded and smiled at him.
"Hey, you." He pointed to the corner of his mouth, "What's wrong with your mouth?"
"Knock."
"… Oh"
Qiao Fengtian hung his heart, and only listened to half of Yishui's gossip, then stared at his pale fingernails without making a sound.
"Your brother, right?"
"right."
The director folded his hands together, turned his head sideways, and circled with two thumbs parallel to each other, "To tell the truth, the recovery situation is not particularly optimistic, and we must be prepared for a series of sequelae."
Qiao Fengtian looked at him.
"First of all, although your brother's awake cycle is not long, it can only be said that he is temporarily awake, and there is a possibility that he will continue to fall asleep at any time; he has just woken up, we are not sure whether he can still recognize people, and can't remember who you are. Anything is possible, it's not the same as in the TV series." The director tried his best to keep his tone calm and relaxed.
"Recovery from cranial nerve damage requires time and environmental conditions, including auxiliary things such as sensory stimulation... If you speak, your brother may also have aphasia or language dysfunction, which is the same as what I just said. , I won't say much about things that are too professional."
Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and swiped the director's words from beginning to end—Qiao Liang, thirty-two years old, may not remember his family in the future, can't speak, it may take a long time to recover.
How cruel.
The director stroked his white hair, "I didn't call you to come to the office to let you know how he is recovering and how to treat it. This is something that doctors should consider, not family members. Besides, the specific postoperative recovery situation will have to wait for radiation tomorrow morning. The department went to work, and it was only when I had an MRI and a brain CT that I could tell.”
"Our hospital means that in the future, family members may be very hard. You can't take care of it alone. It's definitely not enough. Do you have other relatives and friends who can call over to help."
Qiao Fengtian opened his mouth, "There is a father and a mother at home, and the patient has a son, and the mother has to take care of the father. The father is also in poor health and cannot be separated from others. His son is also very young and has just started elementary school."
"Hey, last time I was with that one in the emergency room, tall and wearing glasses."
It was Zheng Siqi.
Qiao Fengtian touched the bridge of his nose and looked sideways at the lush green dill, "That's just a friend, I don't know him well."
The director smiled, "Not too familiar? I think you are quite familiar. Protecting you everywhere and helping you."
After a pause, the director smacked his mouth, "That means you can fight against your family now, and you still have to work to make money, right?" The director looked at his slender jaw and narrow flat shoulders .
"… right."
"Then I suggest you hire a nurse. To tell the truth, the later recovery requires a lot of manpower. The patient can't take care of himself, including eating, washing, going to the toilet, and turning over. You want someone to accompany you. In summer, when the weather is hot and sweating increases, the patient can't move while lying down, which is very prone to bedsores, which is a very difficult problem. Moreover, his leg fracture needs to be treated with traction recently, a thin steel tube Pierced into the leg and fell on the scale, you see, isn't it another big trouble?"
Qiao Fengtian smiled wryly.
"And, and." The director smiled even more tenderly, as if he was hesitating to speak.
"Whatever you have, just say it."
The director raised his index finger and knocked on the table, "Does your brother have medical insurance?"
Qiao Fengtian shook his head, "No, he just went to work in the city. As a temporary worker, he didn't sign a long-term contract, and he didn't have five insurances and one housing fund."
"Tsk, look, if you have medical insurance, you can reimburse half of it."
This is implying medical bills. Qiao Fengtian sighed.
It is true that the surgical expenses, medical expenses and hospitalization expenses are all added together, and it is by no means a trivial amount. It is the duty of a doctor to save people, and it is also a means of livelihood based on his ability. It is understandable to notify the payment.
Qiao Fengtian only felt ashamed, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I remember the payment, I'll pay it in time, don't worry, I've been too busy these days and I've been delayed, and I'll definitely pay it back in a while. All fees paid."
"Hey, this is not urgent, this is not urgent. You go back and discuss how to arrange the care of patients in the later stage. This is the key. This big head must be well prepared and overcome. If the family cooperates well, the hospital work will be easy to do, and the patients will also The sooner you can get back to health, don't you think?"
When I got out of the back door of the Linan Municipal Party Committee, I took out my pocket and found that the battery of the mobile phone was exhausted and turned off early this morning. It's okay if I can't make calls, I'm afraid that important calls won't come in. The first thing to be afraid of is what kind of case notification that Liu traffic policeman has.
Qiao Fengtian went into a porridge shop, asked for a unique tea tree mushroom casserole porridge, and asked the boss for a power bank the size of a brick. I turned on the phone in a hurry, and a dozen or 20 messages popped up.
Qiao Fengtian picked the corner by the window, moved his fingers, and swept over it all the way.
There are three blurred chats, five from China Mobile, two from Taobao ads, and serious calls. There are only four from Du Dong and one from Zheng Siqi. I clicked and checked the call time of the missed call, it was 8:45 p.m., two hours ago.
Qiao Fengtian hesitated for a while, but called back.
Zheng Yu was writing in the room, while Zheng Siqi had a single-seat milk tea-colored suede sofa beside the bookshelf. The lesson plan is ready, so you don't have to hurry, you can read a few more books. When he received a call from Qiao Fengtian, there was a book of "The Reader" on his lap, a German judge, the work of Ben Harder Schering.
"Well, what's up?"
When Zheng Siqi answered the phone, he didn't seem to like to say "hello" very much, and his gesture of talking on the phone always gave the impression of being well-prepared and calm.
"You... you called me big." You said "how" to me.
"I guess you went to the hospital and wanted to ask about your condition, but it turned off." Zheng Siqi turned a page of the book and put on the glasses that slipped off the bridge of his nose.
"Wake up is awake."
Zheng Siqi didn't answer, waiting for Qiao Fengtian to continue.
Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and pinched a brown recess on the table top, staring at the Linandi blue night outside the window, "It seems that he can't speak, recognize people, and can't move very much..."
Zheng Siqi didn't understand medical matters, so he couldn't close his eyes and pretend to be blind and forced to pretend to understand. He made more unprofessional explanations, nodded his chin and pondered for a long time, only to slowly say, "Everything is good to cooperate with the doctor. If you need help, find me."
The proprietress brought a large tray with a steaming prototype casserole on the tray. Qiao Fengtian leaned away to make room for the proprietress to put things on the table. There were also small plates of green and white sour bamboo shoots in the tray. Two yellow-green pickled peppers.
Send it. When the proprietress saw that he was on the phone, she rubbed her apron and just smiled and compared her lips. Qiao Fengtian smiled back and picked up the warm porcelain spoon in the bowl.
"I know that."
"Have you bought the pills?"
Qiao Fengtian was blowing the porridge, "What medicine... Oh, that seven, five, six or something."
"... 37 Injury Pills." Yes, one to nine was almost finished, and I pulled out a multiplication formula table.
"forget."
Zheng Siqi smiled lightly, "I didn't expect you to remember."
Qiao Fengtian swallowed his porridge, "I can remember everyone's affairs except my own."
Zheng Siqi changed his posture on the sofa, closed "The Reader", reached out to dim the brightness of the floor lamp, and raised his eyebrows, "Oh? I want to tell you my birthday, you can remember it, give it back to me. Are you giving a gift?"
The tea tree mushrooms were very badly stewed and chewed very well. There was a unique sweetness of fungi on the tip of the tongue. Qiao Fengtian picked out the big root and used chopsticks to thin the green on the surface.
"I can remember it. As for whether to send it or not, it depends on whether I want it or not."
"Then are you willing or not?" Zheng Siqi closed his eyelids and asked softly.
"...you lack nothing."
"That's what I'm missing and didn't let you see."
Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and smiled, short, like a fleeting star twinkling. When Zheng Siqi heard the short breath of the microphone, he could guess that he was laughing, and he felt relieved for a while, but he was too worried about the other party's emotions.
Unprovoked, the atmosphere is unusually relaxed, gentle as water, and the call has become a habitual chat that can no longer be habitual. I took out all the nonsense and said one by one, and I didn't think it was petty or idle.
From Zheng Siqi's class tomorrow, to the few boys who always bring breakfast to the class; from the dark low-end community where Du Dong bought a house, to Li Li's plan to have a baby pig this year; from Zheng Yu In the past few days, I was not happy about not being able to eat Qiao Fengtian's food, so Zheng Siqi painstakingly learned a quick way to pat a cucumber.
From one end of the city to the other end, it is shallowly connected.
Qiao Fengtian felt the inconsistency between his words and his words and deeds. He clearly told the director that he and Zheng Siqi were not very familiar with him. At this moment, he was like an old friend who had known each other for many years. Listed in the palm of the hand to each other as if.
It felt so good, so wonderful, so indescribable. As a result, the pinna of the ear was hot and the wrist was sore, and I didn't want to hang up like this. Qiao Fengtian can feel the sense of peace of mind at this moment.
"Wait to go home?" Zheng Siqi asked.
"Well, we'll leave from the hospital right away." Qiao Fengtian paid the bill, pushed the door out of the porridge shop, and melted into the dark night, "The hospital still doesn't need to keep watch, the nurses on duty are all there."
"Let's talk all the way?" Zheng Siqi leaned on the backrest and put his legs into the sofa.
Qiao Fengtian was walking on the silent street in the middle of the night, looking up at the bright moonlight, "Okay."
The black back under the feet of Qiao Fengtian, who was the street lamp, was drawn obliquely and slender, like the last thick ink stroke in Danqing ink.
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I hope everyone can meet someone who is willing to talk to you at any time