After shaving his hair, Zhuang Yi accompanied Xun Yuming to measure his height and weight, and to do various preoperative tests by the way.
His ward is an independent small single room with only a bathroom and no living room, but it is very close to the nurse's station and the doctor's duty room. Xun Yuming changed into a hospital gown, and with his head bare, he looked much weaker.
Zhuang Yi always felt that his current appearance was a bit fragile, although in fact it was the same as before, he still held his arm and helped him walk.
Xun Yuming pulled his hand away several times, and was dragged back by him several times, "A few days ago I performed surgery on someone, so I don't need your help."
"Don't talk big, Mr. Qin has been recovering for more than a week after the operation." Zhuang Yi looked at him worriedly, his eyebrows could kill a mosquito, "I asked Dr. Li, and he said that the operation for pituitary tumors is no better than meningeal surgery." For tumors, more brain tissue will be retracted, which will be more or less affected. Some patients wake up and cannot speak or walk smoothly, and they need long-term exercise to return to normal."
He softly "hummed", and wrapped his big hands tightly around Xun Yuming, as if he had finished the operation and was recovering at the moment, "We will see how brave you are when the time comes."
"Then I can do it now." Xun Yuming pursed his lips, frowned and snatched the camera from his hand: "Bring it here, don't take pictures."
"Don't snatch it." Zhuang Yi raised his arm high and refused to give it to him, put his other hand on him and said with a smile: "I'm about to have an operation, so it's not good to be angry. I'll record your recovery process and keep it as a souvenir in the future."
If he is really gone, this will be the only light left in Zhuang Yi's life in the next few decades. He can even imagine himself watching and torturing himself over and over again.
If Xun Yuming is safe and sound, this experience is another hurdle they have passed together. There are countless possibilities in their future lives, but this frame will always be frozen in the long river of their lives. Looking back on it later, It will only make them cherish and be more grateful for the hard-won staying together.
What's more, the small ears seemed indifferent, how could Zhuang Yi not be aware of the panic in his heart. Xun Yuming is pretending to be chic for him to see, but Zhuang Yi is also deliberately adjusting the atmosphere to make him happy, each other knows each other, and just pretends not to know.
Anyway, Xun Yuming couldn't beat him, so he had to let it go. Zhuang Yi accompanied him to the physical examination place, Xun Yuming stood on the weighing scale, and a programmed female voice announced in German: "...height is 181.2cm."
Zhuang Yi held up the camera and smiled immediately: "Small Ear lied about his height, he told me he was 1.82 meters."
"I'm 1.82 meters!" Xun Yuming was not reconciled, and stood up again.
Scale: "... height 181cm."
"..."
Zhuang Yi couldn't hold it back, and let out a "chi" laugh: "Don't struggle, your head..." Pointing to the position on the back of his head, "This place is the tallest, the more you raise your head, the shorter you will be measured."
Xun Yuming hurriedly bowed his head slightly and retracted his chin, and sure enough the scale reported: "Height 181.2."
"It seems that this is the limit." Zhuang Yi pulled him down and touched his ears where there was nowhere to hide. After losing his hair, the two little ones were particularly red, "Okay, you said 182 is 182. You now No hair, a little lack of thickness, naturally short."
"You measure it too." Xun Yuming pointed to the weighing scale with a displeased face.
Zhuang Yi said to the camera: "Okay, let me see if it is accurate."
He was afraid that the result of his scale would be too heavy, so he gave it to Xun Yuming's camera and began to take off his coat. Xun Yu added understanding eyes, "You should take off your trousers too, for a really thin person—such as me, wearing cotton clothes is also light."
"Muscle is heavier than fat. Even if I am heavy, my body fat percentage is too low and my muscles are too developed." Zhuang Yi took off his watch, hesitated for a moment, did not take off his belt, and stood on it barefoot.
He schemingly clutched the speaker to prevent Xun Yuming from hearing it. He confirmed it himself before letting go, "Weight 76kg, height 188.4."
"Shocking!" Xun Yuming concluded with one sentence, "You actually weigh 152 pounds?"
He naturally understands that a person of this height can maintain a weight of 150, and his body fat percentage must be lower than 10%, but he can't admit defeat, Xun Er will never give up.
"There is definitely something wrong with this scale." Zhuang Yi cleared his throat and corrected it to the camera: "I only weigh 74 kg. I will take you to ask my coach another day. He can prove it."
"You are actually 152 catties." Xun Yuming seemed to have not heard, and muttered to himself.
Zhuang Yi swallowed his throat, and dragged him to the nurse's station for a skin test, "I'm tall, 152 catties is on the thin side, and my muscles are very heavy."
"It's actually 152 catties."
"..."
After finishing the skin test, Xun Yuming went to the bathroom to take samples again. Zhuang Yi was eager to help him, but he pushed him out. He was cut off from water and food for eight hours before the operation, and he could no longer eat from tonight. Not only that, but he also had to enema in advance.
It was just past eight o'clock in the evening when the nurse came, and Zhuang Yi was huddling with him on the hospital bed, watching the Soviet version of Winnie the Pooh with him. Xun Yuming saw the tube and gel in the nurse's hand, and looked at her gender, and immediately blushed.
Zhuang Yi stood up awkwardly, "Shall I wait outside?"
The nurse shook her head, indicating that he didn't care. They usually do these things too much, and they have long been numb.
Xun Yuming used to be a doctor, but now that his status has changed, he has also experienced the feelings of a patient, and he is so embarrassed that he doesn't know where to put his hands and feet.
The nurse closed the curtain and asked him to lie down. Zhuang Yi walked to the door and saw him standing there with a helpless face. He went over and asked, "Can I help him?"
"Ah?" Xun Yuming was even more embarrassed. "Let's not..."
Zhuang Yi rubbed his head, and explained to the nurse: "I am a psychiatrist, and I did it during my internship. I know how to do it. Don't worry, I will never make a mistake."
The nurse knew their identities a long time ago, but refused to accommodate them: "That doesn't comply with the regulations, sir."
Sure enough, they were Germans, Zhuang Yi sighed helplessly, and blinked at Xun Yuming, "I can't help it, just get down obediently."
"Hurry up and get out..."
The nurse put on gloves, squeezed out a dollop of gel, and closed the curtain with a "swipe". After a while, she came out with a pan, told Xun Yuming to lie flat for ten minutes, left a plastic sampling cup behind, closed the door and walked out.
Xun Yuming blushed with embarrassment, closed his eyes and fell asleep, Zhuang Yi walked in, poked his face, and asked with a low smile, "Are you shy?"
"Don't disturb me." Xun Yuming raised the back of his hand to cover his eyes, deliberately covering his eyes, "Go away, I'm timing."
"I'll help you." Zhuang Yi patted his arm lightly, afraid that he would be embarrassed, then turned off the light, and chatted with him in the shadows under the dim light in the corridor: "I remember you told me before that grandpa coaxed you like this yours."
They used to live together when they were in school, Xun Yuming got flu once, and lay on the bed dazed and weak. Zhuang Yi asked for leave to go back to take care of him, and heard him tell a lot about his grandfather.
When he was a child, he was afraid of heat, and there was no air conditioner at home, so he couldn't sleep at night in summer. Grandpa covered Xun Yuming's stomach with a towel, fanned him to relieve the heat, and coaxed him to sleep. Once when Xun Yuming got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he found that his grandfather had fallen asleep lying beside him, shaking a cattail fan in his hand.
At that time, he often caught colds, especially in winter. Whenever he got sick, he would cough, his throat was itchy and he could not sleep well. Grandpa didn't know medicine, and he was afraid that taking too much antibiotics would be bad, so he cut the pear into small pieces and put them in a bowl and put them on the bedside. Whenever he started coughing, he would feed him a piece.
These things are engraved in Xun Yuming's bones and blood, and he will never forget them in his life. When he grows up and sees how his grandfather suffers, he feels more guilty and more afraid that he will follow in his grandfather's footsteps and drag Zhuang down. Yi.
Fortunately, that's all in the past, "What are you talking about?"
"Before you were sick, it was grandpa who accompanied you and took care of you." Zhuang Yi leaned over and kissed his forehead, "Now it's me, our little ears will always be hurt by someone."
Xun Yuming's eyes turned hot, he paused, and said, "Got it, I... went to the bathroom."
Zhuang Yi helped him up, sent him to the bathroom, and handed him a cup: "Can I help?"
"... No, you go away!"
"It's not that I haven't been in before, why be shy."
Sitting in the bathroom, Xun Yuming didn't know where he went in when he said "I've been in", and his whole body felt tense like an electric shock. He took a sample, gave it to the nurse, and went to bed early with Zhuang Yi.
In the early morning of the next day, before five o'clock, the nurse came to the ward to wake me up. As soon as Xun Yuming opened his eyes, his heart immediately raised his throat, and he hurriedly agreed in Chinese: "Wait a minute, I... I'll be right away."
The nurse couldn't understand, and she could guess, so she didn't move.
Zhuang Yi was afraid of waking up Xun Yuming, so he purposely went to the public restroom to wash up, and just came back. Seeing him, Xun Yuming quickly stretched out his hand: "I have something to say."
"Tell me." Zhuang Yi stepped forward, clenched his hands that were groping in the air, and put his arms around his shoulders, his voice was low and mellow, with a reassuring calmness and softness, "Don't worry, tell me slowly .”
"Well, my grandfather..." Xun Yuming raised his sharp eyes and looked at him expectantly, "I have no one else to entrust, I can only entrust it to you. But don't be afraid, I have saved a lot of money for him , he doesn't bother people."
"It's okay to be troublesome." Zhuang Yi responded to every request, "Give me the bus, don't worry."
Xun Yuming nodded, and said again: "If I...you must find someone to live a good life. But...but don't be too fast, always think about me, one year, okay? Find someone else after one year?"
Zhuang Yi stared at him and remained silent for a long time, "No way. I'll settle the score with you after you say this. What else?"
"...your hand." Xun Yuming pointed to his computer on the bedside table, "My thesis is finished, please publish it for me. If Cen Ji and the others can continue, you can let them perform the surgery for you. If not , Your hand can also be transplanted with peripheral nerves, but you must choose a good doctor, otherwise it will cause further damage.”
"I'll take care of myself." Zhuang Yi patted him on the back to comfort him, "Don't worry about anything, just sleep and you'll be fine. I'm waiting for you, Christmas is coming soon, and it's our anniversary again, you have to spend it with me. "
Xun Yuming's nose was sore, tears welled up uncontrollably, he kept nodding his head and agreed: "I know! I will definitely work hard!"
"That's good." Zhuang Yi smiled, and wiped his index fingers under his eyes respectively, wiping away the tears from his face, and making room for the nurses.
Xun Yuming was pushed out by them, holding the plastic armrest beside the hospital bed with both hands, as if sitting on a train and reluctantly leaving his lover, his eyes kept lingering on Zhuang Yi's face.
Dr. Li gave them a pre-operative talk yesterday afternoon, telling them that it may cause complications such as amnesia, aphasia, blindness, hemiplegia, personality changes, mental disorders, sensory disturbances, plant survival, etc., and even death.
Although these Xun Yuming knew very well, the process still had to go. Zhuang Yi had experienced it once before, but each time his mood was different. To him, the doctor's routine words were like a sharp sword that pierced his heart.
Every second that time passed, he suffered more and more, and he had to force a smile on his face.
He followed the hospital bed, held Xun Yuming's hand, and coaxed him as he walked: "Don't be nervous, you have seen this kind of scene a lot, and it's just a small problem. I'll wait for you at the door, and when you get better, I'll cook it for you." Tomato and egg noodles. Didn’t you say you wanted to eat it last night? I’ll be right back to school.”
"Okay, then when I wake up, cook it for me." Xun Yuming patted the back of his hand and smiled at him: "It's not about life and death, don't be too embarrassing."
"Then my mental quality is not as good as yours." The hospital bed was pushed to the door of the operating room, and the nurses stopped spontaneously. Zhuang Yi lowered his head and kissed Xun Yuming's mouth. Under the eyes of everyone, he gave him a deep and nostalgic kiss. "I don't see as much world as you, so you must come out healthy and wake up quickly. Don't scare me, you know?"
"I promise." Xun Yuming nodded, finally rubbed his chest, and waved to him: "See you later."
"see you later!"
Zhuang Yi watched his figure disappear into the depths of the corridor, and the electric door finally closed slowly. His legs softened, and he quickly sat down on the sofa next to him.
Dr. Li adopted a pterional approach for this operation, that is, an incision is made from the part above the cheekbone and behind the brow bone, and the gap between the frontotemporal lobes is used to enter the saddle area, which is not easy to damage the olfactory nerve, and also It can reduce the pulling degree of brain tissue, but the field of view is limited, and the doctor's technical requirements are high, and it is not as safe as the conventional subfrontal approach.
Fortunately, Dr. Li is bold, experienced and adventurous. It was because of this that Xun Yuming chose him as the chief surgeon, and he also agreed with his plan. After all, even a little complication could be a disaster for his career.
However, Zhuang Yi didn't understand the mystery. For him, he was worried about where to go. The time outside the operating room was like years, and he remembered the feeling of rapid heartbeat and soaring blood pressure when he was waiting for Qin Xueyan last time, and when he was waiting for Xun Yuming to undergo gastric perforation surgery, and it swept him like a tide again.
Time passed bit by bit, and he had already lost his senses. He was in a trance for a day, and then a year. When the operating light was turned off, it was still dark outside. .
Zhuang Yi came back to his senses, "Teng" stood up, stepped forward and asked the doctor: "Is the operation done? How is he?"
The author has something to say: The Soviet version of Winnie the Pooh is very interesting, babies can try it.
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