Bian Nan couldn't help much, so he sat on a chair in the corridor with Qiu Yan in his arms, listening to the movement in the ward with his ears up.
In fact, Qiu Yi couldn't help much, he could only lend a helping hand.
After tossing and tossing for almost two hours, Dad Qiu's body temperature finally began to drop. Seeing the nurse coming out, Bian Nan stood up holding Qiu Yan.
Qiu Yi walked out of the ward with a tired face, Bian Nan leaned over to look inside, Qiu's father was lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed.
"How is it?" Bian Nan asked in a low voice.
"Temporary control," Qiu Yi sat down on the chair, "I still need to observe, it may be a lung infection that caused the high fever."
"Oh." Bian Nan stood still.
"Bian Nan," Qiu Yi looked up at him, "help me send Erbao home first, I can't take care of him anymore."
"Okay." Bian Nan nodded, Qiu Yan was already asleep on his shoulder, frowning tightly.
"Speak to the grandma next door and ask her to take care of it. I don't think I will be able to go home for two days." Qiu Yi said softly.
Bian Nan took a taxi and took Qiu Yan home.
Qiu Yan woke up when he entered the yard, but he didn't speak, just hugged his neck and didn't let go.
"Second Treasure," Bian Nan went into the back room and sat down by the bed, "Sleep for a while if you're sleepy, your father is fine now, just need to observe."
Qiu Yan remained silent.
"I still have to go to the hospital. I'm afraid that your brother will be too busy." Bian Nan hugged him and patted his back gently, "Can you do it alone at home?"
"En." Qiu Yan nodded, let go of his neck, and sat on the bed.
Bian Nan took off his coat and trousers, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and put it in Qiu Yan's hand. He kept a few pieces of chocolate in his pocket all the time so that Qiu Yi could replenish his energy when he couldn't care less about eating. .
"I don't want to eat it now." Qiu Yan touched the chocolate.
"Just put it here, and eat when you want to eat." Bian Nan took out his wallet again, and took out two bills, "If I can't come back to eat at night, I will call you, and you can buy something to eat, you know?" ?”
"Well," Qiu Yan nodded, lay down and pulled down the quilt to cover him, "I'll sleep, you go to the hospital."
Bian Nan closed the door, went to the grandma's house next door, and asked her to help watch over Qiu Yan, so as not to let him run out alone.
The old lady nodded persistently: "I'm just sitting by the window basking in the sun. I can see him when he goes out. My son will come over in the afternoon. If you are busy, let Er Bao come to my house to eat."
"Thank you grandma." Bian Nan thanked, and trotted out of the yard.
When passing by a small supermarket, I went in to grab a few cartons of milk, and then took a taxi back to the hospital.
As soon as I got out of the car at the entrance of the hospital, my phone rang.
His legs softened and he almost couldn't stand up. When he took out his phone and saw Luo Yiyang's number, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"How are you doing recently?" Luo Yiyang heard the voice in the dormitory, and someone was chatting in a mess in the background.
"It's not good," Bian Nan said as he walked towards the hospital, "I'm in the hospital."
"How is your friend's father's illness?" Luo Yiyang asked, "Are you still ill?"
Bian Nan briefly told about Papa Qiu's situation, and the uneasiness in his heart dissipated a little while talking.
"So fast? Then it's now..." Luo Yiyang was a little surprised when he heard this, and he paused for a while before saying, "Do you live in a large ward? The one with a few people?"
"En." Bian Nan replied.
"Well, this situation is still a single ward, you wait for my call, I will contact my dad and ask him to find a friend to adjust," Luo Yiyang said, "By the way, I will also find a doctor to take care of me."
"Thank you, I'll trouble you and your dad." Bian Nan was reluctant to owe Luo Yiyang a favor at first, and didn't know how to pay it back, but now he doesn't know what else to do, he just wants to do whatever he can to make Qiu's dad feel more comfortable. alley.
When Bian Nan walked into the ward, Papa Qiu was still asleep, with an oxygen tube inserted in his nose and a needle in his hand, surrounded by beeping monitors.
Qiu Yi was lying on the edge of the bed while sitting on a stool, apparently sleeping.
Bian Nan went over to look at the medicine in the hanging bottle, Qiu Yi raised his head when he heard his footsteps, and asked softly, "How is Erbao?"
"Sleeping, I think he didn't come out until he went to bed. The grandma next door said that if it was late, Er Bao would come to her house for dinner." Bian Nan gave Qiu Yi milk and chocolate, "You didn't eat at noon, did you?"
"Well, I can't take care of it, so let Erbao go out to eat by himself," Qiu Yi gnawed on the chocolate in two bites, and took a big gulp of milk, "I'm hungry."
"I'm afraid you don't have the appetite to eat." Bian Nan leaned against the foot of the bed.
"No, I've known since I was a child to maintain energy." Qiu Yi smiled.
Qiu's father has been sleeping, occasionally moving, he wakes up for a short time, and can't speak, but when Qiu Yi talks to him, he can still hear clearly, laugh silently, and then close his eyes again Continue to sleep.
The heating in the ward is sufficient, and when I walk out of the ward, I feel that the corridor is very cold.
But Bian Nan always felt that his face was so warm that he was a little panicked, but his hands were still cold.
When Qiu's father fell asleep, he and Qiu Yi didn't have much to say, occasionally whispering nonsense, and both of them avoided Qiu's current illness.
Luo Yiyang's actions were quite fast, probably his father had a good relationship with the hospital, he called during dinner and said that he had already discussed about changing the ward, and he also greeted the attending doctor.
After more than an hour, Father Qiu was pushed to the single ward at the top of the upper floor. There was a matching coffee table and a small sofa, and those who accompanied the bed could sit down and rest.
"Who are you looking for?" Qiu Yi asked after the nurses settled down and left.
"Luo Yiyang, the one I told you about, the second son of Zhanfei," Bian Nan sat down on the small sofa, "His father is very familiar with the hospital, so he helped to say that this ward has just been vacated, why don't you find him?" People can't come in."
"Oh, treat him to a meal when you are free, I have to thank him," Qiu Yi also sat on the sofa and leaned back, "My back is so stiff."
"Let's talk about it, he's at school, he's not here," Bian Nan smiled, stretched out his hand and thumped his leg, "I guess your leg is swollen."
"It's okay, I'll stand for a day when I'm in the restaurant," Qiu Yi stretched his legs, "Go out and eat something, bring me some, I'll call Erbao and ask him to go to the restaurant first." Let’s eat next door.”
"I want to eat beef noodles, can I bring you some?" Bian Nan stood up.
"I want to eat, beef noodles are not enough." Qiu Yi said with a smile.
Bian Nan ran out of the hospital, he didn't have the skill of Qiu Yi, he just couldn't eat, he just changed the beef powder into beef noodles.
After eating, he originally wanted to find a fast food restaurant, but after thinking about it, he went to a restaurant, ordered twice-cooked pork, and packed a large box of lunch to take back to the hospital.
Although Qiu Yi could eat it, he probably forced himself to eat it. He didn't feel it when he ate it. He didn't notice the big difference between fast food and stir-fried vegetables. He kept staring at the numbers jumping on the monitor and finished eating Didn't ask a single word.
Qiu's father didn't get all the injections until after nine o'clock in the evening, and the hospital only allowed one person to stay with him on the bed, but Luo Yiyang's father probably had a relationship with him before, so when the nurse came in to take the bottle, he didn't say anything, only confessed a few words just went out.
Bian Nan was stunned by the bed for a long time, and when he wanted Qiu Yi to sleep on the sofa for a while, Qiu's father moved, and his eyes opened a crack.
"Uncle?" Bian Nan hurriedly called out.
"Dad," Qiu Yi sat down beside the bed and held Dad Qiu's hand, "Can you talk? Is there any discomfort?"
It took a while for Papa Qiu to smile, and said softly, "I don't feel comfortable anywhere."
Qiu Yi bit his lip: "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt," Papa Qiu said, his voice was very soft and unclear, "Where's Erbao?"
"Send it back, he's fine." Qiu Yi touched his face, "He'll come over tomorrow."
"Qiu Yi," Qiu's father turned his head to look at him with some difficulty, "I..."
"What?" Qiu Yi leaned over.
"I won't go to the ICU, I won't...rescue," Papa Qiu said, "It's too...suffering, I can't bear it."
Bian Nan turned around and walked out of the ward. He heard Dad Qiu's words clearly, his nose was so sore, and he stood in the corridor rubbing for a while before he recovered.
Ten minutes later, Qiu Yi also walked out of the ward with a cigarette case in his hand.
"Sleeping?" Bian Nan asked.
"Well," Qiu Yi nodded, and walked towards the fire escape, "Have a cigarette with me."
"You haven't smoked a box this day." Bian Nan followed him into the fire escape, went down one floor and stood by the window.
"No way, I don't have time to smoke." Qiu Yi lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. "If this goes on like this, I may be forced to quit smoking."
Bian Nan smiled. Thinking of Qiu's father's words, the smile disappeared again: "Why didn't your father allow the rescue? Is he worried about spending money?"
"No," Qiu Yi sighed softly, "He just doesn't want to suffer."
"Then you plan to listen to him?" Bian Nan asked.
Qiu Yi glanced at him, didn't speak, turned his head and stared out the window, smoking a cigarette fiercely.
Bian Nan left the hospital at almost twelve o'clock, although he was reluctant, but considering that it would not work if the two of them endured like this, he agreed to go back and rest for a while, and accompany Qiu Yan by the way.
Qiu Yan had dinner at the grandma's house next door, and when Bian Nan entered the room, he had already covered the quilt and was lying on the bed and sleeping.
"My father..." Hearing Bian Nan entered the room, he sat up.
"It's okay, I woke up at night, said a few words and went back to sleep," Bian Nan scratched his head, "Go to sleep, we will go to the hospital tomorrow morning."
"Yeah." Qiu Yan lay back under the quilt again.
Bian Nanhu washed his face indiscriminately, then went back to the room and lay down. He was not physically tired, but his heart was very tired. It has been like this for a while, very tired.
He didn't even dare to think how tired Qiu Yi would be, and how he got through it.
Qiu Yan quickly fell asleep beside him, Bian Nan turned to hug him and closed his eyes.
When it was almost dawn, he was awakened by Qiu Yan's body shaking.
"Er Bao?" He touched Qiu Yan, the little guy was hot, he was startled, and shook Qiu Yan, "Er Bao, what's wrong with you?"
"No discomfort," Qiu Yan said in a daze, "it's just cold."
"You have a fever!" Bian Nan jumped out of bed, quickly put on his clothes, rushed to the living room, and took out the thermometer from the medicine drawer.
Qiu Yan's face was very red, Bian Nan wrapped him in a quilt, and he was still shaking.
39 degrees.
Looking at the number on the thermometer, Bian Nan became nervous, grabbed Qiu Yan's clothes and put them on him: "Erbao, you have a fever, let's go to the hospital."
"I'll just sleep for a while." Qiu Yan struggled a bit.
"Let's go to the doctor quietly," Bian Nan knew what he was thinking, grabbed his arm, "don't tell brother and father."
Qiu Yan glanced at him and nodded.
Holding Qiu Yan into the taxi, Bian Nan called Wan Fei: "At home or in the gym?"
"What's wrong with the gym?" Wan Fei asked.
"Come here and help," Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yan who was leaning against his arms with a flushed face, "Erbao has a fever, I'll take him there now..."
"I'll be there right away." Wan Fei interrupted him and hung up the phone.
The emergency department of the hospital is not at the same place as the inpatient department, it is half a street away, and there is no one to help Biannan to run both ways.
Wan Fei's taxi arrived ten minutes later than Bian Nan's. When he ran into the emergency room, the nurse had just arranged a bed for Qiu Yan.
"What's the situation?" Wan Fei shouted as soon as he saw Qiu Yan's face.
"I don't know if I caught a cold or something." Bian Nan frowned, "The doctor didn't order an injection, so he prescribed the medicine and took it first before observing."
"This is..." Wan Fei whispered into Bian Nan's ear, "Is this urgent?"
"The doctor said that the problem is not serious, so don't worry, just observe first." Bian Nan took out his mobile phone, "Help me keep watch, I will contact Qiu Yi."
"Okay," Wan Fei leaned over to Qiu Yan's bed and bent down, "Er Bao, remember who I am?"
"Brother Wan Fei." Qiu Yan smiled.
"Hey, so good," Wan Fei dug out a pedometer from his pocket for a long time, "Do you know what this is?"
"I don't know." Qiu Yanting stared at it with interest.
"Pedometer, this thing can record how many steps you have taken." Wan Fei handed the pedometer to his eyes, "I will tell you how to play..."
Bian Nan called Qiu Yi, and Qiu Yi's voice sounded listless: "Did you bring me some breakfast? Suddenly, I was so hungry that I wanted to growl."
"I'll buy it for you and take it to you later," Bian Nan wanted to laugh and feel distressed when he heard this, "I'm telling you, don't worry, you're fine."
"What?" Qiu Yi asked.
"Er Bao had a fever of 39 degrees this morning. I just sent him to the emergency room. After taking the medicine, the doctor told him to observe him." Bian Nan finished speaking without too much pause, afraid that if he took a long time to breathe Qiu Yi was in a hurry.
"...Why did you have a fever?" Qiu Yi was still a little anxious.
"The thick quilt I put on yesterday shouldn't catch a cold. I guess it's because I'm worried," Bian Nan said in a low voice, "If I told him not to tell you, you pretended not to know. Got it...how is your dad's side?"
Qiu Yi was silent for a while: "It's not very good. I complained of pain in the middle of the night last night, and after tossing until morning, I have a little fever again."
"Why didn't you tell me in the middle of the night!" Bian Nan was anxious, and regretted yelling at Qiu Yi after speaking, how could Qiu Yi still want to call him in that situation.
"It's fine for the time being, you can come here later." Qiu Yi said.
Bian Nan turned around and explained a few words to Wan Fei. Qiu Yan had already closed his eyes and fell asleep. He touched Qiu Yan's face, turned around and ran towards the inpatient department.
On the way, I jumped in line and bought some cakes at the breakfast stand.
When he ran into the ward, he froze for a moment, there was another piece of equipment in the ward for which he didn't know what to use.
Papa Qiu was lying on the bed with a tube in his mouth.
Bian Nan couldn't even take a step, and leaned against the door without speaking for a long time.
After a long time, he said softly with a trembling voice: "Why... is this so?"
Qiu Yi pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "It's still like this, the thing my dad hates the most, intubation or something..."
Bian Nan opened his mouth and was speechless, walked over and hugged Qiu Yi.
"It's midnight again... Critically ill..." Qiu Yi also hugged him, his voice trembling, "I can't speak anymore."
Bian Nan didn't know how to describe his mood, it was as if all emotions were locked in his heart, unable to cry or shout out.
At this moment, he suddenly felt the painful feeling that Qiu Yi had been suppressing everything in his heart for so long.
Qiu's father is not his father, but to him, he is quite like the father he wants, cheerful and humorous, considerate and trusting children, he is used to seeing Qiu's father in a wheelchair talking about the past at Qiu Yi's house, I am used to seeing Papa Qiu who listens carefully while chatting and bickering.
He was so uncomfortable that he didn't know how to relieve it, what about Qiu Yi
What about the second treasure
Qiu Yan's fever subsided by noon, and he was still a little weak, but he was still in good spirits.
Bian Nan originally wanted Wan Fei to take him home, but Qiu Yan was unwilling and insisted on staying in the ward. For two whole days, he and Qiu Yi Bian Nan sat silently on the sofa in the ward. , only come home at night when going to bed.
It was convenient for Wan Fei to ask for leave from work, so he stayed in the hospital together after two days of leave, and his date with Xu Rui was changed to a chat when Xu Rui helped them deliver meals.
With great difficulty, Shen Tao got off the boat and ran directly to the hospital without returning home.
A few people slammed into the corridor, and they didn't have anything to say, but although everyone couldn't help much, it could still make people feel a little bit more at ease.
Father Qiu has never been fully awake since the tube was inserted, but he would open his eyes occasionally, and he would respond when Qiu Yi and Bian Nan talked to him, but he was unable to express it.
Bian Nan didn't dare to stay in the ward, he was afraid that his emotions would make Papa Qiu uncomfortable.
In just two or three days, Dad Qiu was sent down for the third time to be critically ill.
Qiu Yi didn't sleep all the time, like a real perpetual motion machine, Bian Nan wanted him to rest several times, but he couldn't open his mouth after thinking about it, Qiu Yi has been working hard every day for his father and younger brother for so many years, and finally this situation , no one is qualified to ask him to rest.
Papa Qiu endured another day surrounded by a bunch of instruments and tubes. His condition remained unstable and he had completely fallen into a coma.
The doctor came to have a look, walked out of the ward and called Qiu Yi aside.
Bian Nan leaned against the wall and stared at the doctor's back, Qiu Yi kept silent, the doctor's voice was very low, Bian Nan listened to a few words and guessed.
Exhausted.
ICU.
Ventilator.
He straightened his back abruptly, and looked at Qiu Yi who was facing them.
Bian Nan still clearly remembered what Qiu's father said. He knew that Qiu's father was unwilling to rescue him, and he couldn't accept any intubation, ICU, or ventilator.
But Qiu Yi has never made a statement, whether he agrees or disagrees with Qiu's father, he has never said.
Now, although no one wants to, it has reached the last step.
Bian Nan stared at Qiu Yi, he didn't know what answer he wanted Qiu Yi to give the doctor, his heart was in a mess and he was almost unable to think.
Qiu Yi was silent for a long time after the doctor finished speaking, and finally said something softly.
The doctor nodded, turned around, passed in front of several people and walked into the ward, explaining to the nurse what to pay attention to later.
Bian Nan had already guessed Qiu Yi's answer when he was silent, and when he heard that the doctor didn't mention preparing the patient for ICU in the ward, his heart sank to the bottom.
"Qiu Yi," he walked slowly in front of Qiu Yi, "You...have you given up?"
Qiu Yi raised his head and glanced at him, his bloodshot eyes were full of pain.
"Yes." Qiu Yi said.
"Why!" Bian Nan roared, and suddenly pushed Qiu Yi's chest, "You are still alive! Why give up!"
Qiu Yi was pushed back by him and staggered a few steps, hitting the door of the fire escape.
"What are you thinking!" Bian Nan rushed up and pushed him into the fire escape, grabbing his collar, "Why did you give up? Are you crazy!"
Wan Fei and Shen Tao ran over, each trying to pull Bian Nan away.
"Brother Nan, Brother Nan," Wan Fei tugged at his arm, "Don't do this, Qiu Yi doesn't feel well either..."
"It's so bad that he's still like this!" Bian Nan roared, struggled a bit, threw Wan Fei and Shen Tao aside, and stared at Qiu Yi, "He said he didn't want to rescue you, didn't he? He's your father Ah! How are you going to explain it to Erbao!"
Qiu Yi leaned against the wall and glared at him, and after a while he said, "Rescue means staying in the ICU for a few more days of pain."
Bian Nan didn't speak, he was speechless, at last he took a look at Qiu Yi, turned around and rushed down the stairs.
After rushing out of the hospital, Bian Nan sat down on the flower bed by the roadside, holding his head.
He couldn't stay outside the ward any longer, watching Papa Qiu's life disappear little by little.
He bit his lip hard.
That's all
Is that the end
Papa Qiu is like this... Is he leaving soon
Bian Nan felt chills all over his body. He had no right to interfere with Qiu Yi's decision. He also knew some things. Indeed, the end result of rescue and non-rescue is the same. This disease is like this, and no one can recover.
But even if he could understand it intellectually, and even knew that Qiu's father repeatedly emphasized that he was unwilling to go through such a toss, but emotionally, he couldn't accept it.
That's it... give up.
Bian Nan didn't know how long he sat on the side of the road. When the street lights came on, someone walked up to him and stopped.
Bian Nan raised his head, and when he saw the gloomy expression on Shen Tao's face, he knew that the moment he couldn't avoid had just come, and tears rolled down his face.
"You are so uncomfortable," Shen Tao looked at him, "How uncomfortable will Qiu Yi be?"
"I know," Bian Nan stood up, "I know."
He turned and rushed into the hospital.
Before he had time to wait for the elevator, Bian Nan ran up the stairs directly.
When the door of the ward was pushed open, the two nurses were silently removing the tubes and lines of various instruments.
Qiu Yi knelt quietly in front of the hospital bed.
Bian Nan walked very slowly, stopped behind Qiu Yi, knelt down behind Qiu Yi, and stretched out his arms to hug him.
Qiu Yi didn't move, and after a long time, he lowered his head and grabbed his wrist, holding it very tightly.
There is a warm feeling in the hand.
Qiu Yi's tears fell on his hands one by one.
"Qiu Yi," Bian Nan hugged him tightly, "Don't be sad...don't be sad...you didn't do anything wrong, you didn't do anything wrong..."
Qiu Yi grabbed his wrist hard, his fingertips almost pinched into his skin, and finally let out a suppressed roar: "Dad—"
The author has something to say: continue tomorrow.
My grandfather passed away from cholangiocarcinoma last year, within a few months, on the second day of my birthday.
Grandpa was a person who was particularly afraid of death, and he paid great attention to his illness and so on, but in my memory, the last sentence he said before he passed away was, it's too uncomfortable, let me die.
I feel that it must be too painful for a person who is so afraid of death to say such a thing. When I was lying in the ICU with my hands and feet tied, my sister saw my grandpa crying and asked him if he was uncomfortable. Grandpa ordered nod.
But we still let the doctor rescue, all methods.
Sometimes I think, what should my relatives do at this time, if I can go back and do it again, I may... want to give up, but I feel that I can't do it, not because of filial piety, but because of reluctance, once I leave, It's a painful feeling to never see you again.
I'm sorry for embarrassing everyone by writing such unpleasant things in the text.
Tomorrow will slowly start to sweeten, the author will not squat in the corner tomorrow, let’s count the mushrooms there first, okay