the patient next door

He didn't know much about that operation, but one thing was clear, in the Chinese idiom, it was a narrow escape.Today's medical level, even if it is an expert surgeon, cannot guarantee that the operation will be successful.However, the patient chose to try. On this point, Qiuben didn't want to agree, but he had to admire his courage.

Seeing that the conversation between the two had come to an end, Qiuben hurriedly walked back carrying the hot water bottle. At this moment, Qiuben didn't want to confront the patient head-on.As the old saying goes: he is not who he is, and he is not obligated to tell him anything about himself.At best, he and his patients are just roommates who live in the same ward, just like what he calls him, they are just friends of patients.

As if nothing had happened, Akimoto remained the same, lazily leaning on the hospital bed, holding the claw machine in his hand, tapping the screen once and for all.There is a gap on both sides of the half-closed window sill, and the evening breeze blowing through the plain curtains also brings a faint fragrance of herbs.

The greening of this hospital is very good. Even in this season, it is still lush and vibrant. Those shrubs and flowers that he can’t name are always inadvertently bumped into his eyes. better.

When Yukimura returned to the ward, Akimoto was looking out of the window in a daze. The screen of the claw machine in his hand had long been darkened, and he was grasping it loosely in his palm.He sensed his patient approaching, and he closed the window and drew the curtains.

The light has dimmed a lot, but it doesn’t affect it. Akimoto lights up the phone screen and opens TXT. He only read a little of the previous novel. When there is no internet (wifi) and he doesn’t want to watch TV to relieve boredom, he uses it to pass the time It could not be better.

The patient in the next bed seemed very tired. Instead of moving the TV remote control at the head of the bed, he lifted the quilt and lay down, staring blankly at the incandescent lamp on the ceiling, his eyes out of focus.

Very tacitly, no one opened their mouths to speak.

An aisle is split into two, one is on the left and the other is on the right. The two have their own concerns, and they are free from thoughts.It wasn't until very late that Qiuben fell asleep with the claw machine.When he woke up the next day, he was still repeating the life of the previous day, not wanting his patients to notice his abnormality, so Qiu Ben hid out after finishing the treatment, and did not come back until very late.

Opening the door of the ward, Qiuben saw the patient sitting on the bed, saw him come in, and smiled at him as usual.He should have responded politely, but when he heard what the patient said, the corners of his mouth dropped.

"I haven't said it all the time. In fact, I will have an operation in a while."

Like a thunderbolt from the blue, Qiu Ben was stunned in place for a long time before he recovered his voice.Murmured and moved, Akimoto comforted, "It will be successful..."

"You will have the chance to play tennis again." I am very clear about the importance of tennis in the hearts of patients, and I also know how serious the disease is.For an athlete, suffering from this disease is undoubtedly a blow, but he will be fine.

"Well, thank you." Nodding, Yukimura accepted the blessing.Seeing Qiuben's dignified expression, he suddenly broke his work, tilted his head, and said casually, "Well, let me be the first person to try crabs. If it succeeds, Qiuben will go again. Try. If it fails..."

"It will be successful." Interrupting the patient's words, Akimoto looked at him fixedly, "Why is Yukimura-kun so unconfident in himself? Didn't the doctor say that the success rate of the operation is 90.00%?" With a chuckle, Akimoto Jokingly, there was a sound in his mouth.

"Why is Yukimura-kun worried about such a high percentage?" Akimoto looked at the patient jokingly, slightly dissatisfied.

Yukimura was a little moved, and echoed Akimoto's words, joking, "Ah? Why not [-]%? The remaining [-]%..."

"The remaining 90.00% depends on you, Yukimura-kun. If Yukimura-kun is confident, then the success rate is 90.00%. If Yukimura-kun is not so confident, then it is only [-]%. Hey, let's choose... Yukimura-kun, do you want a [-]% success rate, or [-]%?"

"Hehe, that's it...then I'll leave the 90.00% to Akimoto-kun for safekeeping, and just take the [-]% success rate, let me be cowardly for the remaining [-]%..." Low Head, clutching the trousers of the hospital gown, his body trembling slightly, Yukimura tried his best to suppress the choked sobs in his mouth, and swallowed them all.

"Okay." Patting the patient's soft head, Qiuben accepted his entrustment.

"Excuse me." After three knocks on the door, the door was pushed open, and people in different colored clothes poured into the ward.

"Yukimura-kun, it's time."

"Okay." Lying on the flat car, Yukimura put his hair into a disposable medical cap as required.

Looking at the patient's completely unfamiliar appearance, Qiu Ben's eyes were a little sore, "Damn it!"

Compared to "go all the way", Qiuben chose to say "come on".Who made the patient so unconfident, if he didn't say 'come on', how could he have the courage.

"Okay." Responding softly, Yukimura was pushed out of the ward little by little until he disappeared at the door.

Akimoto didn't follow. First, he didn't want to see the red "under operation"; second, he didn't like to wait.As usual, he played with the claw machine until it ran out of power.

The low battery warning popped up again, but this time Qiuben didn't rush to find the charger, threw the claw machine, and ran out in a hurry.

The operating room is independent on the first floor, and it takes less than 1 minute to take the elevator.However, he chose to take the stairs.

Panting, he rushed upstairs, and after the safe passage a few steps away was the operation floor. Qiuben didn't want to see the scarlet letter and didn't want to wait, so he chose to rest quietly by the closed metal door.Just like on the rooftop, let your mind go and ignore the flow of time.

It's a pity that there are blue sky and white clouds to look at on the top floor, but here there are only stairs for him to count.

After some time, Akimoto got tired of the stairs.The deep cold ground under the buttocks still has no temperature, and the almost unfeeling August [-]th (buttocks) is icy cold.Holding on to the ground, he got up, and Qiuben went downstairs.The door of the ward, which was closed when he left, was still closed, but there were a few more people in the corridor outside the door, wearing black and yellow sportswear, the style he had seen before.

Pushing against the door, carefully pushed it open, the layout of the corner made Qiuben unable to see the front, but the sound of 'beep beep' was heard in his ears.

In the dark room, the bed on one side is raised, and the patient is lying flat on the bed in the ward, with his head tilted to the outside, and the ECG monitor is placed on the table next to the bed.

An oxygen mask was on the paler face than before, and a cuff was tied on one hand. He breathed in every once in a while, and the green waveform was beating. The high value made Akimoto think of something.

If the nurse came to measure the blood pressure now, Qiuben would have evidence that the patient's blood pressure was on the high side just like him, and the bright color couldn't be denied.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.Hey, Yukimura-kun, you are the first person who managed to eat a crab without being caught by it.

Stepping lightly, Akimoto walked to his bedside and sat down.According to his common sense, a patient has to wait for the anesthetic to wear off before waking up. Calculated by the time, it will take at least one to two hours.

What can you do in an hour or two?One to two hours is enough for him to read half of a [-] KB novel, but unfortunately, his claw machine just ran out of battery.Unable to think of what to do, he finally couldn't bear the sleepiness, so he lay down and fell asleep.

When he woke up, the patient in the next bed had already opened his eyes, and the ECG monitoring was also turned off. Although he was still breathing oxygen, he didn't look so scary anymore.

There was a person standing beside the patient's bed. If he wasn't wearing a hat and sportswear, Qiuben would have thought it was a potted plant brought by the nurse.

He had seen that person before. He looked old and not at all like a middle school student, and his face was as hard as glue.I don't know how long he stood there, but he seemed to have something to say to his patients.

Qiu Ben had a good night's sleep and was quite refreshed. Seeing the patient's teammates coming in one after another to fill the room, he thoughtfully prepared to go for a walk and come back later.

Walking out of the door, and intimately leading them to the door, Qiu Ben walked to the doctor's office, planning to discuss with the attending doctor about his operation.

His illness is like a firecracker soaked in water, sparks will appear from time to time, although it won't burn to the end in a short time, it's better to get rid of the uncertain factors as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, he didn't care whether the attending doctor was tired or not, so he knocked on the door.

However, sometimes, when people are unlucky, they really get stuck between their teeth when they drink water.Who would have thought that the attending doctor who has always been diligent and never leaves early or is late will not be here.It was obviously not time to get off work, but Akimoto was told that the attending doctor had gone home.

Unable to return after doing nothing, Qiuben had no choice but to stand in the corridor and wait until those teenagers came out one after another before returning to the ward.

As soon as he entered the door, Qiuben felt that the atmosphere was not right. The patient in the next bed was still tired, and even his eyes were gray.

"Wang Lihai lost to Qingxue..."

It was the first time Akimoto had heard the word 'Qingxue', but 'Lihai' was no stranger to him. Not to mention it, he had heard it from a taxi driver recently.Thinking about it carefully, the sportswear worn by the teammates of the patient seems to be the specific specifications of a certain school. Isn’t the school badge on the left chest the Lihai University?

Although Qiuben's Mandarin is not good, he still knows every word that should be known.

"Is 'Qingxue' very good?" Akimoto didn't know much about sports, and he didn't know much about school team competitions like his friends, so he didn't know who was strong and who was weak.

"Hehe... how powerful?" The smile was uglier than the cry, and the twisted face was full of sarcasm.

"The national (competition) champion will be our Lihai!"