you have to talk to me

Ever since his grandma entered the ICU, Yang Fan couldn't sleep well at night. In addition to worrying in his heart, the patient's condition was always worse at night.In the first two nights of delivery, the old lady gave first aid, and he was called up in the middle of the night to sign.Afterwards, this incident became a concern in his heart, and he could not sleep deeply every night, and would wake up with a start if there was any movement.

That night Feng Jimeng was by his side, holding his hand, whether he was accompanied by someone, or if he got some comfort and strength from others, Yang Fan quickly fell asleep.

He had a dream. He dreamed that when he was in college, he finally got through the holidays. He went home by car, and the old lady was waiting for him at the intersection as usual.I don't know why, this time he saw his grandma was very happy, so happy that he burst into tears, rushed up to hug her, and said in a broken voice, "Grandma, your illness is cured."

The old lady was sober and in good spirits, and said happily: "Okay, everything is okay."

"Really okay?"

"Okay, Xiaofan, don't cry, grandma's illness is cured, and she won't be sick again."

cry?He was indeed crying, but Yang Fan couldn't remember why he was crying, and he didn't know why he said that his grandma was sick, she was standing in front of him clearly.

"Grandma, let's go home."

Yang Fan helped the old lady, walked through the alley of Baiyang Road, passed two grocery stores, and arrived at their community.

The old lady sent Yang Fan downstairs, but didn't go in.

Yang Fan waved to her: "Grandma, come in quickly."

"I'm not coming."

"Where are you going?"

"I'll go find your grandfather." After speaking, the old lady turned her head and left.

Yang Fan took two steps into the building, feeling something was wrong, and then remembered that his grandfather had passed away many years ago.When he turned around and wanted to stop grandma, she had disappeared.

Yang Fan suddenly turned pale with fright, ran out to catch up with her, and shouted her name loudly...

Woooooo... Woooooo... The phone vibrated crazily. In the quiet night, the vibration alone was particularly harsh.

Feng Jimeng opened his eyes first, turned on the bedside lamp, pushed Yang Fan, and said sleepily, "Brother, the phone...Brother, your phone is ringing."

Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes wide and sat up suddenly from the bed.

Calls late at night are always an ominous omen. He took the phone and checked, and it turned out to be a call from the hospital.

"Shi Guizhi's family, right?"

"Yes, I am, what's the matter?"

"The blood vessel in the patient's brain ruptured again. The situation is very critical. An operation is needed immediately. Where are you? Come to the hospital to sign."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Yang Fan jumped up from the bed and quickly put on his clothes.Feng Jimeng also sat up and began to dress.It was so close that he could clearly hear the voice on the phone just now.

Yang Fan put on his trousers, glanced at Feng Jimeng: "Sleep with you."

"I am with you."

Yang Fan didn't have time to take care of him, so he quickly got dressed, grabbed his phone and room card, and went out.Feng Jimeng put on her coat, kicked her shoes, followed Yang Fan into the elevator, and then squatted down to lift up the heels of her shoes.

Yang Fan's complexion was a little scary, Feng Jimeng had never seen him like this, and his grandmother was not in a good condition before, but at that time he just looked anxious and tired.Feng Jimeng went to hold his hand and tried to talk: "Brother, grandma will be fine."

Yang Fan didn't move, didn't speak, and was still recalling the interrupted dream just now, at this moment, it was more like a bad omen.

The hand that Feng Jimeng was holding was covered with greasy sweat, but the palm was cold.

There is only one road across the hotel from the gate of the hospital. Yang Fan didn't care about the traffic light 50 meters away, and turned over the flower bed and railing in front of him. Feng Jimeng followed closely, walking as fast as if he was going to fly.

Following the doctor's instructions, Yang Fan went straight to the operating room of the hospital. Grandma had already pushed into the operating room, waiting for his consent.As soon as he arrived, a doctor brought a stack of documents, and the first thing Yang Fan put in front of him was the critical illness notice.

"The patient's condition is very bad. The hemorrhage point in the cerebellum ruptured again, and the intracranial pressure continued to increase. The intracranial hematoma must be removed immediately, otherwise he will die soon." He gave it to Yang Fan, and quickly reported the contents of the consent form.

"However, with such a physical condition, surgery is also very dangerous, and the survival rate may only be 30.00%."

After Yang Fan signed the consent form for the operation, the doctor handed over all the consent forms for blood transfusion, anesthesia, and self-payment, and also quickly reported the contents of the consent form.Yang Fan raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He quickly signed and stamped papers one by one, and the doctor's words buzzed in his ears, forming a piece of unclear meaning.

After finishing the last word, Yang Fan put down the pen with a "snap".The doctor took away the stack of papers, Yang Fan followed two steps to the operating room, but was stopped by the doctor.He watched the door of the operating room close in front of his eyes, and a stream of sweat slid down his temples to his chin.

The operating room was very busy, the door was sometimes opened and sometimes closed, and the nurses were hurrying to take things out or send them in, and there was no time to comfort the anxious family members outside the door.

However, the time in front of Yang Fan and Feng Jimeng's eyes was passing by minute by minute. Yang Fan put his hands on his knees and drooped powerlessly, his fingers trembled slightly, and he also lowered his head. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Jimeng looked at the three words "in operation", then at Yang Fan's side face, stretched out his hand, held his palm from the inside, and dug his fingers into his.Yang Fan held Feng Jimeng's hand with both hands, lowered his head, and put his forehead on his hand, in a prayer posture.

Outside the window at the end of the corridor, the night gradually faded, the sky began to turn white, and the early birds could not help but chirp. It was just an ordinary April morning.

When the first ray of sky light leaked in, the red light "in operation" went out, the operating room opened, and the doctor came out.The surgeon who performed the surgery took off his mask, revealing his sweat-drenched face.

"The bleeding has stopped and the hematoma has cleared up. The next 24 hours is a dangerous period. But the patient's condition is not very good. Both the big and small brains have shrunk to varying degrees. This cerebellar hemorrhage aggravated the brain damage. During the critical period, 90.00% of the patients are in a vegetative state."

Yang Fan listened and nodded mechanically: "As long as people can live."

The doctor wanted to say something, but grandma had already pushed it out, and she was sent to the ICU again immediately, and the doctor followed.Yang Fan and Feng Jimeng also followed, but a nurse stopped them from getting too close.

Feng Jimeng could only see a few bottles, and a bruised and skinny back of his hand with a needle stuck in it, protruding from the gap in the quilt.

Grandma was sent to the ICU, and a new stack of critical illness notices was brought over again for Yang Fan to sign.

The sky is already bright, and the sun is shining brightly. From the wide open windows, you can smell the warmth of late spring outside.Feng Jimeng went to the place where Yang Fan usually bought steamed buns, and bought two drawers of steamed stuffed buns, thinking that the takeaway porridge was inconvenient to drink, so he replaced it with two cups of soy milk.

When he came back, the doctors surrounding Yang Fan finally left.Feng Jimeng sat down beside him and bumped his arm: "Brother, eat something."

Yang Fan gently pushed away the steaming plastic bag, and licked the dry corner of his mouth: "I can't eat it."

But Feng Jimeng stubbornly handed him the bag again, but Yang Fan couldn't help it, so he took a few mouthfuls absent-mindedly.

After getting up at two o'clock in the middle of the night, after breakfast, Feng Jimeng was a little sleepy.The sun shone in from the window and moved to him, warm.He opened the front of his clothes, leaned his face in the shadow behind Yang Fan, and dozed off.

"Go back to the hotel and sleep if you're sleepy." Yang Fan pushed him.

"No, I can't sleep, I just want to rest for a while."

Feng Jimeng tilted her head and buried it on Yang Fan's shoulder, just leaning against him with her eyes closed.

Not long after, the nurse brought another stack of notices for Yang Fan to sign. The most important thing to do today is to sign.

Yu Gang didn't come because Feng Jimeng was here today. Feng Jimeng originally wanted to tell him about his grandmother's situation, but Yang Fan stopped him.At noon, Feng Jimeng went to buy food, picked out all the restaurants around the hospital, and picked one that he thought Yang Fan would like to eat, but Yang Fan really couldn't eat, so he only drank some water.

Another critical illness notification was issued in the afternoon, and today Yang Fan did not leave the door of this room except to go to the bathroom.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the doctor opened the door of the ICU and let the family members go in to see the patient for the last time.

Yang Fan went in, and Feng Jimeng followed for the first time.Yang Fan called out to grandma, but the people on the hospital bed didn't respond. Except for the curve that marked the heartbeat was still beating, grandma couldn't see any signs of life.So Yang Fan just took her hand and quietly stayed aside.

At ten past six, when the last ray of the sun disappeared below the horizon, grandma's heart stopped beating.

Feng Jimeng watched the old man swallow his last breath, probably because his grandma had been in a coma, so he swallowed it quietly.If it weren't for the too sharp sound of the machine, the death that happened to a person was as silent as the withering that happened to a flower.

This was Feng Jimeng's first time facing death directly, it was sad, but he felt a sense of relief, as if the knife hanging in his heart finally fell down, piercing him in pain, but there was no need to be afraid that the knife would fall down.

He didn't know how Yang Fan felt, he thought Yang Fan would break down or cry, but he didn't.Except for the bloodshot eyes from staying up all night, and the tiredness on his face, there was only a kind of cruel calm and sobriety.

He put the cold hand back on the bed and covered himself with the covers.After the doctor removed the tubes and instruments from the old lady, he followed her to the morgue.Then he signed in an orderly manner, went through the formalities, took the death certificate, and then contacted the funeral home to determine the time to send the person back.

It was already late at night after a busy schedule, Yang Fan came out of the hospital, suddenly remembered, and asked, "You didn't eat anything at night, did you?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Eat something if you're not hungry, let's go and have some porridge."

They were drinking porridge in a 24-hour snack bar. Yang Fan said, "I'll send grandma back to the countryside early tomorrow morning. There will be a funeral or something. I'll let you know when the date is confirmed."

Feng Jimeng didn't even look up: "I'll finish grandma's funeral with you."

Yang Fan raised his eyes and stared at Feng Jimeng for a long time, and finally ruffled his hair.

"Feng Jimeng..."

"Ah."

"Thank you."