They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Xun Zhen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Probably the operation has eliminated all possible accidents, and all the news from the intensive care unit is good news.

Every time the awakening was successful, the cerebrospinal fluid did not leak, the hearing and vision were normal, the physical responses were normal, and he could answer simple questions.

There was no suffocation and respiratory dysfunction, and the vital signs were always stable.

Although there was a lot of blood loss, the bleeding was stopped in time and completely, and there was no secondary bleeding and hematoma, and no irreversible damage to the nerves...

The intensive care unit wakes up patients every 10 minutes, and Dean Xun will explain the situation every 10 minutes.

This went back and forth until late at night, even he himself felt that it was too disturbing, he hesitated at the door of the lounge: "...Mr. Ming?"

"Quick." Ming Lu's expression became more and more relaxed, he put down his pocket watch and nodded with a smile, "Mr. is waiting for you."

Xun Zhen heaved a sigh of relief, walked quickly into the lounge, and explained to Ming Weiting about the next arrangement.

"Ming——" Xun Zhen's heart was basically settled, and he was finally able to pronounce the name without anxiety, "Ming Chi."

It has to be said that the combination of these two words is indeed far better than the previous combination.

If he was asked to pick anything at will, he would definitely pick such a bright-looking name.

"So far, there have been no complications and no signs of infection." Xun Zhen said, "I stayed overnight in the intensive care unit because I wanted to prescribe him an analgesic pump for a while longer."

Xun Zhen hesitated for a while, but added: "Now we must strictly ensure emotional stability. The nurse didn't ask him more things, but just had the simplest basic conversation with him... It is not yet possible to judge the condition of memory damage."

"It's okay." Ming Weiting nodded, "Thank you."

"It was originally our duty."

Seeing that he didn't care, Xun Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly shook his head: "Cerebral edema may occur in the early morning, and the blood loss is too much to avoid, but it will not be too serious. You can go back to the ward when the swelling subsides and stabilizes, and someone will pay attention at any time. "

He quickly finished the rest of the sentence: "The next step is to recuperate, recuperate, recover, and pay attention to avoiding intracranial infection... The time of the operation has been controlled as much as possible, and the operation is also cautious. There should be no infection."

"The little girl's operation followed him, and it was quite successful." Xun Zhen said with a smile, "It's called success here. The next operation table will be very lucky. It's the good luck he brought. Looking back You have to give him a red envelope."

Ming Weiting looked at Ming Lu, who nodded: "There is indeed such a saying, sir."

It's true in hospitals.It's okay to say that it's a little superstitious to win a lottery, or it's okay to say that there are psychological factors.

After all, if the first operation of the day is a great success, the back of the operating table will become smoother and smoother, and most of the patients who go up there will be safe and smooth.

Ming Lu briefly explained, and then added: "There is another saying - if even the doctor is in the mood to joke, it means that he is out of danger, and there will basically be no more problems in the future."

Xun Zhen nodded, and then he realized that he seemed to have forgotten to say this sentence, and quickly added: "Actually, it can be judged to be out of danger now, basically it doesn't matter."

After he finished speaking, seeing Ming Weiting finally showing a relaxed expression, he finally settled down in his heart.

——Even after the operation was successful, Xun Zhen and the psychological team were worried about it.

Such cases are not uncommon.After brain surgery, the patient and the people around the patient may not be able to accept the results of memory damage and adapt to a new life.

But now it seems that this matter is not so important.

Dean Xun's footsteps were finally relaxed, and he quickly left the lounge.

The other side also went smoothly. The next morning, the intensive care unit sent the person back to the ward safely.

……

The only one who was not going well was the manager of the Ming family.

After one night, Ming Lu still failed to persuade Ming Weiting to go to rest.

Nearly [-] years old, Director Ming no longer had the stamina to stay with his predecessor for three days and three nights, so he woke up after sleeping half the night with his clothes on, and saw Ming Weiting still sitting by the hospital bed.

Ming Weiting's posture was slightly different from before, and his figure seemed to be relaxed.Ming Lu approached quietly with light steps and found more differences.

The hospital bed, which was empty before, was already occupied by someone again this time.

Ming Lu squatted down and checked the information card on the new hospital bed.

He straightened the data card, and when Ming Weiting looked over, he smiled and beckoned softly: "Ming Chi."

Ming Weiting's expression was much more relaxed than before, and when he heard the name, he also smiled slightly.He nodded and looked at the person who was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed.

"Mingchi."

The young master of the Ming family who had a new name closed his eyes, one hand was held by Ming Weiting, and the indwelling needle in the other hand was still connected to the analgesic pump.His breathing was long and steady, and he was sleeping soundly.

Ming Lu asked softly, "Haven't you woke up yet?"

Ming Weiting nodded.He asked Xun Zhen, so he was not in a hurry, and said in a low voice, "I'm too tired, so I need to sleep a little longer."

Ming Lu stood up and walked to the hospital bed with light movements.

In private, he and his husband have actually mentioned this name many times, so they don't feel unfamiliar at all.

The "brightness" of the Ming family was not inherited entirely by blood, but a group of people who were originally in the shadows gathered together and lit a bonfire to break the darkness into light, so it was passed down like this.

Ming Chi sleeps next to Mr.

——There is nothing special about this sentence.It is like a most common sentence, but it is just talking about the situation at hand.

The young master of the Ming family passed through that life-and-death test, and now he is sleeping soundly beside his husband.

But it seems that because it is ordinary, it is extraordinarily special.

It's so special that it makes people think about those few hours yesterday, and when they bring their minds back to their eyes, they can't help but find something to thank them for.

The Ming family has always had no beliefs. Ming Lu decided to refer to Xun Zhen's method and send red envelopes to all the gods to show his gratitude. He smiled and nodded: "Then sleep a little longer."

Ming Weiting sat on the edge of the bed, he bent his shoulders, and rested his forehead on the hand he was holding.

Ming Lu came over and squatted down, whispering: "Sir."

"I'm not thinking about anything." Ming Weiting knew what Uncle Lu wanted to ask, and shook his head slightly, "I just want to thank him very much."

After coming out of the intensive care unit, the patient was basically confirmed to be out of danger, and some circumstances during the operation were finally notified to the family members.

Insufficient anesthesia during the operation is the biggest surprise, which is difficult to detect by any examination.Once there is restlessness, struggle or even awakening during the operation, it may bring unimaginable consequences.

But no matter how much the heart rate monitor alarmed, it never stopped. The heart beat more firmly than any surgery simulation deduction.

It seems that it is really because I made an appointment that I will never stop this time, so I kept dancing for him.

"The young master must be very proud when he wakes up and finds out about this."

Ming Lu already had experience, so he reminded in a low voice: "Sir, remember to tell him."

Ming Weiting responded, and he still maintained that posture, quietly resting his forehead on that hand.

He closed his eyes without moving for so long that Ming Lu almost thought he had just fallen asleep, and got up to get a thin blanket, only to hear Ming Weiting say again: "Xun Zhen said."

Minglu stopped.

"He just woke up, he will be completely dazed." Ming Weiting said, "I don't remember anything."

Ming Weiting continued in a slow voice: "There was too much blood loss, and there was mild cerebral edema in the early morning. Although it subsided quickly, it would still cause short-term cognitive impairment."

Ming Lu's expression turned serious, and he asked in a low voice, "How short?"

"One to two hours." Ming Weiting paused for a long while before speaking slowly, "There is no sequelae, compared to ordinary people, it's like falling asleep."

Ming Lu's heart that had just been suspended fell down with a thud, and he stood tongue-tied for a long time, and suddenly found that Mr. Ming, who was bowing his head, had a particularly inconspicuous smile. It was half surprised and half funny: "When did you learn to joke?"

Ming Lu came to his senses very quickly, and before Ming Weiting could answer, he nodded first: "Yes, I learned from the young master these days... I was nervous all day and night, so I came to scare the old man."

Ming Weiting's expression was finally completely relaxed.He slowly held that hand, raised his head with a smile, and looked at the always calm and prudent head of the Ming family: "When did Uncle Lu learn to joke?"

Ming Lu knew how to joke, but he was too young to be like a young man.

He has not been so relaxed in many years, followed these two young people to see this matter is completely settled, and even sincerely looked forward to the next days: "These days." Ming Lu said with a smile, "I learned from the young master. "

The smile in Ming Weiting's eyes was even more obvious, and he raised his hand to touch the young master's earlobe: "It's so powerful."

Ming Lu had asked Xun Zhen before that as long as someone woke up, he could drink a small amount of water and eat, so he also took out a piece of peach candy from his pocket and put it beside the hospital bed: "It's so powerful."

Ming Weiting looked at the candy.He sat quietly for a while, finally moved his palm away, put the warmed hand back under the quilt, and covered the edge of the quilt carefully.

He took all these very seriously, and after finishing everything, he curled up his fingers and clicked those quietly closed eyelashes.

Ming Weiting stood up, he sat by the bed for too long, he stopped for a few seconds before he recovered from the numbness in his legs: "Uncle Lu."

Ming Lu looked at his movements and came back to his senses: "Sir?"

"I'll go inside, tell me immediately if there's any situation." Ming Weiting said, "For the time being, please take care of him."

The "inside" he mentioned is a separate compartment in the single ward, which is provided for the accompanying family members to rest.

The size of the cubicle is not too big, behind the screen in the corner of the ward, once the door is closed, the outside can hardly be seen.

Ming Lu was stunned for a moment, and after pondering for a while, he immediately reacted: "What else did Xun Zhen say? Sir, after all, he doesn't fully understand the situation, and some things can be discussed in light of the specific situation."

Ming Weiting shook his head: "What he said is very reasonable, and I agree."

After confirming Ming Weiting's attitude, Xun Zhen spoke more courageously, and further explained to him in detail the plan that is most suitable for the early recovery of this kind of memory-impaired patients.

The most taboo thing for brain surgery patients is mood swings.Any mood swing, even slightly drastic, has the potential to lead to increased intracranial pressure and instability of unhealed hemostasis.

To achieve the best prognostic effect, of course, such mood swings should be avoided as much as possible.

"Mingchi's situation." Xun Zhen said, "I can't be sure how much memory he has left...but according to the medical records, he had forced memory before and caused headaches."

Xun Zhen hesitated for a while, then said in a low voice, "We are somewhat worried."

——Whether the young masters of the Ming family who woke up would desperately search for their memories if they saw someone who couldn't remember at all, but who had to remember anyway, they weren't really sure about it.

Ming Lu didn't know what to say after listening, but couldn't help frowning slowly.

"It's just that during this time, when his physical condition is completely stable, he will no longer have such worries."

Ming Weiting simply explained that he didn't think this matter would lead to any fundamental change: "Uncle Lu, I made a 95-page plan, and sooner or later I'm going to chase him."

Ming Lu immediately remembered the 95 pages of overly detailed plan, half headache and half laughing, so he nodded: "Yes."

Ming Lu probably guessed that the "chasing him" that Ming Weiting said was shorthand for "chasing his star".

After all, having to say so many words every time is really not in line with the reticent personality of this gentleman from the Ming family.As for whether this statement has any other meaning... Even if there is, it probably won't appear in Ming Weiting's knowledge reserve.

But this time Ming Lu didn't intend to correct him, but just gave him a piece of peach candy: "Sir, work hard."

Ming Weiting nodded solemnly: "I will recite it."

Ming Lu couldn't help laughing this time.He really wanted Ming Weiting to sleep for a few hours, he didn't make any further comments on this arrangement, and sat down beside the bed, watching the door of the compartment being gently closed.

……

In the few hours after that, Ming Lu sat in the chair beside the hospital bed, thinking about a lot of things.

In fact, he often feels that his husband has changed a lot under the influence of the young master-this kind of change is very comfortable.Probably because it is too comfortable, so if you want to stop here abruptly and start again, you will always have some regrets.

But this kind of worry is indeed very reasonable, so even if there is some regret, it does not seem to be completely unacceptable.

It was a 95-page plan after all.

Don't talk about chasing stars, even chasing people can probably succeed.

Ming Lu didn't intend to remind Ming Weiting specially.But he is indeed going to look for an opportunity to sort out the stories of the previous generation of Mr. and Mrs., find an opportunity to be dragged to play truth or dare, and tell them as a story.

Mr. Shangdai became serious after his wife passed away, and he was actually very energetic when he was young.At that time, Ming Lu was also young, and he helped to come up with a lot of quite romantic tricks, and finally let his wife jump on the boat with a suitcase and a skirt.

Of course, the situations of the two are not the same, but if you can speak out at the right time, maybe it will provide some inspiration and inspiration for Mr.

Ming Lu came back to his senses, he noticed the movement on the hospital bed, got up and walked over quickly: "Young master?"

The person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, looked around for a while with some difficulty, his expression was blank, and he tried to sit up with one hand.

The strength in Ming Lu's hand was gentle, he stopped his movement in time, and raised the bed slightly: "Your name is Ming Chi, you are sick, and you just had an operation."

Those eyes blinked twice, and then repeated: "Ming Chi."

"Ming Chi." Ming Lu nodded, took off the data card beside the bed, and showed it to him, "Do you like it?"

Obviously like it.

Even though everything was still blank for the time being, after recognizing these two words, the blankness in those eyes almost faded away quickly, and then lit up.

Ming Lu adjusted the height of the hospital bed and saw that even his ears turned a little red, so he couldn't help being curious: "What's wrong?"

"I like it." He replied softly, "Why does it sound so nice?"

Sitting there by himself, he showed a cautious expression as he unwrapped presents, and repeated these two words over and over silently several times.

Ming Lu laughed, and called him softly, letting him get used to the name: "Ming Chi."

The young man whose name was called was leaning on the hospital bed. His face was pale, and most of his recovered body had been squeezed out by a major operation, but his eyes still brightened following the name: "It's calling me."

"I'm calling you." Ming Lu smiled and nodded, "Ming Chi."

His eyes suddenly rolled up, and although he couldn't make a loud noise, he still let out an "um" forcefully.

Ming Lu accompanied him to practice back and forth several times, and he didn't stop until he got used to it completely.

It is only a short-term reversible cognitive impairment, which will not affect its own personality.Ming Lu put a gentle look on his face, brought the water over, helped Ming Chi's hand to hold it steady: "You call me Uncle Lu."

Ming Chi blinked and raised his head.

"I'm here to take care of you, you can ask me if you have anything..." Ming Lu stopped in the middle of speaking, "What's wrong?"

Ming Chi looked at the thing stuffed into his hand.

Recalling the special circumstances that cognitive impairment may exist, Ming Lu pondered for a while, and explained to him: "This is a cup with water in it, which can quench your thirst."

Ming Lu helped him lift the water glass up and put it against his lips: "Take a sip slowly, don't drink too much."

Ming Chi called "Uncle Lu" first, and then followed what he said, and slowly sipped a small amount of water.

He hadn't drank water for more than 48 hours, and he relied on the bottle for rehydration. He tried to swallow the water, and his thirsty throat was instantly cool and comfortable, and his eyes lit up again.

"I have a little bit." Ming Chi thought for a while, "Nominal aphasia."

His thinking logic is still normal, but he can't remember anything for the time being, he can't remember anyone's name, and he can't name the things around him.

Ming Chi hesitated for a while, but still asked Uncle Lu in a low voice: "Is it temporary?"

"Yes, the minor complications caused by the operation can be relieved soon." Ming Lu nodded, and he remembered Ming Weiting's joke again, and smiled lightly, "One or two hours."

Ming Lu explained the situation to him, then raised his head subconsciously, and looked at the compartment with the door still closed behind the screen.

When Ming Lu said "Little Master", someone in that cubicle came to the door and listened.

Ming Lu didn't give him too much water, let him moisten his lips and throat a little, and put the water glass aside: "If you communicate more, you can recover quickly. Do you want to get well soon?"

Of course Ming Chi thought, it was inconvenient for him to nod, so he said "hmm" again: "Uncle Lu."

Ming Lu pulled the chair and sat down beside the hospital bed: "What's wrong?"

Ming Chi asked: "What is that?"

Looking in the direction he pointed, Ming Lu brought Ming Weiting's computer over: "This? It's a computer."

Ming Chi immediately remembered how to use the computer, he suddenly became interested in this game, and asked another question: "What is this?"

"It's candy, you like it very much." Ming Lu smiled, "We always give it to you."

Although this state can be relieved in an hour or two, Ming Chi is so energetic when he wakes up, and Ming Lu is willing to chat with him more.

Taking this opportunity, Ming Lu tried to say "we", and seeing that he didn't show any special expression, he was relieved: "Who else do you want to know?"

Ming Chi blinked, and looked at the piano bag next to the bed.

"It's the guitar, you play it very well." Ming Lu said, "You have very loyal fans."

Ming Chi remembered more and more things—he could even feel that the information awakened by these words was slowly drawing a web of clues in his mind. This feeling was very novel, and he tried to continue walking along this web .

Ming Lu can quickly find where his line of sight falls and give him an accurate answer.

"Pencil, you used it to draw sketches on sticky notes."

"Conch, the handicraft you made before, you gave it to someone, and it will ring in a flash."

"Kiosks made of shells, handicrafts, gifts you receive."

"Hangers, for hanging clothes..."

……

Ming Lu answered one by one, and finally gradually realized the commonality of these things, and his answering speed slowed down a little.

Ming Chi was looking at the corner of the room.

There was a coat hanger - he had just remembered the term, and it also connected the function of the coat hanger.His gaze moved up the hanger, stopped, and looked at Uncle Lu who was beside him.

"Coat." Ming Lu didn't explain the word, stopped and remained silent for a while, then suddenly smiled, "Huomiao, what exactly do you want to ask?"

After answering this sentence, Ming Lu realized that he subconsciously said "Huo Miao", his heart was slightly suspended, and he carefully checked his reaction.

After hearing this word, the young man lowered his eyes and thought about it for a while.

"Huomiao." Ming Chi said slowly, "Coat."

His voice was steady, even with a soft and bright warmth, as if these two words were very special.

It is so special that as long as you can connect these two words at another level—the level of non-logic and non-information, you can get another sentence.

Ming Chi asked: "Are we waiting for him?"

The ward suddenly became quiet, Ming Lu walked up to him and squatted down.

"I don't have a headache, my mood is very stable." Ming Chi saw what Uncle Lu was going to do at a glance, but he couldn't think of anything for the time being, but his logical thinking was very clear, "This is a very happy thing."

Happy, but vague, with barely any discernible traces.

He couldn't find any words that spelled out the answer.Uncle Lu said that he had just had an operation, and he needed to take good care of his body after the operation, so there was no rush.

He promised a person to take good care of his body, so he sat here and waited, not looking for it yet.

...It doesn't matter if you don't look for it.

A lot of retelling and reciting will always have other effects-for example, when a sentence has been said so many times that it can be blurted out without thinking, it is purely the mouth and throat that are responsible for saying them .

Ming Chi read these words back and forth, and then his mouth brought out the word that had been memorized too many times in time: "Mr. Shadow."

Flame, Jacket, Mr. Shadow.

Ming Chi whispered smoothly: "When will Mr. Shadow come back?"