The National Cotton Mill Hospital was originally the internal hospital for the National Cotton Mill’s employees. It was located in the dormitory area inside the factory gate, next to the main road between the production area and the living area. At that time, the National Cotton Mill Hospital was funded by the factory, and employees and their families paid very little for medical treatment there. Some older employees with sufficient length of service did not even have to pay for medical treatment.

This was one of the benefits of the national cotton mill back then.

Later, the National Cotton Mill was unable to make ends meet, and the hospital was gradually abandoned. But there were still hundreds of people in the hospital, so they couldn't starve to death, right? So after the first restructuring of the National Cotton Mill, the National Cotton Mill Hospital was contracted by the current director Liu Rufeng. At the same time, this courageous director raised funds and built a new five-story hospital at the current location outside the factory. Not only did he continue to provide preferential medical treatment to employees within the factory, but he also began to open up to the outside world to generate income.

Although the National Cotton Mill Hospital cannot treat serious illnesses due to the lack of doctors' qualifications, it is still a place where thousands of retired workers over the age of 60 live in the dormitories of the National Cotton Mill. Giving them infusions and rehabilitation treatments every year is enough to maintain the normal operation of the hospital. In addition, by providing external medical services, the hospital is now doing quite well.

The National Cotton Mill is an old state-owned factory with a history of more than 60 years, so the dormitory area is naturally full of retired old workers. These old workers are old and naturally have problems.

Just like Yang Jing's grandmother, she is eighty years old this year. If this happened in ancient times, she would be an old centenarian who could meet the emperor without kneeling.

But now, there are more and more elderly people of this age. When elderly people reach this age, all kinds of strange and weird illnesses emerge.

Yang Jing's grandmother suffered from a very troublesome disease, the scientific name of which is called thrombotic cerebral microangiopathy.

This disease is a type of cerebral thrombosis, but it is not quite the same as cerebral thrombosis in the ordinary sense.

Generally speaking, when a person has cerebral thrombosis, the most severe symptoms are blockages here and there, and they are either unable to speak or move. Yang Jing's grandmother was different. Although she also had cerebral thrombosis, the symptoms were not obvious, but she had mild symptoms of cerebral thrombosis all over her body.

Generally speaking, when a patient has cerebral thrombosis, a blood vessel in a certain part of the brain is blocked, which is reflected in the brain CT or MRI film as a large and obvious black spot at the site of the blockage.

However, the brain CT and MRI films of Yang Jing's grandmother did not show large black spots. Instead, there were many small black spots the size of millet grains. Although the area of ​​infarction was not large, the number was large.

In the doctor's words, this is a typical case of thrombotic cerebral microangiopathy.

Patients with this disease will not suffer from serious symptoms such as hemiplegia or inability to speak like most cerebral infarction patients, but once they have this disease, all their daily activities such as walking, talking, eating, etc. will become increasingly difficult.

Just like Yang Jing's grandmother, she has had this disease for several years. She was fine in the past few years, but in the past two years, her condition has become more and more serious. Now it is more and more difficult for her to walk. Her legs have enough strength, but she just can't take a step. Her legs are not controlled by the brain. She always chokes and coughs when eating. She can choke and cough six or seven times when eating ten mouthfuls of rice. Now, the old lady not only chokes and coughs, but also has some difficulty swallowing.

However, this disease cannot be cured with current medical technology, and can only be maintained by intravenous infusion twice a year to clear blood vessels.

Yang Jing knew that grandma's infusion room was on the fourth floor of the hospital's neurology ward. Before going to London, grandma was hospitalized on this floor for twice-yearly vascular infusions.

I went to the fourth floor and asked at the nurse's station, and only then did I find out that my grandmother was in bed 29 at the southernmost end.

The young nurse in the hospital was also quite puzzled - why was this handsome guy, who was so good-looking and fashionably dressed, dragging a suitcase to see patients?

Standing outside the ward, Yang Jing took a deep breath and was about to push open the door, but the door was opened from the inside.

A familiar face appeared in front of Yang Jing.

Yang Jing's aunt Li Rui was walking out with a chamber pot. It was obvious that she was going to empty the chamber pot for the old lady.

My aunt was also stunned for a moment, then she said in surprise: "Oh, it's Xiaojing who's back..."

Yang Jing smiled and nodded and said, "Aunt, I'm back."

The aunt was very happy, but she was still holding the urinal in her hand, so she couldn't give her nephew a hug. So she excitedly said to the inside: "Sister, your son is back, come out and see, I'm busy here."

After saying that, my aunt held the urinal and moved away from the door. The next moment, accompanied by a whirlwind, my mother Li Ping's figure suddenly appeared at the door of the ward as if teleported.

My mother's face was full of surprise. It was obvious that the surprise given by her son Yang Jing was very successful and deserved a perfect score.

My mother stood at the door for less than 0.5 seconds, then with a surprised "Ah", she hugged Yang Jing.

Feeling the familiar warmth in his arms, Yang Jing's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

The aunt smiled slightly, carried the urinal and walked quickly towards the toilet, leaving time and space for the mother and son who had not seen each other for more than two years.

"Mom, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Xiaojing. Why did you come back without telling us? Didn't you agree to inform your family before returning home?" The mother let go of her son and touched Yang Jing's cheek while speaking.

"Your head is getting higher and higher. Mom can hardly touch your head..." Mom's eyes were also red, and tears fell down involuntarily.

Yang Jing reached out his hand and gently wiped his mother's cheek, then said with a smile: "Mom, I'm already 25 years old, not a child anymore. Do I need to notify you specifically when I go home?"

The mother smiled and patted her son's chest, then took his hand and said, "Okay, stop standing at the door. If you have anything to say, go in and talk. Your grandma will definitely be happy to see you."

Yang Jing nodded and followed his mother into the ward.

Sure enough, when the grandmother, who was lying on the hospital bed receiving an IV drip, saw Yang Jing, a smile immediately appeared on her wrinkled face, "Xiao Jing is back? Come here and let grandma see you."

As the old lady spoke, she tried to prop up her body with her other hand. Yang Jing quickly put down the suitcase in his hand, took two steps forward, put his arm around the grandmother's back, and helped her up with a little effort.

During this process, Yang Jing couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

Grandma is much lighter than before, and has many more wrinkles on her face. Time is indeed unforgiving...

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