After Mr. Zhou woke up, he felt something was wrong. He reached out and touched the area that had been hurting recently, and was surprised to find that the pain was gone!
I pressed it tentatively, but it didn't hurt at all!
What's wrong with him?
Mr. Zhou was quite surprised when Zhou Yong suddenly entered the ward. He had just gone to the bathroom and immediately came back in a hurry after finishing his work.
Who knew that as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw his grandfather waking up.
Zhou Yong walked over excitedly: "Grandpa, are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Mr. Zhou was about to speak when he suddenly saw his wife in the bed next to him frown and then open her eyes.
He immediately stopped caring about Zhou Yong and pulled out the IV needle. He threw back the quilt, sat down beside the bed, and looked eagerly at his wife next door. "Xinghua, are you awake? Are you feeling unwell?"
Liu Xinghua smiled slightly. "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel quite comfortable today. By the way, are you okay?"
Mr. Zhou quickly said, "Of course I'm fine. I'm fine now!"
Liu Xinghua smiled again: "That's good."
Zhou Yong opened his mouth, wanting to say something. But before he could open his mouth, he was glared at by Old Man Zhou, warning him to shut up and not dare to say anything more.
However, when he looked at Mr. Zhou sitting beside the bed, his heart was in his throat.
The hospital just issued a critical illness notice the day before yesterday. One of Mr. Zhou's shrapnel had shifted and was now in a very dangerous position, possibly compressing the blood vessels in his brain.
If it's just surgery, the risk will be even greater, and no doctor is sure.
It is said that we can only leave it to fate. If the shrapnel can move back by itself and no longer press on the blood vessel, perhaps we can survive this danger.
If that doesn't work, then we have no choice but to give him surgery.
Zhou Yong was completely despairing at the time, not daring to hold out much hope. But yesterday, Jiang Shixun came to visit and gave him an aged wild ginseng. He wanted to give it another try, so he gave it to an old Chinese doctor. After seeing it, the doctor was astonished, as if he had seen a rare treasure!
He asked the man to estimate the price, but the man immediately drove him away impatiently, saying that he wanted to make medicine.
I don't know if the medicine will be effective.
Zhou Yong looked at Old Man Zhou and felt his heart pounding. Ever since the doctor gave him a critical illness certificate, he had been lying in bed and rarely woke up.
Now not only did he wake up, he also looked like nothing had happened.
This situation is too weird!
Could it be a last gasp?
When Zhou Yong thought of this possibility, he was so scared that his face turned pale and he kept looking at Old Man Zhou nervously.
Mr. Zhou was very annoyed by his gaze and glared at him: "What are you looking at?"
Zhou Yong asked tremblingly: "Grandpa, do you... do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"Didn't I tell you whether I have already said so? Why are you still asking?" Old Master Zhou roared at him with full force, then turned his head and looked at the old lady Liu Xinghua with a questioning look.
Liu Xinghua glared at him helplessly: "Why are you being so mean to him? He's still young."
"How is he small? Hu Zi is so big now!" Old Master Zhou snorted coldly, and suddenly thought of Du Chunjuan, so he glared at Zhou Yong angrily: It's all the fault of this useless thing. If he hadn't married that woman Du Chunjuan, would Xinghua be hurt?
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