A nurse came over and saw the people standing in the yard, so she asked me quietly: "Are you gangsters?" I shook my head and said: "No, what's wrong?" The nurse said: "Nothing, I just find you scary." I was even more confused: "Why?" I thought that these people didn't do anything bad in the hospital. The nurse said: "I don't know, I just feel that you are different from others, you have that kind of awe-inspiring feeling, which makes people respect and fear you."
I never thought that I would be described as "intimidating without anger". If it were normal, I would have laughed, but now I feel helpless. The nurse said, "It will be visiting time soon. Please prepare to see who goes in. Only three people can go in." I looked at Qi Siyu who was kneeling at the door and said, "Let her go in." This is the last chance. Whether Ye Zhan can wake up depends on this one move. Ye Zhan's parents beside him panted softly and were obviously getting nervous.
When the time came, when the three of them walked in, Ye's mother's legs shook and she almost fell to the ground. With the help of Qi Siyu and Ye's father, Ye's mother stood up again. The three of them walked in together, and the door of the ICU was closed heavily. One hour, only one hour. If Ye Zhan doesn't wake up, we will never hear his voice or see his smile again.
At the moment the door closed, the emotions that had been pent up for several days suddenly burst out. I seemed impatient and stood up and paced in the corridor, and began to think about a question I had never thought about before. If Ye Zhan really couldn't wake up, what should I do in the future? I looked out the window, and they were all still standing in the yard, motionless, waiting for this critical moment.
The doctor who performed the surgery on Ye Zhan came over and asked me why I didn't go in to visit him. I said that another friend had gone in. The doctor sat on the bench and sighed, "I'll wait a little bit to see if a miracle can happen." I hurriedly asked, "Doctor, have there been any precedents of people waking up at the last moment?" The doctor said, "Of course there are, but there are very few cases. It still depends on the patient's physical fitness and will to survive." I thought to myself, Ye Zhan's physical fitness is not bad. He survived such a serious injury before. Is he reluctant to wake up now because his will to survive is not strong enough?
If that's the case, why doesn't Ye Zhan want to wake up? I fell into deep thought, what is he avoiding? Such a sunny and kind boy should be full of enthusiasm for life. When he started to escape from this world, why? I asked the doctor next to me: "Did those patients who woke up last tell us what they were thinking about when they were in a coma?" The doctor said: "In theory, their brains are not thinking about anything. The nerve centers under their cerebral cortex are severely damaged and they have completely lost their autonomous consciousness." I was speechless and said: "What about in reality?"
The doctor said, "I remember a patient who was in a car accident once told me that the last impression he had before he fell into a coma was seeing the truck with its snow-white headlights hitting him, and he didn't know anything after that. So I thought that the patient was reluctant to wake up because he was afraid of seeing the truck with its snow-white headlights again. In short, he was escaping from reality and was in a state of self-protection. It's like when we suddenly wake up after a nightmare, we will deliberately stop sleeping, drink some water, watch TV, etc. to prevent ourselves from entering that nightmare again. And those who have been seriously injured and have fallen into a coma cannot wake up even after surgery. They are in a state of self-protection, afraid of seeing the scene of being hurt again."
I nodded, and I roughly understood what the doctor meant. When did Ye Zhan pass out? Was he beaten by those bastard students in the classroom, or was he hung above the lecture hall by them? If it was a beating, a student like Ye Zhan who had been fighting since childhood should have no problem with it. But when he was hung above the lecture hall, four or five hundred students surrounded him and laughed. That kind of pressure should not be something that ordinary people can bear. According to the doctor's analysis, Ye Zhan was afraid that he would wake up and see this scene again, so he was reluctant to wake up. I asked him again: "How can we tell the patient that the danger is over and he can wake up boldly?"
The doctor shook his head: "If I knew, I would have saved so many vegetative patients..."
I said angrily, "Ye Zhan is not a vegetable yet! It's not the last moment yet, so we can't just jump to conclusions!"
"Okay, okay," the doctor said, "You're not in a vegetative state yet. But you have to know what it means when the nerve center under the cerebral cortex is severely damaged. You lose all your consciousness, thinking, and hearing abilities, and are completely cut off from the world... Why am I telling you so much? I won't say any more. It's already the seventh day. There's basically no hope."
I got even angrier: "You guys have been doing this for a long time, so you must be numb to it, right?"
"Which doctor wouldn't want to save his or her patient?" The doctor sighed deeply.
I was stunned for a moment, with mixed feelings in my heart.
Time passed by, and there were still five minutes left before the visit was over. I was so nervous that I almost suffocated. The doctor rubbed his hands from time to time, hoping that this visit would be a miracle. I clenched my fists tightly, and I didn't dare to have the slightest thought of "what if Ye Zhan doesn't wake up" in my mind. Ye Zhan will definitely wake up, he will!
With a click, the door of the ICU finally opened. The doctor and I stood up at the same time, looking nervously inside the door. Ye Zhan's parents and Qi Siyu came out, their eyes were red and swollen, and their faces were full of despair and helplessness. I immediately understood what was going on, but I still held a little hope in my heart, just a little, a little. I asked tremblingly: "How is Ye Zhan?" Ye's father shook his head and sighed, and the middle-aged man choked silently. Ye's mother staggered and fell directly to the ground. "Auntie!" Qi Siyu cried and went to help her. Ye's mother slapped the floor with her hands and cried bitterly: "My poor son..." Ye's father squatted on the ground wiping his tears, that was real despair.
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