Episode 4: Back to the Modern Times
"I heard that the tube in bed 3 was removed today."
"It's such a shame that such a young man is gone."
"There's nothing we can do. If it weren't for the strong public opinion, the hospital wouldn't have been able to continue the operation. In fact, it's better to have it removed so that we don't have to suffer..."
The two nurses were talking as they walked, and when they arrived at the ward, they suddenly heard a fierce quarrel inside. Many hospitalized patients and their families gathered at the door to watch the excitement.
"No, Doctor Song is not dead yet, why do you want to remove the tube?" The auntie who was in charge of cleaning stood in front of the bed with a broom in her hand, preventing the two doctors from going forward to remove the instrument.
"Auntie Sun, please move aside. This is a decision made by the higher-ups."
"I won't let you. If it weren't for Doctor Song, my son would have died long ago. He will definitely wake up if he's still alive!"
The crowd watching was discussing: "Who is lying on the bed?"
"I don't know, he seems to be a doctor."
An insider said: "It was the director of thoracic surgery at the hospital who died suddenly last year. At that time, Douyin was visible every day. The hospital said that the person was not dead and his vital signs were still there, so the matter was slowly suppressed. Unexpectedly, he became a vegetable and has been lying in bed ever since."
"I heard that Director Song worked 365 days a year without a break and performed at least three surgeries every day. He died suddenly at a young age. I guess he died of exhaustion."
"Isn't this just killing the donkey after it has done its job?"
The two doctors looked unhappy when they heard what they said. There was nothing they could do. Song Yuzhu had been in the hospital for a year. He had no immediate family members, and his collateral relatives were unwilling to take care of him. The chances of him waking up were slim, so the dean decided to remove the tube and bury him properly.
Now that Aunt Sun has made such a fuss, there will definitely be trouble again, especially since the patient took a video with his mobile phone, which is bound to cause a stir when it is posted online.
The head nurse said loudly, "Don't gather here, go back to your own wards, it's time for rounds soon!"
The patient and his family returned to their own wards. The head nurse stepped forward, took Aunt Sun's hand and said, "I know you are grateful to Director Song. Taking care of him for a year can be considered as repaying the favor. You have been working in the hospital for these years. In Director Song's situation, the chance of waking up is too small. Rather than letting him suffer and live, it is better to let him leave with dignity."
Aunt Sun wiped her tears. She knew she couldn't stop it, so she could only put down the broom and step aside.
The doctor turned off the ventilator and began to remove the tube. Song Yuzhu, who was lying on the bed, had become extremely thin. After all the tubes on her body were removed, the heart rate monitor next to her began to drop.
58,56,52,45,40…Aunt Sun covered her face and turned her head.
As the beeping sound rang out, the heartbeat returned to zero and became a straight line without any ups and downs. The head nurse sighed and covered Song Yuzhu's face with the bed sheet.
Suddenly the heart rate monitor started moving again: 43, 47, 51...
Aunt Sun pointed at the heart rate monitor next to her and shouted, "Director Song is not dead! Look, his heart is still beating!"
The two doctors were also startled. They quickly lifted the bed sheet and shone the flashlight into the patient's eyes. The slightly contracted pupils indicated that Song Yuzhu was really awake!
"Hurry, put the oxygen on him!"
The heart rate monitor finally fixed at 67, and the blood oxygen level was maintained at 88. Aunt Sun cried with joy. She didn't expect that Director Song could really survive. Amitabha, he is such a kind person, it must be God's blessing!
The last moment he could hear his lover crying in his ears, the next moment it turned into a noisy shouting. Song Yuzhu felt that his head was confused and heavy, as if it was filled with lead and he couldn't think.
Suddenly a beam of white light pierced into his eyes. He wanted to raise his hands to block it, but his arms were so heavy that he couldn't lift them even after trying for a long time.
What's going on? Where is he? Isn't he dead?
Song Yuzhu didn't have time to think too much and fell asleep again.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Yuzhu was awakened by another sound. The sound seemed to be heard through a layer of water film and could not be heard clearly.
Song Yuzhu tried hard to wake herself up, and her voice gradually became clearer.
"Is he really awake?"
"Yes, Dean. When the tube was removed this morning, the heart rate remained at 67 and the pupils also reflected light."
"Director Song, Director Song?" Someone patted his body and shouted.
Song Yuzhu opened his eyes slightly and saw a familiar face facing him.
"Oh, he's really awake!" Vice President Chen said happily.
Song Yuzhu wanted to speak, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound. Vice President Chen patted his arm and said, "Don't worry, take good care of him, as long as he wakes up!"
Song Yuzhu blinked, and now he understood that he had come back from another time and space.
I thought he was dead there, but I didn't expect he could come back. Song Yuzhu felt surprised and sad, and tears kept dripping from the corners of her eyes.
He came back, leaving Zhao Xiao alone there...
Song Yuzhu lay in bed for seven or eight days before she could speak. Her voice was extremely hoarse, and every time she spoke a pain in her throat felt like it was being cut by a knife.
I learned from the nurse that he had been lying in bed for a whole year, and it was Aunt Sun who took care of him during this year.
Aunt Sun’s son has a serious heart disease and has undergone two heart valve surgeries but to no avail.
I went to seven or eight hospitals but was rejected by all of them. I had no other options, so I finally came here and was accepted by him.
It was an extremely complicated heart surgery that required more than a thousand stitches on the heart in an hour and a half.
Suturing is not the most difficult part. The most difficult part is stopping the bleeding, because if one stitch is wrong, the bleeding point will have to be repaired with several more stitches, so the difficulty of this operation is extremely high.
Song Yuzhu and another heart specialist performed the operation together, and the result was very successful. Not long after, Aunt Sun's son was discharged from the hospital, and she found a job as a nurse in the hospital.
The news that Song Yuzhu had woken up quickly spread in the hospital, and many colleagues and friends came to visit him.
As time passed, his body gradually recovered, and after half a month he was able to walk around in a wheelchair.
Song Yuzhu sat under the shade of a tree, staring blankly at the hustle and bustle of traffic outside.
Sometimes he didn't know whether he was dreaming or really experiencing those things.
If this was a dream, it was too real.
If this wasn't a dream, could I still go back?
During the National Day, Song Yuzhu's health had almost recovered and she was officially discharged from the hospital and returned home.
The house is still the same as before. I had hired a cleaning lady to clean it before I came back. It is so clean without any trace of smoke.
In the past, he focused all his energy on the hospital and had almost no time for socializing. The two or three friends he had were from college.
Song Yuzhu called his good friend, Wan Chen, who lived in a different city from him. When he heard that Song Yuzhu was in a coma, he came to the hospital to see him many times.
The phone rang a few times, and a puzzled voice came from the other end, "Bamboo?"
Hearing the familiar name, Song Yuzhu smiled and said, "Yes, it's me."
"Fuck!" The other person couldn't help but swear. "Where are you now? I'll come find you!"
"At my house. Bring some food when you come over. There's nothing at home."
"Wait!" Wan Chen hung up the phone, rushed out of the company, drove straight to Sam's Club, bought a bunch of food, and drove towards Song Yuzhu's house.
More than an hour later, the doorbell of Song Yuzhu's house rang. He stood up with the help of the sofa, got up tremblingly and opened the door.
Wan Chen looked him up and down, then hugged him with a smile: "Good job, I knew you would wake up!"
"Come in quickly."
"When did you wake up? Why didn't you call me in advance?" Wan Chen helped him back to the sofa.
"I've been awake for more than a month." Song Yuzhu didn't want to trouble his friend. After all, he was married and had a wife and children at home. He was not alone.
"What are you going to do in the future? Have you settled the insurance with the hospital?"
His injury was a work-related one, and the hospital and insurance companies paid a total of more than 700,000 yuan in compensation, which has all been deposited into his account.
"Let's see first. My health doesn't allow me to have surgery now. I'll take care of myself first. If you don't want to be a doctor, just do a small business. You have to make a living.
Wan Chen smiled and said, "You're right. I'm so happy to see you getting better! I'll cook something delicious for you today!"
When he was in school, Wan Chen brought his own small electric cooker and often cooked for his roommates in the dormitory. The food tasted quite good.
He was busy in the kitchen, carrying the ingredients bought from the supermarket. Song Yuzhu sat on a stool at the door and chatted with him.
"Is sister-in-law okay?"
"I took my kids back to my hometown in Shandong for the National Day holiday. Fortunately, I worked overtime, otherwise I would have gone there too."
"Jingjing should go to elementary school, right?"
"He's already in the first grade, but his studies are a mess. Tutoring him with homework every day is like fighting a war." Wan Chen said this while the knife in his hand was not idle. He prepared all the ingredients in a few strokes.
Song Yuzhu couldn't help but laugh and said, "The child is still young, he will be fine when he grows up."
"I think she's just itchy. A beating will make her fine."
"Hey, you can't hit a little girl. Slowly talk to her about the reason."
Wan Chen turned around and said, "That's because you don't have children. When you have children, sometimes you will be so angry that you won't be able to do anything about it."
Song Yuzhu thought of his younger sister Song Yutong. When she was a child, Song Yutong had never given him any worries and she just worked hard on her studies.
He couldn't help but sigh, wondering how sad he would be if he left Tongtong.
After a while, Wan Chen had already put the ingredients into the pot. Song Yuzhu was still weak, so he bought a black chicken and pork ribs and made some soup for him.
The soup had to be stewed for an hour, and the two returned to the living room to continue chatting, and they talked about what happened when Song Yuzhu was unconscious.
"Zhu Zi, were you conscious when you were unconscious? They say that vegetative people can hear the sounds outside and have a sense of the outside world, but they just can't wake up on their own."
Song Yuzhu was silent for a moment and then said, "Old Wan, do you believe that human souls can travel through time?"
"What?" Wan Chen widened his eyes.
"During the time I was unconscious, I actually didn't stay here. Instead, I traveled to another time and space and lived out my life there."
Song Yuzhu looked at Wan Chen's incredulous expression and couldn't help but laugh at herself: "Forget it, just treat it as nonsense."
"Hey, stop, stop, stop, keep talking! I believe what you say!"
Song Yuzhu added: "The place I traveled to was ancient, but it was not the dynasty in our history books. The production level was probably around the Song and Ming dynasties."
Wan Chen asked with great interest, "What are you doing there? Are you learning martial arts, becoming a hero or something like that?"
"It's not that magical. My family is a medical family, and I studied medicine there. Later, dynasties changed, and the family also had ups and downs. I lived to be over 50 years old and finally died of illness, which can be considered a natural death." Song Yuzhu briefly talked about his life experience.
He didn't mention that he was the emperor. After all, it was embarrassing to talk about such a thing, and it seemed too childish.
"What you said is quite interesting. If you have time, you can write it down and post it on the website as a novel. I'm sure someone will read it."
"Forget it. With the limited knowledge I have, I'm afraid I can't write a story with ups and downs."
The soup in the pot was ready, Wan Chen brought it down. While eating, Wan Chen asked him if he wanted to go out for a trip to relax. He felt that his friend's illness had drained away all his energy and spirit.
Song Yuzhu didn't look like this before. Now he looks like an old man.
"Forget it. My legs and feet are not working well right now. I will go out after I am fully recovered."
Wan Chen said while chewing on some pork ribs: "I have a friend who runs a game company. He gave me a game console a few days ago. I heard that I can play holographic online games. I don't have time to play. I'll send it to you tomorrow. You can play some games to relax."
Song Yuzhu originally wanted to refuse, but she really had nothing to do at the moment.
"Thank you very much."
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