Text: Jinmu
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My father is ninety-two years old and in far less physical condition than last year. Last year, I was able to go to the back of my home on crutches and play cards for two hours. Since June this year, eating and vomiting from time to time, the condition is getting more and more serious, the hospital examination is a common bile duct stone, went to several hospitals in Xuzhou, said that they are old and not suitable for surgery. He himself was afraid that he would not be able to get off the operating table, and he was persuaded not to agree to the operation.
Entering November, my father was extremely weak, drowsy and had little to eat. Occasionally, coughing violently, salivating up and down, we can only wrap our hands in a wet towel to buckle. In this way, my father was admitted to Haozhai Hospital again.
That day, he was admitted to the hospital, first did a full-body CT, drew four tubes of blood, and also did a nucleic acid test. If these tests are not done, they will not be hospitalized.
After a toss, the old man was out of breath. After gasping for nearly an hour, there was finally a result, CT scan of the lungs with water, tumors in the brain, common bile duct stones, which disease is a fatal disease, the old father who is plagued by many disasters, it is difficult for you to survive.
The hospital arranged for my father to be hospitalized in the old age department. The ward is on the third floor, the big room, the five beds, the humble ward is in the list of demolition, and everything will be done.
Heating supply is an unlicensed air conditioner for several years. Hula gasped and exhaled hot air. Just match the old and frail patients here.
Father's attending doctor, surnamed Zheng, is a very calm doctor, not hurriedly circling around the ward, maybe he is used to seeing life and old age and death.
There was a top expert in the doctor's office, the party secretary of the original Peixian Datun Mining Hospital, who was hired to serve as the director of the geriatric ward of Haozhai Hospital. She was confident that I would only see a doctor, nothing else. What a respectable healer, but, there is but...
My father began to put on salt water, drained the water in his lungs first, and after taking the medicine that night, my father urinated four or five times a night, and the next day, the third day gradually stabilized, still unable to eat, but the number of coughs decreased. Although there is very little to eat, but the body needs enough energy, we all hope to survive like this, where to go is which step.
However, Haozhai Hospital is now privately controlled. Under this "private" word, everything becomes less desirable.
In front of this old hospital, a new building of more than 20 floors was built, and even the name was changed, called Peixian Huakang Hospital. My father was hospitalized just in time for the handover between old and new. The old courtyard will be demolished, and the new one will not be allowed to live.
Director Li told us that there is no heating in the new building, the old man cannot go, wait back at home, and come back when there is heating. Anyone who can walk around on their own and go home after the hanging needle can move to the new building with the doctor.
I know that they are afraid of taking responsibility, afraid that once the elderly are critically ill, they will have many disadvantages. This is the ruthlessness and meanness of private hospitals. We discussed begging with the head of the house to no avail, so we had to leave the hospital and go home with hatred.
To go home means to die. Although either illness in his father's body was enough to kill him. But we still can't bear it. However, the sky closed its eyes and told his father to catch up with the catastrophe of life and death.
Back at home, still unable to eat, the amount of food per day is measured in spoons, and every time he eats a spoonful of porridge, I have to pat him on the back for a while to help the food slide into the stomach. And the father's expression was where to eat, as if he was swallowing several steel needles. He said it was uncomfortable as soon as he ate.
Then, in a drip count, he used a small watering can to spray glucose and salt water under his tongue, one by one, and told him to flow down in the gap between breaths, so that he had not been seen frowning for several days. However, the body was getting thinner and thinner, first protruding cheekbones, and the cheeks were deeply sunken. Two more days of cocking the collarbone. For another three days, the ribs under the skin touched the hand. It was very uncomfortable to wipe his body and face every day. Finally, on the ninth day after being discharged from the hospital, my father dried up and closed his eyes.
I cried bitterly, I sighed, my father said that he would stay in the hospital for a month, who knew that he would stay until fifteen days, and he was thrown out of the hospital. This is an eternal pain point in our hearts. Maybe we chose a private hospital in the first place.
Here, I have to mention Haozhai Hospital.
When I first asked my father to leave the hospital, I went to the new building in front of me to take a look, and as soon as I entered the entrance hall, it gave people a sense of shock and shock. It's too grand, and the grandeur makes people dare not move around. I'm afraid I can't find an exit when I turn around. I have been to several hospitals in Nanjing, and this building has no family in the surrounding area, full of rubble, buildings in the dead branches of the grass, not lost to several major hospitals in Nanjing. Fear of WHO living in will not lower their status.
Up the tall building, fine decoration, the instrument is imported, the expert is first-class, everything is ready, and the good students who come in are waiting.
And we can only look up to the tower and lament, sigh the benevolent should be benevolent, sigh the old man is really difficult, sigh is useless, who has the same feeling?