No matter what happens, when we get to the hospital, it's the doctor's job to rescue Fan Changlin.
Liu Bancheng reported to the company. After the company commander heard the general process, he didn't say anything for a long time!
The hospital basically confirmed that Fan Changlin had viral encephalitis, which is neurological.
The doctor was afraid that Liu Bancheng wouldn't understand, so he described it,
"It doesn't mean there's water in the head, it's about the circuit."
Liu Bancheng still didn't understand.
The doctor didn’t have the patience, so he said, “Forget it if you don’t understand. Anyway, before he regains consciousness, someone must take care of him, and the care must be particularly careful.
Then he handed Liu Bancheng a list.
It means,
In addition to cooperating with the doctor to change Chang Lin's dressing every morning, noon and night, Liu Bancheng is also responsible for feeding him.
Eat chicken soup four times a day, through the nasal tube.
Turn over and dry yourself every two hours. If the time is exceeded, it is easy to get bedsores.
You must know that Fan Changlin is a 1.78 tall man, and he is naked.
The naked man looked like a white-striped pig waiting to be cut. Every time he turned over or scrubbed, he was sweating all over.
The female nurses in charge of the room often gossiped in private, not knowing what to say or laugh at. Anyway, Liu Bancheng could see that it was not a good comment.
There was actually no other way for Liu Bancheng to do this. You must know that when he was in his hometown, he didn't take care of his grandparents like this.
It's a good thing now that a famous cooking team leader has become a professional in "wiping shit and catching urine". No one can accept this.
But on the other hand, I think about it, you, Liu Bancheng, are the squad leader of this guy, and you are a brother in the trenches. His life is in danger. Who cares if you, the squad leader, don't care. You are the only one on the front line now. Who else can you expect to share the burden? No one. You must treat him well, otherwise you will not be called a comrade-in-arms and a comrade-in-arms as close as a brother.
In this way, after convincing myself, everything went as it should.
Over time, Liu Bancheng developed an unwritten habit. Every other day, he would go to the doctor to understand the situation and ask what other treatments were available.
What needs to be done is the symptoms and development of the patient's condition, etc.
The doctor was very patient at first, but as Liu Bancheng went there more often, he became annoyed.
Fortunately, after that, besides talking about the illness, we could talk about other things, and we got to know each other.
It turned out that they thought Liu Bancheng was Fan Changlin's brother or something like that. When they heard that Liu Bancheng and the others were just comrades-in-arms, the middle-aged doctor wearing black-rimmed glasses said with emotion, "So that's what happened. I wish I had known earlier that you were..." In this relationship, if you take such good care of him, what else can you say? There are very few people like you. You don’t have to run away in the future. We will sort out all his cases and analyze past cases and foreign cases. I will provide you with reference for the cases!”
Liu Bancheng was very grateful. He didn't expect that there were so many good people in the world who could consider each other, so his care for Fan Changlin became a rare opportunity for him to experience the happiness of life.
When Liu Bancheng and Fan Changlin were admitted to the hospital, the poplar trees on the streets of the provincial capital were still bare branches.
The man didn't wake up until the crabapple flowers bloomed.
Liu Bancheng often asked this familiar yet unfamiliar brother, "Fan Changlin, Fan Changlin, can you wake up? If you don't wake up, I will go crazy! I will collapse!"
He also expressed his thoughts to the doctor again and again,
"Doctor, are you wrong in your judgment of his condition?"
The attending doctor, after being questioned repeatedly by Liu Bancheng, began to doubt himself.
"Little comrade, I can't say anything about this!"
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In this way, Liu Bancheng no longer sought any disappointment or hope.
I am neither a doctor nor Fan Changlin himself. I can only believe that he is breathing. As long as the doctor does not issue a death notice, I, Liu Bancheng, have to persist because I, Liu Bancheng, am his squad leader. He is my soldier, Liu Bancheng.
There is a soup restaurant across from the provincial hospital. Fan Changlin has eaten more than 20 of his old hens.
The remaining empty cylinders of toilet paper used to wipe Fan Changlin's diapers and pee had filled a cardboard box under Liu Bancheng's bed.
In addition, more than a dozen special handkerchiefs were used to wipe the body.
At noon that day, the two old men timidly pushed their way out of the ward, followed by the attending physician.
After entering the door, the couple looked blankly at Fan Changlin on the bed, and then at Liu Bancheng who was busy at the bedside. They both fell to their knees after hearing a "plop".
I said, "Comrade monitor!" and then burst into tears.
Liu Bancheng was startled by the two old men and quickly turned around.
He also guessed that these two should be Fan Changlin's father and mother.
Liu Bancheng hurriedly put down the cleaning cloth in his hand, quickly turned around and bent down to help the two old people at the same time with both hands.
The two old men were tall and short, with gray hair and rough hands.
His mother, who was wearing a blue scarf, was crying in tears, but she was trying her best to control her emotions. While taking Liu Bancheng's hand, she turned her head and looked at her son on the bed. At this time, his son was exposing his back. Like a white-striped pig.
Liu Bancheng said, "Uncle and auntie, let's cry for a while. You two, please help me turn your son over. Maybe he can understand what you are saying!"
The big doctor standing behind him smiled when Liu Bancheng said this.
So the three of them worked together and gently turned Fan Changlin's big body over.
A plump, fair and square face was right in front of his parents, looking like a good person sleeping, smelling good.
Liu Bancheng smiled reluctantly and said, "You two, start crying!"
Fan Changlin's father obviously calmed down a lot. He wiped away the tears on his face, grabbed Liu Bancheng's hand and said,
"Squad leader, your company commander told us everything. At this point, we both have figured it out. My child will be handed over to you today!"
Liu Bancheng hid behind him, "Ah, how can that be possible! You have to take your son back! Today the second elder is here, and I am actually liberated. It's time for me to hand over!"
The old couple started crying together again.
When the two old men saw their sons unconscious, the old man's desperate eyes made Liu Bancheng no longer able to bear to joke.
The old couple stayed with Liu for three full days.
They were not familiar with the hospital environment. Liu Bancheng was a good guide, but his clumsiness actually increased the workload a lot.
The old couple stood behind Liu Bancheng, watching him busy at work, and said more than once,
"If my son can wake up, squad leader, you will be his savior!"
Every time Liu Bancheng heard these words, he wanted to cry like the two of them, even just once, but he couldn't.
After seeing the old couple off, Liu Bancheng said to Fan Changlin,
"Where's Chang Lin? Chang Lin, please wake up quickly. If you don't wake up, I won't have confidence anymore!"
Fan Changlin's square face was fatter than before and paler than when he came here, as if he hadn't heard anything.
There are still signs of life, and life must go on. In this way, Liu Bancheng insisted on turning over every two hours a day, feeding Chang Lin as required for every meal every day, and wiping his diaper and urine. He also followed the instructions in the middle of the night.
Therefore, Liu Bancheng, who served Fan Changlin, had passively formed the habit of taking intermittent breaks and working at any time when he was napping.
This hospital in the provincial capital is adjacent to a street. There were cars coming and going in the first half of the night, but in the second half of the night, it was quiet.
Every time Liu Bancheng finished cleaning up Fan Changlin, he was used to holding a wooden chair, leaning on the window sill, and looking down at the street.
A small car roared past.
Wait a little longer, and another car passes.
Wait, wait for a long time, then another one comes.
Liu Bancheng could only pass the time like this, so what could he do? I can't sleep anyway, and if I do, I'll mess up things.
Minute after second, day after day.
It has been thirty-five days since Fan Changlin was admitted to the hospital.
This day is no different from every day.
Coincidentally, just before dawn, Liu Bancheng actually fell asleep, still dreaming about riding a train. Sitting next to him was Fan Changlin, still smiling with his eyes squinted.
Suddenly he felt a hand holding him tightly, and seemed to be holding him hard.
Suddenly Liu Bancheng woke up. It turned out to be a dream. To facilitate care, the beds for two people are side by side.
Liu Bancheng woke up from the pain of being buckled.
That's right, there was a hand holding him, and it was Fan Changlin's hand.
Yes, it's his hand.
Liu Bancheng didn't believe his eyes and hurriedly turned on the light. Wow, he couldn't control it! He couldn't control his tears either.
He ran into the corridor and shouted:
"Doctor, doctor, come quickly, nurse, nurse, where are you! Come quickly!"
The doctors, nurses on duty, and the patients next door all came out when Liu Bancheng called out.
Sure enough, it was Fan Changlin who woke up.
After hearing the doctor's report, the dean also took a taxi and came over.
A man who had been in a coma for 36 days suddenly woke up!
Vice President Chen, who is in charge of business, said to the dean, "This is a miracle! A miracle!"
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