After finishing the war song, the light in the old man's eyes disappeared again.
He looked dazed, his eyes were unfocused, he stared blankly ahead, and seemed to be mumbling something.
The sound was very small, and Du Cheng had to listen carefully to hear clearly the numbers.
"27, 81, 241, 27, 81, 241..."
The numbers were repeated in the old man's mouth over and over again.
These three numbers that were constantly being chanted were familiar to everyone present.
27, 81, and 241 are actually the old man’s unit numbers. He is a combat hero of the 241st Regiment of the 81st Division of the 27th Army.
Du Cheng couldn't help but feel sad when he heard these numbers. He thought of the old man's file information.
The old man was seriously injured in that war, but he also made great contributions. After retiring, he kept a low profile. He found a job in his hometown in the north, and no longer contacted the army, but lived a peaceful life.
When the country was in trouble and needed him, he went.
After you have worked hard, endured hardships, and made meritorious deeds.
Don't seek fame, don't seek profit, don't ask for any benefits.
After completing the mission, go home, forget your identity as a hero, and return to the life of an ordinary person.
There is nothing better than brushing off your clothes and hiding your merits and fame deeply.
Later, there was a fire at home, and all the certificates of meritorious service were taken away by the fire, leaving only the last one, which was buried deep in a small box under the bed by the old man.
He didn't mention what happened back then to his children, and the days passed peacefully.
It was not until he fell ill that he lost consciousness and lost the ability to communicate normally with his family.
The past events from that year came up instinctively, and these three numbers were always recited by him, like a magic spell.
The family was very curious and wanted to know the meaning of these three numbers, but the old man had no answer at all.
In order to avoid irritating him, the family stopped asking about these three numbers.
It was not until recently that the secrets of these three numbers were completely revealed.
At that time, the old leader of the 27th Army came to visit him personally and told the heroic deeds that the old man had hidden for many years.
The old man's comrades who were still alive also came to see him. Seeing him like this, they all shed tears.
The enemy's bullets did not make the old man fall, the cold ice and snow did not make the old man fall, and the serious injuries of the bloody battle did not make the old man fall.
A serious illness brought him down.
Over the years, he has paid so much for his motherland without any regrets or asking for anything in return.
Now that the country is strong and technologically advanced, it is time for the motherland to do something for him.
Du Cheng clenched his fists and secretly swore that he would do everything possible to cure the old man and would never let him down.
This is the expectation of the country and the task of the army.
At this time, Director Fang had already started talking with the patient's family.
He is nearly fifty years old and wears a crisp white coat. He has a gentle smile, but he also exudes the majesty of the department director of the top tertiary hospital in Beijing.
This majesty makes his words particularly persuasive. Patients and family members are usually as well-behaved as quails in front of him, only nodding in agreement.
"The best treatment for cerebral infarction is thrombolytic therapy. Thrombolytic therapy can recanalize the occluded blood vessels and quickly restore and improve the symptoms of brain neurological deficits. It is currently the most active and effective method."
"After the patient's head CT examination, cerebral hemorrhage has been ruled out, and there are clear signs of neurological deficit, so he is more suitable for intravenous thrombolytic treatment. However, the patient has been seriously ill for a long time, is very old, and all body functions have begun to age. , the vascular obstruction in the brain is relatively stubborn, and the effect of usual drug treatment is no longer obvious.”
"Now he is in the best condition. If he continues to take medicine and receive rehabilitation treatment, he will most likely be able to maintain his current condition and his survival period will be longer than before."
The family members nodded, and a look of sadness suddenly appeared on their faces.
They originally thought that they would be able to completely cure the old man when they arrived in the capital, but they did not expect that a consultation with experts from across the country and a multi-pronged approach could only prevent the old man's condition from getting worse and restore some mobility to his upper limbs.
After this period of treatment, their hopes have been shattered, and they are all mentally prepared to accept the old man's current situation.
"Unless—" Director Fang pondered for a moment, and then said: "Unless a powerful thrombolytic drug can be found, it may have the effect of activating blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and slowly remove the congestion in the old man's cerebral blood vessels."
The family members all raised their heads and stared at Director Fang, with light slowly emerging in their eyes.
"Where can I find such powerful thrombolytic medicine?" the old man's eldest daughter asked cautiously.
Director Fang smiled slightly: "I just received news that Sanqing Pharmaceutical currently has two new thrombolytic and anticoagulant drugs, and the effects are not bad. If you are willing, you can apply for clinical trials, but these two drugs are still in the clinical trial period. , the side effects are unknown, and the efficacy has not been verified by a large number of samples, so it can only be said to be a dead horse."
"We are willing!" The eldest daughter agreed without even thinking about it.
Director Fang explained the possible consequences in detail: "You must think carefully. These two new drugs are still in the experimental stage. The effect cannot be guaranteed. We can only say that they may improve the symptoms, but they have a high probability of adverse reactions."
"I want to remind you that the old man's current condition is actually quite good. If he can continue to be like this, it will actually be good. If you try medicine, the condition may get better or worse. Any outcome is possible. .”
"Director Fang..." Du Cheng suddenly became anxious on the side. He was afraid that if his family members were frightened by this, they would not dare to try the medicine, and the old man would not be able to wake up.
Sure enough, some of the old man's three daughters showed hesitation on their faces.
However, the eldest daughter's attitude is still very resolute: "Director Fang, don't worry, we have thought about it, and we are willing to try any method as long as it can make dad's condition a little better."
"Besides, I am confident that the medicine produced by Sanqing will be effective!" A smile appeared on her face, and the fire of hope in her heart was rekindled.
After hearing what she said, the other two family members also nodded and agreed to try the medicine.
Director Fang nodded: "Okay, I have fulfilled my obligation to inform. Next, you come over and sign the consent form, and then you can give the patient medicine."
After signing the agreement, Director Fang re-examined the old man and then carefully prescribed the dose that suited his condition.
With the help of his family members, the old man tremblingly took the pills in the cup.
Director Fang gave the nurse some precautions and left with Du Cheng.
In the next few days, the old man took his medicine on time every day and everything went as usual.
Director Fang still comes to check the ward every day and then checks the old man's physical condition.
He mainly checks whether the elderly have any adverse reactions, because the bodies of 90-year-old elderly people are generally relatively fragile, and any discomfort may cause serious consequences, and the medication must be stopped immediately.
Of course, the most important physical examination is also the focus of his attention. The efficacy of the medicine comes second, and the most important thing is not to cause any damage to the organs and internal organs.
Otherwise, if the drug test causes acute organ failure, it will be a big trouble.
"Hey," Director Fang looked at the physical examination report and marveled: "All the body's functional indicators are normal, there are no problems, and the patient does not have any adverse reactions, but he seems to be a little sleepy, which is normal."
He suddenly fell into deep thought: "It's strange. Logically speaking, anticoagulants have more or less side effects that can cause bleeding."
"Even apixaban, a trump card drug, can cause anemia in patients after use. As for hemoptysis, gastrointestinal bleeding, thrombocytopenia, and hematuria, it is also possible. In severe cases, it can even cause hidden or overt bleeding in organs. .”
"It is said that one of the most remarkable features of Sanqing's drugs is that they have very few side effects and almost no adverse reactions. It is indeed well-deserved."
"But what is the principle of this?"
With deep doubts, Director Fang looked at the CT examination report.
"What?" He was suddenly shocked.
Du Cheng had been paying attention to his expression. When he saw his expression changed drastically, he couldn't help but asked eagerly: "What's wrong? What's going on?"
Director Fang stared at the CT for a long time, then reluctantly looked away and introduced the CT imaging performance to Du Cheng.
"Cerebral infarction lesions are generally caused by occlusion of large blood vessels and occlusion of small blood vessels. Patients have both conditions. Therefore, here and here on CT, you can see one or more ovoid shapes in the brain. It is a low-density lesion with very clear borders and no mass effect. This is an occlusion phenomenon of small blood vessels."
"At the same time, you can also see that there are large areas of low-density images, which are blockages of some large blood vessels. If it is in the acute stage, you will find edema around the lesion, ventricular compression, and midline shift. After the acute phase, the patient is in the current situation. These positions are replaced by glial cells, and slightly higher density shadows can appear.
Du Cheng opened his eyes wide and stared at the CT image for a long time. He couldn't see anything, so he had to scratch his head and said.
"Director Fang, you don't need to explain so carefully. You're too professional. I'm a bigot and can't understand anything. Just tell me whether your condition has improved."
Director Fang laughed and said with a smile on his face: "Let's try saying a few words to the patient and we'll know the result."
He walked to the hospital bed, stretched out his right hand, and waved it in front of the old man's eyes.
The old man's two eyeballs immediately moved with the waving of his fingers.
Director Fang lowered his voice and called the old man's name word by word: "Song...Zhi...Xing..."
The old man turned his head and looked at him blankly.
Director Fang coughed lightly, and then said the three magic numbers.
"27, 81, 241..."
Suddenly a miracle happened.
I saw the old man tremblingly raising his still mobile left hand and saluting a non-standard military salute. He opened his mouth for a long time before spitting out an unclear word.
"arrive…"
Wow!
The whole crowd was in tears.
This small salute represents the old man's loyal life.
It turns out that even if a person's face is wrinkled and his temples are all white, the faith in his chest is still young.
It turns out that even if a person collapses on the bed, his consciousness is blurred, the faith in his chest is still there.
Du Cheng's eyes were moist, and he could feel tears welling up. He, a grown man, kept wiping the corners of his eyes, and was so excited that he couldn't say a word.
The family members were all excited, surrounded the old man, and talked a lot.
Director Fang was also stunned, with an inexplicable emotion welling up in his heart.
He stopped the test, turned around and walked away a few steps, stood next to Du Cheng, silently handed over a tissue, and then patted the other person on the shoulder.
After a while, Du Cheng came to his senses and murmured to himself: "Old soldiers never die, they just wither away slowly."
He suddenly turned around, grabbed Director Fang's arm tightly, and said anxiously: "Director Fang, what's going on? Has Mr. Song begun to recover?"
Director Fang nodded solemnly, raised the CT film in his hand, pointed at a place on it, and was about to speak when he suddenly remembered that Du Cheng couldn't understand this thing.
So he shook the film and said directly: "The cerebral blood vessels in the area on the patient's forehead have been partially unblocked, the density of the lesions has disappeared, and the shadows in other places have also shrunk. Everything shows that the patient's condition is gradually improving. .”
As he spoke, his expression became excited: "This medicine is really effective. Within five days, not only did the patient's condition improve, the patient's consciousness also began to recover. His condition was so serious, I originally I didn’t have high hopes, I didn’t expect it, I really didn’t expect it, this is simply a medical miracle!”
Du Cheng only heard two sentences: "The condition is improving and consciousness is beginning to return."
He didn't listen to a word of the other words.
He strode forward and looked at the old man whose eyes began to focus on the hospital bed, his chest rising and falling with excitement.
Suddenly, he put his legs together, raised his right hand, and saluted the old man with a standard military salute.
The old man's eyes turned around and looked at the military uniform on his body, his eyes shining instantly.
Director Fang came up and said, "You can easily affect the patient's mood and be detrimental to the stability of the condition. Let's go first."
He glanced at the old man and said thoughtfully: "If you come back in two days, you should be able to hear a touching story."
The old man's eyes followed Du Cheng's figure closely until the two disappeared outside the door.
He was dizzy now and everything he saw was blurry.
The three daughters in front of him all felt a little strange to him.
Only that touch of green was extremely familiar to him.
As soon as I saw it, some hazy fragments popped up in my mind.
He closed his eyes tightly, inhaled deeply, and exhaled.
Slowly, the sound in my ears disappeared.
Breathing also becomes calmer.
Memories flashed before my eyes.
That was the scene when he and his comrades went to war.
The sky was full of ice and snow, and it was bitingly cold. They only had very thin clothes on their bodies. They lay motionless in the ice and snow, maintaining a fighting posture at all times and not daring to relax.
The environment was too harsh, with wind and snow blowing, and he watched helplessly as many soldiers around him became silent one by one, and some were even frozen into ice sculptures.
When the charge suddenly sounded, his legs had lost consciousness.
Seeing more and more comrades getting up to charge, he became more and more anxious. He struggled to pick up the gun and beat his legs hard, using more intense pain to force his frozen legs to regain some strength. reaction.
After barely getting up, he rushed towards the enemy with all his strength.
The fighting became more and more fierce, and the company commander and platoon commander fell one after another.
At this time, he was already seriously injured, so he resolutely took over the command and led the remaining comrades to continue the charge.
The bloody battle lasted for several days and nights, and the enemy's bombing did not stop.
He also passed out, and when he woke up, he found a large gash in his abdomen and blood all over his body. His own blood and the blood of his comrades were mixed together, making it impossible to tell them apart.
It hurts, deep into the bone marrow, but at this time, no matter how painful it is, you have to endure it.
He grabbed a handful of snow and smeared the wound vigorously, temporarily controlling the injury, and continued to fight with the gun, persisting until the end.
He then passed out and when he woke up again, he was already in the hospital.
There was some pain in the abdomen. When I reached out and touched it, I saw dense stitch marks, including more than 50 stitches.
It is said that the medical staff worked desperately for a day and night to save his life.
However, the lives of those comrades were gone, all gone.
Two lines of tears rolled down the old man's closed eyes.
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