I have a question that I have not dispelled since the night my dad died. But my brother never let me say it, didn't let me ask the doctor. To this day I wonder why my dad was beating in the nurse

I have a question that I have not dispelled since the night my dad died. But my brother never let me say it, didn't let me ask the doctor. To this day I wonder why my dad got sicker and fell into a coma after a nurse shot...

I remember very clearly, at ten o'clock in the evening on the 25th of last month. My dad had trouble breathing due to heart failure and was taken to the rescue room.

In the rescue room we helped the nurse and took off my dad's clothes. Give him injections and tests.

My dad can still talk, but he's breathing very short.

Because the nurse and the doctor on duty kept telling us to give my dad dialysis and go to the intensive care unit. Because my dad had heart failure and kidney failure, my dad had a lot of diseases, and his body was exhausted.

My dad was only discharged from the hospital for half a day because he wanted to go home and see. Although his health was not good, he had to insist on going home.

After returning home, it was not ten hours before he was sent to the rescue room again. The doctor who saw me before, told me. My father's heart and kidney failure is very serious, and we must be mentally prepared. Even on dialysis, it is very likely that the heart cannot stand it, and it may not be able to get off the operating table...

But now the doctors and nurses in the rescue room have been asking my dad for dialysis and for my dad to go to the intensive care unit. I discussed it with my eldest brother for a while, because once I was in the intensive care unit, the family could not be around. When there was an accident, only the bodies that were carried out could be seen.

My brother didn't want my dad to end up with no one around, and we were considering whether to get in. Because my father had been in the rescue room several times, each injection would be relieved for a while. No dialysis, no need to go to the intensive care unit.

But the nurse kept urging, and my dad suddenly wanted to talk, so he took the oxygen and said he was going home when he was cured.

The nurse pressed my dad directly and gave him an injection. Suddenly my dad rolled his eyes and I asked the doctor what was wrong? The nurse told me it was a sedative, it was all right, let's hurry up and make a decision!

But my dad was unconscious for a while, and his breathing was getting worse and worse. I couldn't breathe anymore, and my oxygen intake was getting lower and lower.

The nurse told us that if my dad was to intubate quickly, it was a lung tube to put on a ventilator.

I asked my dad when he would wake up? The nurse actually said that it was not easy to say for the time being, may not wake up, and quickly make a decision on whether to dialysis?

I wanted to get angry, my dad was just fine, he was unconscious after an injection, and he was intubated.

Even if my dad was leaving, I would have to look at him and let him look at us. But then my dad was unconscious and couldn't wake up.

Finally my brother called and asked the doctor who had seen my dad before. He said: Dialysis will not help, your father is too weak, the heart failure is terminal. Entering the intensive care unit, it is also a coma that lasts for half a day a day, and there is no need to spend that money. No, pull him home, let him go at home.

Hearing this, I cried. My dad just left? I asked my brother: Brother, why do nurses take sedatives? Our father had difficulty breathing, so he relied on his own perseverance to breathe. This knocked him unconscious, his lungs and heart were already breathing difficult, so why could he live?

Saying that, I was going to find a nurse, and I suspected that he had the wrong injection, and my dad had heart failure and difficulty breathing, and should not be on sedatives.

But my brother pulled me aside and said, "Look how good our dad is, it's not uncomfortable, he can lie down and sleep well." Dad, let's go home and sleep.

When my brother finished speaking, I immediately started crying. I knew my dad was leaving sooner or later, and I couldn't stay up too long. But my dad just left like this, and I didn't want to!

In the end, he didn't even say a word, didn't explain us.

By now, my dad has been gone for more than half a month. Every time I think of him, I cry. My dad is only in his sixties, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, are so small and so cute. My dad was not willing to go. He was so reluctant to give up on us, the children.

He worked hard alone to bring up our four sisters. The days were a little better, and I left on my own.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I thought of the scene in my father's rescue room. I really doubted that the nurse should not have given my dad sedatives, but my brother wouldn't let me ask, wouldn't let me say.

Heck, I don't know how long it took me to think that my dad didn't hurt or cry.