At 12 o'clock last night, I suddenly received a call from my uncle, saying that my father had abdominal pain all afternoon and has not stopped.
I hurriedly made phone calls with my son as I walked to the Luyuan Building, while thinking about what might be a constant pain in my stomach.
On the way, I decided to go directly to the emergency department of the hospital, and it was definitely not my son's mouth that simply ate his stomach.
In the early morning of the city, it was foggy, and I asked my son to drive slowly, and the central hospital was familiar with the road, and safety was the priority.
The emergency department was not very busy, so as soon as we arrived, the nurse surrounded us, asked briefly about the condition, and immediately gave my father the relevant examination methods.
The night shift doctor used the words of observation and inquisition and closely combined with the blood test indicators, and then accurately gave the diagnosis of "acute cholecystitis".
Then the hepatobiliary center was contacted as soon as possible, and soon the nurses sent the father, who was in pain to the point of paleness, to the ward.
The initial diagnosis and initial investigation of the emergency department has been completed very well, and the overall improvement of the central hospital is not only limited to theory, but also implemented in action.
The gold and silver cups are not as good as the reputation of user experience.
The hepatobiliary center ward is equipped with single rooms, double rooms, triple rooms, and quadruple rooms.
We are housed in a room for two.
Then the right medicine was prescribed, and a large number of new drugs for gallbladder inflammation were prepared immediately, and they were injected intravenously one bottle at a time.
The person on duty happened to be the director of the center, young and promising, and knowledgeable.
He examined my father's current situation in detail, carefully studied the outpatient CT scan and laboratory indicators, and told me that "daytime surgery", and his tone was resolute and unquestionable.
I was a little confused, it seemed to be a normal abdominal pain, although it took a long time, but when I came up to arrange surgery, I still couldn't accept it.
I quietly said that we will get injections to reduce inflammation and relieve pain first, and then we will discuss it.
The director did not compromise, he asked me to decide as soon as possible, saying that my father's acute cholecystitis could not wait, it was getting worse day by day, and adhesion was a big problem.
I called my younger brother, who was in a hurry to go back and didn't take the abdominal pain seriously, and I said that the doctor asked for immediate surgery, and the gallbladder was seriously blocked and could not be delayed.
The younger brother said to do it, and he came back immediately.
So all the consultations were served with the gallbladder removal surgery that began at 2:30 p.m.
From 9 o'clock, I had to accompany my father to do a second CT and then an MRI.
Thanks to the strong support of the beautiful women and handsome guys, we took the green channel and made way for "surgery first".
All the test results were compared with the laboratory results one by one, and the director and his team ruled out other conditions, affirming the significant contribution of the accuracy of the outpatient initial diagnosis.
Before half past two, several waves of doctors gave me a pre-operative confession, risk and hope coexisted, confidence and courage were intertwined, and everyone did their best to learn in their lives.
My father has been practicing medicine for half his life, and it is the way to treat others, but when it is his turn to become sick, he is afraid of needles and is unwilling to cooperate.
He even began fidgeting at half past one in the afternoon, turning the minor surgery that he usually talked about as a strategic decisive battle, and his nervousness was visible to the naked eye.
Our brothers and the doctors and nurses took turns to decompress him, and the effect was average. When he walked to the operating room at half past two, he was so scared that he wouldn't even be able to walk.
The anesthesiologist mistook my father's surgical foundation for a poor foundation, so that I was worried about what my family needed to know before and after anesthesia.
I told him that my father was all an illusion, that he was in good health, and that all kinds of problems that were not problems arose out of fear.
The young anesthesiologist breathed a sigh of relief when he received an affirmative answer from me, and then moved on to the procedure.
Our brothers waited quietly outside, with the utmost patience.
Any rush is useless and only adds to the troubles.
After a whole hour, the heavy sliding door opened, and the director of the hepatobiliary department, who was in charge of the operation, came out with his men, holding a bloody thing on his mobile phone, saying that it was operated on from my father's body, and it was a success.
I suddenly choked up, my eyes blurred with tears, and I said thank you, thank you.
It took more than forty minutes for my father to wait inside and wake up from anesthesia, and then the hepatobiliary doctors pushed my father out.
The anesthesiologist went to the ward with us, and she had to continue to observe, and the anesthesia state should not be taken lightly.
Looking at my sleeping father, I was glad that I came to the hospital in time last night without any hesitation.
I was even more fortunate to meet the director of the municipal key hepatobiliary center.
Thank you for it.
Since then, my father has also become a "brave hero".