Zheng Ren and Wen Xiaonuan changed shifts to take care of Little Stone. Britta's medical skills were very strong. There was no need for Zheng Ren to speak for everything like in Xilin Town Hospital.
Seeing that Little Stone was getting better bit by bit, the watery phlegm gradually decreased, and the mucus overflow had begun to improve, Zheng Ren's heart gradually calmed down.
The clinical work at home was going well. There was no mess because Zheng Ren was not at home. Just as Su Yun often said, a giant beast like the 912 did not lack Boss Zheng.
Zheng Ren also knew that he was the icing on the cake. It was not easy for him to send charcoal in the snow. No matter how big the snow was, the 912 had a way to survive it.
During her days at Britta, Yiren sent a lot of messages every day, telling Zheng Ren what she had done. The change in distance did not seem to exist. Zheng Ren felt that Little Yiren had always been by his side and had never been far away.
The amount of mucus overflow from Little Stone gradually decreased, and the corresponding amount of octreotide pumped in also gradually decreased.
Before that, Britta had already done a bronchoscope examination and taken pathological tissue. She had developed a drug for mutated adenocarcinoma as soon as possible.
Zheng Ren was quite surprised. It had only been 10 days since Little Stone started to have watery phlegm, but he was actually able to develop a new drug. Britta's technical strength was really strong.
Both ways were used to maintain his vital signs and treat the tumor at the same time. The sedative drugs had been stopped. After a day of recovery, Little Stone could already communicate with Wen Xiaonuan and Zheng Ren by writing.
He obviously had a lot to say. After all, he was still a child. It was normal for a teenager to be more lively. Zheng Ren did not want him to work too hard. He repeatedly told Little Stone to lie down for another two days. It would not be too late to talk after the tracheal intubation was removed.
Another day passed. Zheng Ren was present. Doctor Karl personally removed Little Stone's tracheal intubation.
In response, Doctor Karl said that it was a miracle.
Previously, Little Stone's situation was so bad that no one would have thought that he would be able to pull through again.
"Mom." After the tracheal intubation was removed, Little Stone called out softly.
Wen Xiaonuan held Little Stone's hand with one hand and gently stroked his cheek with the other. Tears could not stop flowing.
"Sister Wen, you're too emotional. Why don't you wash your face?" Zheng Ren suggested.
Little Shitou had just had his trachea removed. If Little Shitou's emotions changed due to Wen Xiaonuan's agitation, resulting in a secondary bronchial spasm and the need for him to be put on a ventilator, then there was no need for that.
Wen Xiaonuan also knew that what the child needed now was a smile and not a cry. She nodded. Her hair was messy, and her face looked even more haggard.
She firmly grasped Little Shitou's hand, stood up, and turned around to leave.
"Sleep for a while. You have to rest well," Zheng Ren said as he stood beside Little Stone.
"I've slept for many days and had many dreams. I don't want to sleep anymore," Little Stone said in a hoarse voice.
Zheng Ren thought about it and smiled. He sat beside Little Stone's bed and asked, "Can you dream when you're calm? Or did you do it after you woke up? "
"Older Brother, you're actually not suited to be a doctor." Little Shitou suddenly said something irrelevant. His voice was a little hoarse and carried a hint of exhaustion.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was stunned.
"Your hair has turned white." Little Stone reached out as if to touch Zheng Ren's hair, but his skinny hand was immediately pressed down on the bed by Zheng Ren.
"Did you have white hair in the past or were you in a hurry to see me?" Little Stone asked softly.
"Neither. I was too focused on a case," Zheng Ren said softly. "How do you feel now?"
"Breathing is fine." As he spoke, Little Stone moved his head slightly and glanced at the ECG monitor screen from the corner of his eye. "Blood oxygen saturation of 95%. It's not bad. I feel the same too. It's much better than when I was on the ventilator. I couldn't even breathe then. "
"It's not bad. Dr. Karl from Munich said it was a miracle that you were able to remove the tube." Zheng Ren smiled.
"There aren't that many miracles." Little Stone turned his head to look at Zheng Ren. He tried to squeeze a smile, but the muscles on his face seemed to have not moved for many days and were a little stiff.
"Older Brother, help me rub my face."
"Why?"
"Facial expression management. Do you always have a straight face?"
"Yes, I don't show much expression. Most of the time, I think in my heart." Although Zheng Ren said that, he reached out and rubbed Little Stone's face twice.
At that moment, he felt as if he was playing with Blackie.
However, Little Stone's life force was far less vigorous than Blackie's and was on the verge of withering. When his palm touched his cheek, he could feel the dryness and exhaustion. Zheng Ren's heart was slightly bitter.
Zheng Ren's palm was warm and heavy. Little Stone's spasming muscles seemed to be better and he tried to smile.
"Don't smile if you've worked so hard," Zheng Ren said.
"The harder it is, the more I should smile," Little Stone said. "I don't live to cry."
"…"
Zheng Ren was silent.
"Older Brother, are you very tired?" Little Stone asked.
"I'm fine."
"I'm fine too. When I was calm, I thought I heard you say a lot of things, but I can't remember them now. "Little Stone closed his eyes slightly but refused to stop talking.
"Then don't think about it. It's so tiring."
"Older Brother, what did you say to me?" Little Stone's voice was a little hoarse, just like before Zheng Ren had performed surgery on him.
The tracheal intubation had affected the tissues of the pharynx for a long time, causing his voice to be hoarse. Zheng Ren knew that he would recover after a period of recovery.
In reality, Little Stone should be resting quietly. However, for such a child, being able to communicate with others and appear in the world with a lively smile was what he wanted to do the most.
Zheng Ren did not stop him and spoiled the mood by forcing Little Stone to rest. If he wanted to say something, he would say it. After being assisted by the ventilator for such a long time, Little Stone was probably very eager to communicate with others.
Previously, he had not allowed him to communicate with pen and paper. Now that he could speak, he would say it.
After thinking for a while, Zheng Ren said softly, "I won't lie to you. I just want to know what you really think."
"If you don't lie to me, I won't lie to you," Zheng Ren said.
"The situation before was something I didn't expect. For example, you started coughing up phlegm and there was watery phlegm. I can't even guarantee what will happen to you tomorrow, and I can't guarantee how long this situation will continue. "
"I didn't ask for your guarantee. There's still a problem with your thinking." Little Stone suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zheng Ren seriously.
Although he was very weak and had to use all his strength to perform this simple action, his seriousness and determination were quite clear.
"You think too much, Older Brother."
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