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Chapter 727

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Tang En's work and rest schedule was finally back to normal. It was normal because he could now sleep at night, wake up in the morning, and eat three meals a day normally.

He felt that he had no more problems and could immediately go through the discharge procedures. But Stanley Meyer firmly disagreed. He felt that he should continue to be observed, so Tang En was still in the intensive care unit until now, with Shania taking care of his daily life.

During this period of time, Twain received many calls, all from people who were concerned about him, asking about his health. His answer was always, "I'm feeling great, thank you!"

Most of the people who cared about him were his friends. His friends in Nottingham personally came to visit and chat with him to help Tang En relax and ease his emotions. The team's players entrusted George Wood and Eastwood to come forward and send flowers and greetings. To prevent Tang En from getting emotional again, they did not talk about the team's current situation, and Tang En did not ask. It was as if he was really determined to be a hands-off boss.

Those friends who were not in the area called and sent text messages to greet him. For example, Des Walker and Ian Bowyer, as well as the old Forest officials from Brian Clough's era, also expressed concern about the Forest team's current manager.

Tang En even received a greeting call from Michael Bernard from the faraway United States, which moved him to the point of being a mess.

The other people who greeted him were the managers of English Premier League teams. No matter how hard they fought on the field in the past, it looked like they had a vendetta against them. At this time, those things were forgotten.

Roy Keane called. Alan Shearer called. Even Benítez, a team manager who had been suppressed by the Forest team for three consecutive years, sent a text message to greet him.

Evan and Allan also came to the hospital to visit him once, saying what Dunn had already said. They told him to rest well and not to think about anything.

Arsenal's manager, Wenger, and Manchester United's manager, Ferguson, made a special trip from London and Manchester to visit Tang En. This put him in a very good mood for those two days.

In the past, he had always thought that his foul mouth and character had allowed him to offend everyone in the circle he could. Now that he had suffered such a disaster, those enemies must be laughing up their sleeves. He did not expect these people to still care about his health. He felt a small sense of accomplishment in his heart. I, Tony Twain, have good relations with people!

When he was in a good mood, his heart started to work more normally. The smile on Stanley Meyer's face gradually grew. Shania would no longer be afraid — in fact, this was what Tang En cared about the most.

These days, Shania had become much more haggard. If she were to go on the runway again, she probably wouldn't even need to control her weight.

In fact, the English Premier League managers had expressed their concern for Tony Twain. It was probably more because of the sudden collapse of Tony Twain, a manager in his forties. It made them feel a chill in the winter just after Christmas. Everyone was the same. No one was any less stressed than the others. Now that they saw Tang En lying on the sickbed and unable to continue working, they felt a little scared — would this be their future? On what day will I suddenly collapse on the sidelines of a match or training ground? Am I going to die? Tony Twain was very lucky. After being in a coma for 24 hours, he was saved. He was lucky, and it had a lot to do with the fact that he was only forty. What about us old men? The next time it's our turn, are we ready? Will we have such good luck again? Can our bodies, which are aging day by day, survive this winter?

Wenger's words in an interview after visiting Tang En almost represented the common thoughts of all the English Premier League managers, "I hope Tony is still so sharp, full of fighting spirit, able to withstand the pressure and overcome his heart. The last thing I want to see is his collapse. Seeing him in this position for so many years, I think I might be the next … "

Ferguson also said, "I had a pacemaker installed four years ago. I can understand Tony Twain's feelings at this time. He feels that everything in the world is under his control, but he is knocked down by his heart and the pressure. I can only use my experience to tell him that it's no big deal. I'm already sixty-eight years old, but I'm still doing well in this position, receiving at least ninety minutes of intense stimulation once a week. I'm full of energy and don't feel tired at all. If possible, I want to continue. "

Roy Keane, on the other hand, expressed his hope for Tang En in short words, "I've fully felt the different feelings this new job brings me. If he can return to the manager's seat, I think he will be a hero for all of us. At that time, when our two teams play against each other, I will applaud him. "

No one wanted to become the second "Tony Twain." No one wanted Tang En to collapse. Because it would make them feel a little desperate — was this the fate of a football manager?

The greatest manager in the history of the Scottish Premier League, Tyne, died on the field of play because of a heart attack; Liverpool's former manager, Gerard Houllier, had a heart attack in the game against Leeds and was rescued for eleven hours; Nottingham Forest's legendary manager, Brian Clough, even said, "If I had to, I would rather shoot my grandmother in exchange for three points"; Taylor resigned from Aston Villa because he could not bear the pressure; the 41-year-old former Newcastle United manager, Glenn Roeder, was diagnosed with cerebral thrombosis after his heart attack; in 2004, Ferguson installed a pacemaker in his heart, just in case …

These examples were enough.

Now it was the turn of the fearless "Forest King" Tony Twain, who thought that no one in the world could subdue him?

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The days of observation lasted for a week. One day, Meyer found him again. After checking his body's various indicators, he put on a negotiating tone and said to Tang En, "Mr. Tang En, how about I install a little thing here?" He pointed to Tang En's heart.

Tang En did not understand. "Install what?"

"A very cute little thing — a pacemaker."

This term gave Tang En a shock.

"Isn't that an old man …"

"As long as there's a problem with the heart rhythm, it can be installed. It's not necessarily a privilege for old people, Mr. Tang En. "Meyer was especially pleasant today.

Tang En muttered in his heart. Didn't Stanley say that his condition was improving day by day these few days? Why did he suddenly want to install a pacemaker for himself? Could it be … that his condition was actually getting worse?

"My teacher told me, Stanley. Is my heart failing? "He frowned and asked with a serious expression.

As he asked this, Tang En could feel Shania, who was beside him, holding his hand a little tighter.

He did not expect Stanley Meyer to laugh. "You're recovering very well, Mr. Tang En. But if it's broken once, it's broken once, "he said, pointing at Tang En's heart. "We can't guarantee that there won't be any problems here in the future. Besides, your own condition has decided … Unless you plan to resign from Nottingham Forest and never work as a professional football manager again, then you can still control your emotions. Are you willing to accept my suggestion? Mr. Tang En. "

Tang En did not expect to hear this. Asking him not to be a professional football manager?

Stop joking!

Other than this, what else can I do? Not be a manager, just sit at home and wait to die?

He suddenly thought of the dream he had when he was unconscious.

I definitely don't want to live that kind of life again … Everything that's happening here now is my life. I may also encounter failure, I may lie on a hospital bed like this, but I've fought here and will continue to fight.

"Hey, Stanley. I really don't know what else I can do other than this. "Tang En laughed.

Stanley Meyer also laughed. "You see, I knew you would give this answer. That's why I directly asked you if you wanted to install a pacemaker instead of asking you if you wanted to resign from your job as a manager. Listen to me, Mr. Tang En. The profession you're in is a high-risk profession for people with heart disease. Even the world's most brilliant cardiologists and heart surgeons cannot guarantee that a manager who already has a heart disease will not relapse … and the probability of relapse is frighteningly high. Have you heard of such a thing? "Meyer paused for a moment.

Tang En signaled him with his eyes to continue.

"One year, ITV installed a device specifically to detect the pulse of two English Premier League managers and let them bring the device to the field to direct the match. Generally speaking, the heartbeat of a normal person is between 60 and 100 beats per minute. But the number displayed on the device is more than twice this standard! Generally speaking, such a heartbeat will only appear in astronauts and stock market bankrupts … "Meyer spread his hands. "I can't guarantee that your heart won't have problems again after being in such an environment for a long period of time."

Tang En realized that Shania's grip on his hand was getting tighter. He glanced at the nervous Shania, then turned his head to Meyer and said with a smile, "I'm afraid I can't give you an answer right now. Can you let me think about it?"

Meyer pushed up his glasses. "That's what you should do. After all, this isn't something as common as going out to buy a pack of cigarettes. "

He turned around and left.

Tang En looked at Shania. He knew that Shania had something to say, and he had most likely already guessed what Shania wanted to say.

But Shania did not open her mouth.

The two of them looked at each other. In the end, it was Tang En who gave in first. "I know what you want to say, Shania. You want to persuade me to resign, right? "

Shania nodded.

"But I can't listen to you this time, Shania."

Shania pursed her lips. "Why? Is life not important enough? "

"Of course life is important, especially to someone like me who has died once. There's nothing more important in this world than being able to have life. But … "Tang En's tone immediately changed." There's something that's as important as life — living. "

"Isn't that the same?" Shania frowned. She could not understand Tang En's words.

"Of course it's not the same. Living is not as simple as just having life. Shania … "Tang En looked at the little fairy in front of him." Your Uncle Tony is a very incompetent person. Other than being a manager, he can't do anything else. He doesn't know how to do anything. If I resign from this job, then even if I have a hundred years of life, I won't be considered alive. You and football are the evidence that I'm living in this world. I'm not willing to give up either of them. "

Yes, it's you guys who make me feel that I'm not dreaming now. The past five years were not a dream. It's actually not a long time, but I've already left a mark that belongs to me in this world. If I abandon football, that mark will gradually disappear with the passage of time. No one will remember me anymore. Without evidence of my existence and the meaning of continuing to exist, what's the point of having life?

The walking dead, muddling along and waiting for death, muddling along, dragging out an ignoble existence … These words should not appear in my life dictionary.

Who am I?

That small employee in Chengdu, Tang En, died when he was twenty-six years old! Now I'm the forty-year-old Tony Tang En, the manager of Nottingham Forest!

Shania's sigh broke the silence in the room.

"I knew Uncle Tony would say that. That's just how you are." She shrugged and spread her hands. "If I don't let you touch football, you'll feel worse than death … As long as there's football, you can even forget about me … To be honest, Uncle Tony, I've been jealous of football many times."

Tang En smiled and hugged Shania. "It won't happen again from now on. Both of you have the same place in my heart … "

He did not expect Shania to laugh instead of getting angry. "Who comforts people like that? Shouldn't the normal way be to look at me affectionately and say, 'From now on, you're number one in my heart'? Alright, I promise you. But please pay attention to your health, and don't ignore my words this time. "

Tang En nodded vigorously. "Don't worry. I still have a long way to go in life. "

People who were not afraid of death often did so because they had lost their attachments and attachments to the world. That was why they could face death with dignity. The current Tony Tang En was afraid of dying …

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Stanley Meyer was a good and understanding doctor. The method he prepared for Tang En was the best of both worlds. He did not have to worry about a sudden death, but he also did not have to give up football because of it. Installing a pacemaker in the chest was indeed a good idea.

Some people might think that it was a bit exaggerated for a forty-year-old to install a pacemaker, but for Tang En, who had almost died, this bit of face was not within his scope of consideration.

Both he and Shania agreed to undergo the surgery to install a pacemaker.

Before the surgery, Meyer provided many pacemakers for them to choose from. Of course, his most recommended was the improved R-wave inhibitory pacemaker. And Tang En liked this kind of pacemaker the most. Because it was a pacemaker on demand.

When the patient's heart rate was normal or higher than the pacemaker's fixed pulse rate, the pacemaker did not have any effect. Once the patient's heart rate was lower than the pacemaker's natural frequency, that is, the ventricular electrodes could not sense the R-wave produced by their own rhythm. The pacemaker would wait for a predetermined period of time and immediately send pulses according to the fixed pacemaker frequency to get the heart into a working state. This was the most commonly used and most convenient type of pacemaker.

The other pacemakers were not suitable for Tang En's situation.

In terms of power for the pacemaker, Tang En expressed the hope that there was a battery that could be used for a long time and did not need to be replaced. He really did not like coming to the hospital. This time, staying here for half a month made him extremely uncomfortable. Moreover, replacing the battery itself was a very dangerous surgery. It was better to take as little of this risk as possible.

Stanley Meyer smiled after hearing Tang En's special request because he thought of something. "Although most pacemaker batteries are said to be able to be used for ten years, in fact, they only have a lifespan of four or five years. But in fact, five years is not a short time … Well, if you must not need to replace the battery for a long time … there is a power battery that should meet your requirements."

"What is it?"

Meyer snapped his fingers. "Nuclear battery."

Hearing the word "nuclear," Shania's eyes widened and her face turned pale. She was obviously frightened. Everyone knew what "nuclear" was and what harm it could do.

Tang En obviously had the same concerns, but he did not show it.

Meyer smiled and explained to them, "The technology of nuclear batteries is very complete. You don't have to worry about the radiation problem. The maximum radiation dose is the same as the amount of radiation emitted by the phosphor on a luminous watch. Within a year, the total radiation dose received by the human body is only equivalent to the dose of a chest X-ray. The battery is very strictly sealed, and the nuclear material inside is also impossible to leak out. And even if there is a risk of leakage, the installation of mercury batteries will not reduce this risk. Once leakage occurs, whether it is mercury batteries or nuclear batteries, it will be a great harm to the human body. So the safety standards in this area are very, very strict. "

At this point, Meyer stroked his chin and muttered, "I also think that it is very necessary to request for a battery with a longer service life … After all, the surgery to replace the battery also has a huge risk, and it is also very inconvenient for Mr. Tang En's work … It is best not to open this kind of thing that is implanted under the skin often. Nuclear batteries are indeed a very good choice! "He raised his voice, as if he agreed with this idea. "Now there are 136 patients in the United Kingdom who have been fitted with nuclear battery pacemakers. The patient with the longest time has had his pacemaker continuously work without any problems for 34 years, and there is no sign of the battery running out. You must know that most patients come to the hospital on average every two to three years for the surgery to replace the pacemaker battery. No matter how you look at it, nuclear batteries are very cost-effective. "

Tang En whistled and said, "And it sounds very cool. It's decided then, a nuclear-powered pacemaker! "

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Five days later, Tang En was pushed into the operating room. Dr. Stanley Meyer personally acted as the chief surgeon and installed the extraordinary pacemaker for him.

Three hours later, the Royal College of Medicine Affiliated Hospital held a press conference to announce to all the media that the operation to install the pacemaker for Tony Tang En was very successful. From now on, Tang En had a nuclear-powered heart.

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