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After a war song was sung, the light in the old man's eyes disappeared again.

He looked dazed, his eyes were slack, and he stared blankly ahead, as if he was muttering something.

The voice was so small that Du Cheng had to listen carefully to hear the numbers clearly.

"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, 241, is actually the troop number of the old man. He is the battle hero of the 241st Regiment of the 81st Division of the 27th Army.

Hearing these numbers, Du Cheng couldn't help but feel sour. He thought of the old man's files.

The old man was seriously injured in that war, but he also made great contributions. After retiring from the army, he kept a low profile and found a job in his hometown in the north. He did not contact the army anymore, but lived a peaceful life.

When the country was in trouble and needed him, he went there.

After working hard, suffering, and making achievements.

Don't ask for fame, don't ask for profit, don't ask for any benefits.

Go home after completing the task, forget your identity as a hero, and return to the life of ordinary people.

There is nothing better than this when you flick your clothes and hide your merit and fame deeply.

Later, a fire broke out at home, and all the meritorious service certificates were taken away by the fire, leaving only the last one, which was buried deeply in a small box under the bed by the old man.

He also didn't mention the events of the year to his children, and the days passed in such a peaceful way.

After getting sick, she lost her mind and lost the ability to communicate normally with her family.

The past events of that year came up instinctively, and these three numbers were always recited by him, like a magic spell.

The family members were very curious and wanted to know the meaning of these three numbers, but the old man had no way to respond at all.

In order to avoid provoking him, the family stopped asking these three numbers.

Until recently, the secret of these three numbers was completely revealed.

The old leader of the 27th Army visited in person and told the heroic deeds that the old man had hidden for many years.

The old man's comrades-in-arms who were still alive also came to see him. Seeing him like this, they all burst into tears.

The enemy's bullets did not let the old man fall, the cold ice and snow did not let the old man fall, and the serious injuries of the bloody battle did not let the old man fall.

Serious illness brought him down.

For so many years, he has paid so much for the motherland, but has no complaints or regrets, and has never asked for anything in return.

Now that the country is strong and the technology is advanced, it is time for the motherland to do something for him.

Du Cheng clenched his fists and swore secretly that he would try his best 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 talked with the patient's family.

He was nearly fifty years old, wearing a straight white coat, with a gentle smile, but with the majesty of the director of the department of the top tertiary hospital in Beijing.

This majesty makes his words particularly convincing. Patients and family members usually behave like quails in front of him and only nod in agreement.

"The best treatment for cerebral infarction is thrombolytic therapy. Thrombolytic therapy can recanalize the occluded blood vessels and quickly recover and improve the symptoms of brain nerve defects. It is currently the most active and effective method."

"The patient has been ruled out of cerebral hemorrhage through head CT examination, and has clear signs of neurological deficit, so he is more suitable for intravenous thrombolysis. However, the patient has been seriously ill for a long time and is very old, and all functions of the body are beginning to age. , The occlusion of blood vessels in the brain is relatively stubborn, and after the usual drug treatment, the effect is no longer obvious.”

"Now is the best situation. If you continue to take medicine in the future, coupled with rehabilitation treatment, there is a high probability that you can maintain the status quo, and your survival period will be longer than before."

The family members nodded, and a sad look appeared on their faces.

They thought they would be able to cure the old man completely when they arrived in the capital, but they didn't expect that the multi-pronged consultation with experts from all over the country would only stop the old man's condition from aggravating, and then restore a little mobility of his upper limbs.

After this period of treatment, their hopes have been almost shattered, and they are all ready to accept the status quo of the elderly.

"Unless—" Director Fang pondered for a moment, and then continued: "Unless a powerful thrombolytic drug can be found, which may have the effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and slowly remove the stasis in the old man's cerebral blood vessels."

All the family members raised their heads and stared at Director Fang, with light gradually appearing in their eyes.

"Where can I find this kind of powerful thrombolytic medicine?" the old man's eldest daughter asked cautiously.

Director Fang smiled slightly: "I just got the news that Sanqing Pharmaceutical currently has two new thrombolytic and anticoagulant drugs, and the effect is not bad. If you want, you can apply for clinical trials, but these two drugs are still in the clinical trial stage. , the side effects are unknown, and the curative effect has not been verified by a large number of samples, it can only be said that it is a dead horse as a living horse medicine."

"We are willing!" The eldest daughter agreed without thinking.

Director Fang explained the possible consequences in detail: "You must think about it. These two new drugs are still in the experimental stage, and the effect cannot be guaranteed. It can only be said that it may improve the symptoms, but it has a high probability of adverse reactions."

"I want to remind you that the old man's current condition is actually not bad. If he can continue to maintain this state, it is actually not bad. If he tries the medicine, his condition may get better or worse. Any kind of result is possible. .”

"Director Fang..." Du Cheng became a little anxious at the side. He was afraid that the family members would not dare to test the medicine if they heard this, 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.

But the eldest daughter's attitude is still very firm: "Director Fang, don't worry, we have thought about it, as long as it can make Dad's condition a little better, we are willing to try any method."

"Besides, I am confident that the medicine from Sanqing will be effective!" A smile appeared on her face, and the fire of hope in her heart was rekindled.

Hearing what she said, the other two family members also nodded, agreeing to the drug test.

Director Fang nodded: "Okay, I have fulfilled my duty of notification. Next, you guys come over and sign the consent form, and then you can administer medicine to the patient."

After signing the agreement, Director Fang re-examined the old man, and then carefully prescribed the dosage that fit the condition.

With the help of his family members, the old man took the pills in the cup tremblingly.

Director Fang told the nurse some precautions, and took Du Cheng away.

In the next few days, the old man took the medicine on time every day, and everything was as usual.

Director Fang still came to make rounds every day, and then checked the old man's physical condition.

He mainly checks to see if the elderly have any adverse reactions, because the 90-year-old elderly are generally relatively fragile, and any discomfort may cause serious consequences, and the drug must be stopped immediately.

Of course, the most important physical examination is also the focus of his attention, the efficacy of the medicine is secondary, and the most important thing is not to cause any damage to the organs and internal organs.

Otherwise, if acute organ failure is caused by the test drug, it will be a big trouble.

"Huh," Director Fang looked at the physical examination report and was amazed: "All the body functions are normal, there is no problem, and the patient has no adverse reactions, but it seems to be a little lethargic, which is normal."

He suddenly fell into thought: "It's strange, logically speaking, anticoagulant drugs will more or less cause side effects of bleeding."

"Even the ace drug, apixaban, can cause anemia in patients after use. As for hemoptysis, gastrointestinal bleeding, thrombocytopenia, and hematuria, these are also possible. In severe cases, it may even lead to hidden or overt bleeding of organs. .”

"It is said that one of the most notable features of Sanqing's drugs is that they have very few side effects, and there are almost no adverse reactions. It really lives up to its reputation."

"But what is the reason for this?"

With deep doubts, Director Fang looked at the CT examination report.

"What?" He suddenly trembled.

Du Cheng has been paying attention to his expression, and seeing his face change drastically, he couldn't help asking eagerly: "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

Director Fang stared at the CT for a long time, then reluctantly looked away, and introduced the performance of CT images to Du Cheng.

"The lesions of cerebral infarction are generally caused by blockage of large blood vessels and small blood vessels. Patients have both conditions. Therefore, on CT, here and here, one or more ovals in the brain can be seen in essence. Low-density lesions with very clear boundaries and no mass effect, which is the occlusion of small blood vessels."

"At the same time, it can also be seen that there is a large area of ​​low-density imaging, which is the blockage of some large blood vessels. If it is in the acute stage, there will be edema around the lesion, ventricular compression and midline shift. After the acute phase, it is the patient's 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, but couldn't see anything, so he scratched his head and said.

"Director Fang, you don't need to explain it so carefully, it's too professional. I'm a rough old man, and I can't understand anything. Just tell me if the condition has improved or not."

Director Fang laughed, and said with a look of color on his face: "Let's try to talk to the patient a few words, and we will know the result."

He walked to the hospital bed, stretched out his right hand, and shook it in front of the old man's eyes.

The old man's two eyeballs immediately moved with the wave of his finger.

Director Fang lowered his voice and called out 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..."

A miracle happened suddenly.

The old man raised his still-moving left hand tremblingly, saluted a non-standard military salute, and opened his mouth for a long time before uttering a vague word.

"arrive…"

Wow!

The audience burst into tears.

This small salute represents the loyal life of the old man.

It turns out that even if a person has wrinkled face and white temples, the faith in his chest is still young.

It turned out that even if a person collapsed on the bed with blurred consciousness, the faith in his chest was still there.

Du Cheng's eyes were moist, and he could not help but feel tears gushing out. He, a big man, kept wiping the corners of his eyes, so excited that he couldn't say a word.

All the family members were so excited that they surrounded the old man and talked in a hurry.

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 beside Du Cheng, silently handed over a tissue, and then patted Du Cheng on the shoulder.

After a while, Du Chengcai came to his senses and muttered to himself: "Old soldiers don't die, they just wither slowly."

He turned around suddenly, grabbed Director Fang's arm tightly, and said anxiously: "Director Fang, what's going on? Has Mr. Song started to recover?"

Director Fang nodded with a serious expression, raised the CT film in his hand, pointed to 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: "Part of the cerebral blood vessels in the frontal area of ​​the patient's forehead have been dredged, the density of the lesion 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. In five days, not only did the patient's condition improve, but the patient's consciousness also began to recover. His condition is so severe that I originally I didn't expect much, 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 recover."

He didn't listen to a word of other words.

He strode forward and looked at the old man on the hospital bed whose eyes began to focus, his chest heaved and heaved 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, looking at the military uniform on his body, his eyes shone instantly.

Director Fang came up and said: "You can easily affect the patient's mood like this, which is not good for the stability of the patient's condition. Let's go first."

He glanced at the old man and said thoughtfully: "Come back in two days, and you should be able to hear a touching story."

The old man's eyes followed Du Cheng's figure closely until they disappeared outside the door.

He is dizzy now, and everything is a little blurry.

The three daughters in front of him made him feel a little strange.

Only that touch of green was very familiar to him.

As soon as I saw it, some hazy fragments kept popping up in my mind.

He closed his eyes tightly, inhaled deeply, and exhaled.

Slowly, the voice in the ear disappeared.

Breathing also became steady.

Memories flashed before his 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 state all the time, not daring to relax.

The environment was too harsh, with heavy wind and snow. He watched many soldiers around him become silent one by one, and some of them were even frozen into ice sculptures.

When the charge sounded suddenly, his legs had already lost feeling.

Seeing more and more comrades in arms stand up and charge, he became more and more anxious, picked up the gun with great difficulty, beat his legs hard, and with more intense pain, he forced his frozen legs to relax a little. reaction.

After barely getting up, he rushed to the enemy desperately.

The fighting became more and more intense, and the company commander and platoon leader fell one after another.

At this time, he was already seriously injured, so he resolutely took over the command and led the rest of his comrades to continue the charge.

The bloody battle lasted for days and nights, and the enemy's bombing never stopped.

He also passed out, and when he woke up, he found a big gash in his abdomen, and his body was covered in blood. His own blood and that of his comrades were mixed together, and they could no longer be distinguished.

It hurts, it hurts deep into the bone marrow, but at this time, no matter how painful it is, I have to endure it.

He casually grabbed a handful of snow, daubed the wound vigorously, temporarily controlled the injury, continued to fight with the gun, and persisted until the end.

Then, he passed out, and when he woke up again, he was already in the hospital.

There was some pain in the abdomen, and when I stretched out my hand to feel it, there were dense stitches, more than 50 stitches were stitched.

It is said that the medical staff desperately rescued him for a day and a night before barely saving his life.

However, the lives of those comrades-in-arms are gone, gone.

In the old man's closed eyes, two lines of muddy tears rolled down.