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Chapter 17 017 I was holding back last night

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    Wan Daqin strode into the ward with a dark face, put down the railing beside the bed, helped Wandahe get off the bed, made him stand still, then bent down to pick up the urinal from under the bed, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to Wandahe.

    The nurse reminded Wan Daqin that Wan Dahe must be allowed to urinate in the urinal, the purpose is to collect urine and observe how much he can urinate in a day.

    "Pull the curtain and you go out." Wan Dahe took the urinal.

    "Be careful." Wan Daqin frowned and closed the curtain, standing at the end of bed No. 7, smiling at the father and daughter.

    The sixteenth floor of the inpatient department is a comprehensive department ward, so the patients living there are more mixed.  The thin old man has leukemia, and the girl is his daughter, not quite right, a bit silly.  Both father and daughter live on minimum living allowances, and they don¡¯t need money for medical treatment.

    Wan Daqin found that the silly girl either ate or slept, and lived a comfortable life as a child, growing a body by her own ability.

    The thin old man was amiable, with curved eyebrows and eyes, and asked, "Are you not going to work?"

    "Part-time accountant, mainly studying at home." Wan Daqin replied.

    "How many children are there in your family?"

    "one."

    "Boy or girl?"

    "girl."

    "The girl is very nice, sensible and filial."

    Wan Dahe was peeing while thinking: Girls are sensible and filial, what's the use?  When I grow up, I belong to someone else's family.  There are only one big girl one by one. If Daming earns such a large family fortune, who will he leave it to in a hundred years?  Leaving it to Yi Yi, wouldn't such a large property fall into the hands of outsiders?  Let the big girl have another one, she is not willing.  If you don't listen to the old man's words, she will regret it in the future.

    After about three minutes.

    "Daqin, I'm fine."

    Wan Daqin guessed: Every time Dad urinates badly, does he have urinary stones?

    Tighten the lid of the urinal and put it under the hospital bed before Wan Daqin helped Wan Dahe to lie on the bed.

    Wan Dahe reminded Wan Daqin to erect the railing of the hospital bed.  From time to time, his eyes would go dark, and he was worried that he would fall off the bed. The railings on both sides of the hospital bed were erected, so even if he fainted, he would not fall off the bed.

    Wan Daqin was relieved that her father cherished her life so much.  Cherish your own life, have the desire to live, and not be afraid of not being able to survive.

    How many times did Wandahe urinate, how many times did Wan Daqin wash his hands, soaped every time, the skin on his little hands was almost torn.  I have disposable gloves at home, and I will bring a pack to the hospital tomorrow.

    "Daqin, I urinate more frequently today, almost every ten minutes. What's wrong with me? Is the urine bubble broken?"

    Wan Daqin has black lines all over her head.  What are urine blisters?  What does it look like?  Should say bladder.  If the old man doesn't say anything, it's enough. Everything he says is astonishing, and all he says are golden sentences.  "Since the doctor snatched you back from hell, except for the time when you went to the outpatient clinic, you have been hanging water. Can you stop urinating? Yesterday during the day, the nurse didn't drink water for you, so you urinated less."

    Wan Dahe looked sad and impatient.  "Use more, but it's just a few more times. It's mainly my stomach, which always makes me feel nauseous. It seems that the steamed buns I ate last night are still in my throat, and they go up again and again, but they can't come out. Come on.  Sliding back and forth up and down, the diaphragm should make me uncomfortable."

    Wan Daqin curled her lips, slandering: How many times did you really just urinate?  Better in the morning, every ten minutes in the afternoon, except for the few minutes of urinating each time, you should urinate at least four or five times in an hour.  You old man is too good at making troubles, so I am the only one who has the patience to serve you tirelessly. Try it with your precious son, and I may not know how to scold you.

    "Daqin, do you think I have stomach cancer?" Wan Dahe asked.

    "Can you stop thinking about it?" Wan Daqin was a little impatient: "You have too much imagination, and you are very good at tossing people. If you pee less than once in ten minutes, isn't this frequency too high? If Wan Xiaolong is in  This will take care of you, will you do this? I promise not. You would rather hold your crotch in your crotch than trouble Wan Xiaolong. Wan Xiaolong is your nemesis, I should treat you like Wan Xiaolong, and you will stop.  It¡¯s my own, why is there such a big difference? Just because I¡¯m a daughter? Don¡¯t underestimate your daughter. What a son can do, a daughter can do as well, especially for someone like me who doesn¡¯t have a daughter and acts disrespectful to his parents.  It can be earth-shattering."

    Wan Dahe knew in his heart that the eldest daughter was very angry, and she was still angry at him saying that she was not like her sister, so she seized the opportunity to choke him.

    "There are sons who punch their fathers, and there are daughters who slap their fathers!" Wan Daqin's almond-eyed words did not scare Wan Dahe, but amused him.

    "Xiaolong is here, I will pee when I should pee. Your dad and I are not that capable, so I won't let you pee out. Don't stare at your dad, go and ask the doctor if the results of the examination in the morning come out, bur¡ª  ¡ª¡± Wan Dahe sworeA heavy belch, driven by a vortex-like airflow, the food and medicine in the stomach fused together and flowed out, pouring into the throat, swirling and fermenting again and again.  The nausea that made Wandahe unbearable surrounded him, spread to all limbs and bones, and the brain nerves seemed to be swallowed by the nausea.  Wandahe vomited five times in a row, worked hard and tried hard, and finally swallowed it for the last time. Tears flowed out of his eyes without warning and flowed gorgeously down his cheeks.  This is disgusting tears.

    Wan Daqin tilted the corner of his mouth, after hearing the hiccup.  "I asked you to take the medicine half an hour after the meal. If you don't listen, you feel uncomfortable now?"

    "Don't go on and on like your old man! I'm sick and uncomfortable. I can't bear this crime anymore. I might as well die! If I die, I don't have to suffer this crime!" Wan Dahe couldn't take it anymore, and raised his voice.

    "I'm right to be rambunctious. You should be happy to prove that it's your own. The attending doctor isn't here right now, so I'll ask after the ward round tomorrow morning." Wan Daqin ignored Wandahe's excitement and asked him to vent, which would distract him.  But things were not what she thought, Wan Dahe couldn't hold on anymore, and his temper exploded.

    "You bastard, you got the wrong baby, you should be reborn as a boy! I'm going to be mad at you!" Wan Dahe couldn't stand the nausea anymore, so he beat the bed hard with his fists, punch after punch  The bed board thumped, and he wailed while beating, "God, how could I have such a disease, I didn't do anything bad, how did I become like this, God, how could you treat me like this? If you want my life, you give it to me."  I'm happy, don't slowly torture me to death like this"

    Seeing her father pounding his fists and howling, Wan Daqin was no longer impatient and no longer talkative, only flustered, and hurriedly comforted the old man.  "Dad, don't think about it, hold on, I'll ask the doctor right away." Dad doesn't really have stomach cancer, does he?  After all, the body belongs to dad, and only dad knows best.

    Wan Daqin rushed out of the ward. When he passed the No. 7 bed, his calf felt weak and he almost fell down.  The thin old man saw it and raised his heart.

    The attending doctor was not here, so Wan Daqin could only ask other doctors.  After hearing this, the doctor turned on the computer, found Wandahe's information, and said, "Wandahe has chronic gastritis."

    Although it was gastritis, Wan Daqin was still taken aback.  Dad has too many diseases, heart disease, pneumonia, bronchitis, gastritis, and maybe other diseases.

    "Doctor, my dad is complaining of stomachache and nausea." Wan Daqin's eyes flashed with tears: "My dad is timid and afraid that he will get stomach cancer. Is there any way you can make my dad not feel sick?"

    "Don't worry, I'll prescribe some medicine to treat gastritis." The doctor saw that Wan Daqin was in a hurry, and his tone was more gentle than before: "It will take a few hours for the medicine to arrive in the ward. The exact hour depends on the pharmacy."

    "Okay, thank you doctor." Wan Daqin pressed back the moisture in her eyes, ran back to the room, unknowingly slapped herself in the face, smiled back at the doctor's words, and forgot about not wanting to be filial to her father  .  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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