The first stop I took my father to Beijing for treatment was the largest stomatological hospital in Asia. I have seen Weibo, a crosstalk performer in Yun-peng Yue. Like my father, he has a tumor in his right parotid gland. Maybe he is benign. A deputy chief physician in this hospital was selected for operation. The operation was very successful, the back of the ear was stitched neatly, and the surgical line could not be seen from the front, which protected the brilliance of an actor on the stage.
I made an appointment with this experienced doctor in advance. He asked his father to have an operation in hospital, and to do all kinds of tests first. If he meets the requirements of general anesthesia operation, he will perform the operation himself. However, the father's tumor site is densely nerve-dense, and the facial nerve cannot be preserved during the operation. After the operation, his mouth will be crooked and his nose will drool. Hearing this, I was worried and hesitated. He said seriously that it is very important to save my life first.
Stomatological hospital has no PET/CT equipment, so we have to take my father to the first general hospital in China for PET/CT. The results showed that lung metastasis and operation were meaningless.
Still unwilling to run a number of well-known hospitals, and finally decided to be the first in the country. After all, it has no weak departments, and the departments related to father's diagnosis are among the top ten hospitals in the country, with concentrated famous doctors and convenient consultation.
However, what hit me hard was the chief expert of a certain department. I bought her special needs number from the dealer at a high price. She only took one look at the film and said coldly in front of her father: in her old age, there is no rule of law in her old age! Father is deaf and can't hear what she is saying clearly, but he seems to feel something from the woman's stern eyes, and the old man's tears welled up. I quickly shouted in my father's ear: the doctor criticized us for not hanging a special number for this ailment! The woman gave me a surprised look: doesn't the old man know his illness? I am disgusted with this old woman in my heart, and I am anxious to ask for advice: Are there any domestic targeted drugs? What about PD- 1 How about Car-T Although this woman has seen more life and death, she still can't bear to look straight at the tears of an old man. While writing the medical record, she bowed her head and answered my questions. The whole process of seeing a doctor will be over in about three minutes.
Go home and surf the internet to search for pictures and information of radiotherapy doctors. The expert I am looking for must be a real famous doctor, with a smile and a straight face, and no beef that scares patients. Dr. Zhang came into my sight. According to online information, he is one of the top ten outstanding doctors, doctoral supervisors and well-known experts in the capital. Even a great god revealed that this famous doctor was a "physician", and former the State Council Vice Premier Chen X-xian recovered and lived a long life under his careful treatment, and it was not a tumor disease that finally died. I think Dr. Zhang's face is full of elegance and kindness, and the patient is 100% praised him, so I immediately decided on him.
Early the next morning, I was waiting outside his clinic. There can't be today's figures. I just want to ask him to give my father a plus sign.
? Dr. Zhang and his assistant opened the clinic on time, and I was the first to rush in and ask for a plus sign. "no!" He resolutely refused, but with a smile on his face, he explained the reason concisely. He had to see 30 patients from all over the country all morning. Sorry, he can't add a logo. My assistant politely asked me to leave.
I don't want to stand outside the consulting room. My father's illness is not allowed to wait. Dr. Zhang only goes out for half a day a week. Even if he looks for a number dealer, it is difficult to get a number next week.
Regardless of the willy-nilly, I rushed in for the second time to show my difficulties: I came all the way from Hunan to live in the basement, and the old man was too old ... Before I finished, the assistant inside and the nurse outside pushed me out together. Dr. Zhang looked up at me, not angry, still smiling.
? I stood outside under the key guard of the nurse and didn't leave. Dr. Zhang's smile gave me hope like a ray of sunshine. I waited until the last patient came out at noon and immediately broke through the nurse's block. The third time, dr. zhang was explaining the analysis to his assistant, and my intrusion forced him to stop. He motioned to his assistant not to push me and let me talk. I quickly expressed my father's illness in a quasi-professional way. Maybe my eagerness and recklessness are interesting. He looked at me, smiled again, and motioned for my assistant to take my medical card, add a number on the computer and go to my father's clinic next week.
For the next three months, I helped my father to the radiotherapy room every day. Dr. Zhang led his colleagues to treat his father carefully and thoughtfully. He often put a smile to his father's ear, gave a thumbs-up and praised him loudly: Grandpa!
Father's expression is much more relaxed and full of confidence. He doesn't believe that he can't surrender this lump!
Dr. Zhang's smile opened the spring of our father and son!