The doctor sighed, "Your heart muscle is hypertrophy, and it's so hypertrophy. Alas, I don't know if your heart can withstand general anesthesia, and I don't know if your surgery will be done tomorrow. I can only ask you to take a color ultrasound tomorrow morning to see what the problem is."

I said ignorantly, Ah, OK.

After a while, I remembered to say, Doctor, if I find out tomorrow that my heart is in bad condition, can I sign a letter of information by myself or have a tumor done? Because of this tumor, I can't wait any longer.

The doctor sighed, it was not yours and I had the final say, let’s see the result tomorrow.

We returned to the ward and sat on the bed and started to check our phones in a speechless manner. Then I pulled the curtain up and said to her, "If you want to cry, just cry." Her eyes turned red and said I didn't want to cry. I said it's no big deal. If the heart is big, it's coronary heart disease? This thing is well controlled and does not affect lifespan. The blood vessels are blocked for 70 years before they are used. Why is it not blocked for 70 years at my age?

In fact, I just found out that another possibility was cardiovascular tumor. During the examination, I took a look at the treatment cost and forced myself to eliminate this situation.

At night, she lie with me on the hospital bed for a while before going to bed, as if she was afraid that I would die soon. She asked why we always encounter so many and so difficult things. I said when we were together, I said that I was a bad thing and would be thrown into trouble, and you don’t believe it. When I was writing XX, when I was writing XX, when I was writing XX, when I was writing XX, when I was writing XX, I caught XXX, and I never asked me to think and write well without any worries. You believe it this time.

She said I believe it now.

I wanted to frown and say um? How could you say that? I felt suspicious of being stolen, so I kept my melancholy silent and began to wonder whether to give myself a character with a disabled and strong will in the future.

It was a good thing for not sleeping well for two days. Because I was very sleepy, I finally fell asleep and survived the night.

I woke up the next day and waited for more than an hour. Finally, the doctor took me to take a color ultrasound. The doctor said that the result of color ultrasound is faster than that of chest X-rays, let’s take a look at color ultrasound.

I lay down on the bed, and the doctor was watching the color super girl take a picture of me. The instrument had just slid on my chest twice, and I heard the great compassionate and mysterious spiritual light of the color super girl speak the fairy voice: His heart is quite normal? It looks nothing wrong. Well, there is a little tricuspid regurgitation-

I was ecstatic: I know this! Many people have it! It’s not a big problem!

The Color Super Lady finished filming for me and told the doctor that there was no big problem with his heart and it was OK.

The doctor said, OK, so he took me out of the color ultrasound room.

But why did he see my heart very big yesterday? I wonder if the doctor is a little embarrassed and doesn't speak. I just said, Doctor, is it because I rarely exercise - my profession is typing - so my chest muscles are underdeveloped and my chest cavity becomes smaller, so the proportion seems to be larger than that of normal people?

The doctor said, this shouldn't be the case.

I smiled evilly and thought to myself that you probably can't think of what "no exercise" method I mentioned - you can't help but underestimate my V5 master, the flower green flower of my flower. Then I said, I heard that people with underdeveloped chest muscles cannot fully open their chest cavity when breathing, and cannot fully expand their lungs, so they will feel stuffy. This is probably the problem of small chest cavity, right?

The doctor sighed and said, "Oh, maybe."

When I returned to the ward, I first compared her V, and her face suddenly became bright. I said that there was no problem with color ultrasound and that the surgery would be normal tomorrow. So at noon, she started eating the boxed lunch voraciously, and I complained that the boxed lunch was unpalatable - until today, I regretted that I didn't finish the boxed lunch well.

On the third day, on June 10, after getting up in the morning, I started surgery such as water ban, fasting, and waited from 8 o'clock to 4:30 pm.

The nurse asked me to walk to the door of the ward, take off my shoes and go to the green operating bed? Then I pushed me through the corridor, enter the elevator, and go to the 11th floor. The bed sheets were green, the corridor walls were green, and the clothes were green. I thought to myself, this moment finally came - I just need to be anesthetized, and after the anesthesia, I finished it, the result came out, and the dust settled...

At this time, my heart was very quiet. I pushed the operating room, and the doctor and nurse were preparing and chatting. I watched them fix my hands and feet. I turned my head and said, Doctor, if the situation is not good during the operation, I hope to retain my facial nerves. The doctor said, Oh, okay.

At this time, the anesthesiologist came over and said to me, I'm going to push medicine to your vein now!

Because I usually have insomnia and have never experienced the feeling of falling asleep instantly, I have always wanted to try how long I can stay awake. After the doctor said that I would push the medicine, I asked me, what do I feel?

I said, well, it’s a bit of a ghosting view.

The doctor said, ghosting?

I thought to myself, ah? Is there something wrong with my situation...

Then I woke up.

There were only two nurses left in the operating room. The first thing I did was to frown, blink, and bulge my mouth.

My facial nerves can be retained when my eyebrows move, my eyes move, and my eyes move.

You can't imagine the joy in my heart, which is no less than that of me. Suddenly, every one of my readers posted a book review at the end of each chapter.

The anesthetic energy probably hasn't passed. But I was so happy that I started talking. I said, "Nurse, when will I go back to the ward?" One nurse said, "Wait until Sui Shu wake up." I said, I feel that I am awake, I want to go back soon, but I'm afraid she's worried. The nurse said, "What are you talking about?" Another nurse said, he said he's afraid she's worried! The nurse stopped talking."

Later I was pushed back to the ward and another V was compared. She said, the nurse said you were too many words. I said I was happy. Not only did I, I even took out my cell phone and started taking pictures and sending messages to everyone after I returned to the hospital bed.

I started to urinate. I urinated five times in one night, and the first time I got caught when I grew up.

Both of us were very happy. The probability of the nerve being retained means that the tumor did not wrap the nerves, and was completely removed without wrapping the nerves, which also greatly reduces the probability of recurrence in the future.

One night, the next day I was happy to survive the day. On the third day, the doctor in the hospital asked me to go to the dressing room to change the dressing room. I could finally ask about the operation and ask him how my tumor was. The doctor in the hospital said that your tumor grew close to the nerves and did not grow deep. The tumor and half of the parotid gland were cut off and cleaned up very clean.

I said to doctor, is this my benign or malignant?

The doctor said that this depends on the pathology. Maybe I was worried and said, but the nerve growth has not yet invaded the nerve, and it is likely to be benign. I said that if it is the nerve growth or malignant? He said, then you can go to buy lottery tickets.

He really, I cried to death.

The doctor told us both to be very happy, enough to endure their own pain in the next few days - she wanted to urinate me, she couldn't sleep all night, and even more so during the day. The analgesic pump made me hiccup on the first day, and the next day I started to have stomachache. The bandage on my head had to be pressed, and I had to press the cut parotid gland to prevent poor healing and leaking saliva, so I was dizzy and I could not sleep as long as I lay flat.

On the third day, I removed the drainage tube on my neck and continued to pressurize and bandage. When I removed the drainage tube and pressed the wound, I didn't feel the pain, and I even wanted to laugh a little. Therefore, I felt that the analgesic pump made my stomach hurt so it would be better to remove it. I went to the nurse station to remove the analgesic pump.

Then at night I was awakened by the wound.

I ran to the nurse's station to ask for medicine, and the nurse said, give it!

I swallowed the medicine and it took effect quickly and the pain was much weaker. I really want to know what medicine it was.

In the next few days, we had two bottles of vitamins and amino acids a day, and we ate very little liquid food, waiting for the pathological results to recover slowly. We defeated facial paralysis and myocardial hypertrophy, and felt in a very good mood. As for the wounds that were in surgery, it was about 20 cm long from the front of the ear to the under neck. But I didn’t care much about this, and even thought about the scars that were too obvious after thinking about what pattern to tattoo.

I just want to vomit when I think of the three words "egg custard".

It was until Thursday night that the surgeon came to see me and told me that the result was out, and it should be benign.

I was ecstatic and quickly shared it with everyone - but before I could finish sharing, the doctor came with a report and said, "You, take a look at it yourself. If you want, you can go to the 14th floor to do an immunohistochemistry after being discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Half of the ecstasy was gone. I read the pathological report while reading the relevant words on Baidu. The report should be that it looks like a benign tumor, but there is also a possibility of malignancy. Further immunohistochemistry is needed to determine whether there are cancer cells inside.

By this time, I felt that my mood was getting a little numb and no longer as nervous as before. Because at least I knew I would not have facial paralysis - I told her before the operation that this is what I pay most attention to, and I don’t even care much about whether it is cancer.

So today is the second day after I got home, and I was still waiting for the results of immunohistochemistry. Whether it is good or bad, I finally got a heart disease.

I want you to touch your cheeks and see if there are any small lumps. If there is one, go and check it carefully. Don’t delay twenty years like me. If you want to ask you to go to the hospital for some discomfort. Don’t avoid the disease and avoid the doctor. Don’t think “I won’t get XX disease.”

I hope I can adjust my mood as soon as possible, update the Fearless True Lord once or twice a week, and prepare a new book at the same time. I also hope that in the next two or three years, I will be safe and bored, so that I can spend all my energy on writing, not worrying and worrying. Thanks to the editor-in-chief Beihe and book friend Xingjiewan for providing me with great help, and I wish all of you good health and never need to be hospitalized.
Chapter completed!