Mr. Alzheimer's

Chapter 77 Surgery

Pei Yang got a superficial kiss, like a feather scratched his lips, itching and numb, he subconsciously licked his lower lip, a little dissatisfied.

"Don't lick it, it will crack."

Pei Yang obediently kept his tongue away, and pursed his pale and dry lips.

"hungry--"

Fu Shuzhuo: "Take a rest and eat after recovering some strength."

Pei Yang nodded vigorously, his eyes turned around in the ward, but he didn't see the second figure.

He slowed down and asked, "Where's Dad?"

"When I saw you woke up, I went home and said I would make soup for you."

From Pei Yang's point of view, it wasn't long before he woke up, but in fact, three hours had passed since he started to wake up.At that time Pei Zhiliang was beside Fu Shuzhuo, but Pei Yang didn't see it.

Maybe it was hard to hide his joy, or maybe he didn't know how to face his son, Pei Zhiliang chose to go home.

"Your brother and the others have all gone back. Work is inseparable from people."

Pei Yang expressed his understanding. After all, two weeks have passed, and he has no real feeling at all.Pei Yuji and Pei Siwei both had their own lives, so it was impossible to stay by the hospital bed and wait for him to wake up.but……

Pei Yang said dissatisfied: "What is my brother? Does it have nothing to do with you?"

Fu Shuzhuo was helpless: "Our brother."

He was a little uncomfortable for a while, after all, he had never felt the taste of family, let alone siblings, the only cousins ​​he had contact with were the two children of his aunt's house.

"Knowing that you are awake, they said to come back tonight."

"Is there anything to come back, aren't you tired from running around..." Pei Yang's throat was itchy, and he begged pitifully, "Honey, I want to drink water."

Fu Shuzhuo couldn't help laughing: "Is it very slippery to talk to each other now?"

Pei Yang smiled flatteringly.He was sure that Fu Shuzhuo had never looked in the mirror before, so he didn't know what he looked like now.His hair was disheveled, his face was haggard, and his eyes were full of unresolved worries. He was more like a patient than he was.

Fu Shuzhuo went to ask the doctor, and after getting an affirmative answer, he raised the hospital bed so that Pei Yang could lie on his back so that he could drink water.

"Drink slowly."

Pei Yang drank a big cup, if Fu Shuzhuo didn't stop him, he would have another cup.

"Take a break and drink."

Fu Shuzhuo put the cup aside and was about to level the hospital bed when Pei Yang raised his hand: "Come closer."

Fu Shuzhuo bent down and approached, and Pei Yang touched his face as he wished. There was a little beard on his chin, and he poked his hand a little bit.

Fu Shuzhuo: "Not good-looking?"

"It looks good, but it's not very energetic." Pei Yang felt addicted, "I'll scratch it for you when I regain my strength."

"Okay, let Dad bring a razor."

Pei Yang: "Kiss again."

Fu Shuzhuo smiled inconspicuously, then kissed the corner of his lips several times.

Satisfied, Pei Yang smiled slyly: "Does it stink?"

I haven't brushed my teeth for two weeks, and I don't know what my mouth smells like.

"Where is the smell? You haven't brushed your teeth for a long time, but you haven't eaten for a long time." Fu Shuzhuo pinched his face, "Where is the shyness that made me think you had bad breath when we kissed deeply for the first time?"

"Old man, old man, still care about this?"

Fu Shuzhuo didn't make a sound. After looking at him for a long time, Pei Yang felt uncomfortable. Then Fu Shuzhuo suddenly lowered his head, and put his forehead against his forehead, and the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose, breathing in harmony.

"Don't do this in the future." When Fu Shuzhuo spoke, his warm breath sprinkled on his lips, "I really can't bear it again."

Pei Yang's eyes were sour, and the emotion that had been suppressed since waking up almost burst out: "I was wrong."

Fu Shuzhuo slowly opened the distance and touched his face: "I've lost a lot of weight, and I need to make up for it when I'm discharged from the hospital."

"Um--"

He just woke up and couldn't do anything, Pei Yang's leg was forced to stand high due to a fracture, and he had to rely on a catheter to solve his physical needs. Fortunately, Fu Shuzhuo helped him, otherwise it would be too shameful to ask a nurse to come.

But the doctor who came to make the ward rounds said to Fu Shuzhuo very understandingly: "The family members can buy some Kaisailu, as it may be inconvenient to urinate and defecate in the early stage of the operation."

"Okay, thank you doctor."

Pei Yang blushed. Although an operation saved his life from danger, it also made him extremely weak. He would have to recuperate for a year or so.

He was stunned for a second looking at the scenery outside the window: "This is Dr. Tang's hospital?"

Fu Shuzhuo suddenly raised his eyes: "Well, you..."

Too many worries made him swallow the question back, but the hospital was indeed changed. The hospital where Pei Zhiliang was first rescued was at Pei Zhiliang's side, but in order to observe the pathological state of Alzheimer's disease, he was finally transferred to this hospital for convenience. The doctor observes the situation.

Fu Shuzhuo brought a nail scissors. Pei Yang pays attention to his appearance on weekdays. His nails need to be trimmed every two or three days to make them round and neat.

During the two weeks of being in a coma, Fu Shuzhuo didn't let Pei Yang be slovenly with him. He not only cut his nails every two or three days, but also wiped his face and body every day to prevent a cat that loves to be clean from suddenly waking up and blowing up.

After Pei Yang woke up, he was not so honest when cutting his nails. He hooked Fu Shu's fingers for a while, and poked his palm for a while.

Fu Shu said calmly: "Chop again."

Pei Yang snorted: "Are you willing?"

The palms of the two pressed together, and their body temperature slowly melted together.Pei Yang's hands are only a little smaller than Fu Shuzhuo's, but they are very thin and have no flesh.

After Fu Shuzhuo carefully trimmed each nail and cleaned off the dead skin, he kissed the back of Pei Yang's hand.

"..." Pei Yang's heart beat a little faster.

There were two "knock knocks", someone knocked on the door of the ward, and he withdrew his hand abruptly, the roots of his ears burning red.

Pei Yang and Fu Shuzhuo looked sideways together, and found that it was a doctor they didn't know.

Fu Shuzhuo put down his hand: "I'm going out to talk to the doctor, and I'll be back soon, huh?"

Pei Yang looked at him without blinking: "5 minutes."

Fu Shuzhuo's jaw muscles stiffened slightly, and "5 minutes" touched some of his bad memories.On the night of the power outage two weeks ago, Pei Yang said the same thing. He came out as scheduled, but he didn't see Pei Yang's figure. Bye-bye was Pei Yang lying in a pool of blood.

Fu Shuzhuo still can't remember the scene at that time, only remember that the night was very red, the surrounding crowd was too noisy and too quiet.

"I'm at the door."

The person who came was Xiang Zhongmiao, one of the team leaders of the new drug for Alzheimer's disease donated by Fu Shuzhuo.

"From the current state of his waking up, do you think there is any change?"

Fu Shuzhuo thought about it: "He seems to remember his illness."

Pei Yang didn't remember Tang Zhiming before. After all, in his conception, he was not sick, so it was impossible for him to know him. But just now he took the initiative to mention Dr. Tang.

"Don't be too anxious, it will affect him." Xiang Zhongmiao reassured, "Actually, it's not a bad thing to remember. He has been immersed in the illusory reality for long enough, and his unwillingness to wake up will only aggravate his condition."

"I see……"

"There is also good news to tell you, judging from his current brain examination, our original decision was not wrong."

Fu Shuzhuo breathed a sigh of relief, and finally had a chance to relax his nerves that had been strained for more than a year.

Two weeks ago, he and the medical team made a risky decision to perform Alzheimer's related surgery on Pei Yang at the same time as the craniotomy.

According to the current perception of the outside world, Alzheimer's disease cannot be cured by surgery, but it is not without surgery.

Most current studies have shown that β-amyloid mucin deposition is the main cause of Alzheimer's disease. When the brain cannot effectively metabolize β-amyloid mucin, brain function will be affected, resulting in memory loss, cognition Symptoms of decreased level and disordered thinking ability①.What the surgery needs to do is to restore the metabolic cycle of the brain to this type of protein. If it is successful, it is possible to reverse the decline, but because the surgery has not been available for a long time, although there are cases, it takes time to prove it, so there is no case of cure for the time being.② .

Xiang Zhongmiao put forward the operation opinion. He felt that Pei Yang was young enough, and the surgical effect would be better than that of the elderly. Combined with the later stage of drug treatment, there is a high probability of achieving a real cure, and the car accident is an opportunity.

Xiang Zhongmiao gave Tianzao, and hit another stick: "But it's only two weeks now, we still need to observe more later, and at the same time let him maintain his health, maintain a good mood as before, take part in outdoor activities more, don't always Stuck at home."

In his opinion, this patient has gathered all the good qualities that other patients do not have. First, he is rich, and second, he has a partner who loves him enough and is willing to spend all his time and patience in taking care of him. change.

However, most patients, especially elderly patients, will lock them at home because their children are busy, or their family members are afraid that the patients will run away from home, without much breathing space.

In the eyes of the patient, this kind of love is not much different from going to jail, and it will only cause the patient's anxiety and irritability.

But not every family member can spend so much time on patients like Fu Shuzhuo, which is really helpless.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"You're welcome, I look forward to the day your husband is cured."

……

Back in the ward, Pei Yang didn't ask what they talked about, but just kept holding his hand.

"I want to read a novel—" Pei Yang blinked, "but I don't have the strength to hold my phone, can you read it to me?"

"What do you want to see?"

Pei Yang didn't speak for a long time, just kept looking at him, Fu Shuzhuo almost thought that Pei Yang would say that he wanted to watch "Zhang Yang".

But Pei Yang didn't, he turned his eyes away: "There is a green reading software in my old mobile phone, you open it and find a copy."

"..." Fu Shuzhuo became more and more sure that Pei Yang remembered everything. Pei Yang himself did not have the habit of reading novels, and all his knowledge of novels came from the year after his illness.

He found a book with a good cover from the temporary bookshelf and opened it: "Zhang Xin never thought that there would be a day when he would meet Jiang Ran again. It was raining heavily this day, and the ground was full of flowers made of rain..."

Following Fu Shuzhuo's gentle voice, it began to rain outside the ward, with a loud clatter.

Pei Yang focused on Fu Shuzhuo's face and his opening and closing lips.

The lip color is too white, you need to kiss more.I definitely didn't eat well or sleep well in the past two weeks. I lost weight and looked very tired.

When Pei Zhiliang arrived at the entrance of the hospital, it happened to be raining. He covered the incubator in his arms and rushed into the rain curtain. Fortunately, a family member of the patient who stopped by gave him a ride with an umbrella, and only half of his shoulder was wet.

When he came to the door of the ward, he saw Pei Yang lying obediently on the bed after waking up, and Fu Shuzhuo next to him reading some words he didn't understand. The two hands interlocked on the white sheet, warm and harmonious.

Pei Zhiliang couldn't help but feel his throat ache. If he hadn't been so stubborn back then, maybe he wouldn't have fallen into where he is today.

He heard the conversation between Fu Shuzhuo and the doctor named Tang. Pei Yang's illness had a lot to do with his depression. Years of depression and the shock of his mother's death, coupled with some pathological factors, caused brain lesions.

It was his father's fault.

Pei Yang saw him from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help saying, "Dad—"

Pei Zhiliang stepped into the ward cautiously, not knowing how to place his hands and feet: "Eat something when you wake up, stewed pigeon soup, and millet porridge, both of you eat."

Pei Yang pursed his lower lip, hesitant to speak.

Fu Shuzhuo stood up and gave the chair to Pei Zhiliang: "I'm going to the bathroom, you sit."

Pei Yang lived in a single room with a private bathroom.

Fu Shuzhuo went in and closed the door, but he didn't make another move. He just leaned quietly behind the door, and the messy emotions in his heart were intertwined, and he couldn't make sense of it.

He had been thinking about it for too long, and he couldn't get used to it if he was asked to let it go suddenly.While he was happy for Pei Yang's waking up, he couldn't help worrying - could the surgery really cure Pei Yang completely?Will the current upturn be just a flash in the pan?

While his mind was in a mess, he heard Pei Yang say to Pei Zhiliang on the hospital bed separated by a wall: "Dad...I'm sorry—"

"It has made you and Mom sad for so many years."