The story of a cook

Chapter 519

A total of three mouthfuls of blood were vomited.

This time vomiting blood was not as scary as last time, because I knew what was going on.The doctor said that I was tired, the bronchi began to dilate, and the capillaries in the lungs and trachea ruptured, causing vomiting of blood.At that time, I was told to smoke less and drink less, because people who have bronchiectasis do not go to the root cause, take anti-inflammatory drugs, and anti-inflammatory injections can be cured, and they will not vomit blood anymore, but the root cause of the disease has already sat down. If you don’t pay attention in the future, the workload will be reduced Big, poor rest, coupled with excessive drinking and smoking can also cause illness.

This is sick.

At that time, the doctor also said that it was okay to vomit fresh blood, but a ruptured capillary. If the vomit was black blood, or there were blood clots in the vomited blood, it was not a ruptured capillary, but lung cancer.

Seeing that the vomit is blood, I feel relieved.

Looking at the scarlet blood, he became distracted and asked himself, is it useful to work so hard?Just over 30 years old, the body is like this, what can I do when I get old?But don't do it?I have no family at all, the child is still so young, and I don’t have a house, so I have to do it.

People, this life is not easy, if you don’t survive, you have to do it.

Comfort yourself, wash up, and go back to the bedroom to sleep.

I didn't get up the next morning, I had a fever, my whole body was scorching hot, and I didn't have any strength at all.The palms are hot, and it takes a lot of effort to squeeze the fingers together.

I know I am sick.

Check that the time is exactly seven o'clock, call Wang Yaxin and tell him that he has a high fever and can't go, and asks him to check the weight and inspect the goods by himself, and at the same time look at the kitchen, call me if there is anything.

I wanted to call Bao Peng to get him up to buy some medicine, but at seven o'clock, when he was soundly asleep, I didn't bother him, and I called at eight o'clock, when he woke up too.

Lying on the bed, it was difficult to move, with a high fever, and fell asleep again in a daze.I couldn't sleep well, four or ten minutes later, I opened my eyes, and called Bao Peng, and soon he ran over, saw me lying listlessly on the bed, and asked, "Master, are you sick?"

I said, "Well, I have a high fever, go and buy me some medicine."

"Master, it seems that you are very serious. Let's take you to the hospital." He said.

"No, just buy some medicine." I said.

Then told him the medicine to buy, he turned and left.

I was a little worried about the kitchen, so I called Zhao Xiaojun and told him to watch it and call me if there was anything wrong.Then I called Mr. Wang and asked him for leave.

Take a good rest for a day, sick leave is also rest.

After half an hour, Bao Peng didn't come back, but Ma Shuli came with medicine and breakfast.

"Did you go to buy the medicine?" asked while propping himself up on the bed.

"Well, Bao Peng bumped into me when he was going downstairs. I had a rest today and asked him what he was doing. He said he was going to buy medicine for you. You were sick, but I happened to be fine. He told him to go to work. I went to buy it. Bring some breakfast by the way."

She put the medicine and breakfast on the table, then picked up the kettle and shook it, but there was no water in it, she said, "I'll go get some water first." After speaking, she took the kettle and walked out.

Barely sat up from the bed and put on the big underpants and half sleeves. She is a woman, so she can't wear the bottom of her trousers to avoid embarrassment.

She brought the water back to the boil and set the breakfast quickly.There are millet porridge, pickles, steamed buns, eggs.

"Drink a bowl of porridge first, eat a steamed bun, and then take medicine. How do you feel? I heard from Bao Peng that he had a high fever." She asked.

"Well, I have a fever and I'm feeling weak." I said.

"Did you catch a cold?" she asked.

"It's not a cold, it's inflammation." I said.

"Is it burning badly?"

"Back off a bit now."

Seeing my listless look, she said, "Hurry up and eat the food, and then drink the medicine." After speaking, she took the washbasin and towel and went out again.

I don't feel hungry, but I have to eat something, I can't do without food.He picked up the porridge and took a sip, but there was no taste in his mouth, he sandwiched the pickles, his mouth became salty, and he felt better, he picked up the steamed bun and took a bite, chewing slowly.

After a while, Ma Shuli came back, put down the washbasin, and the towel was already thrown in. She handed it to me and said, "Wipe your face and refresh yourself."

He wiped his face with a towel, then continued to eat steamed buns and porridge.She peeled the eggs and put them in the porridge bowl.

"Eat the eggs." She said: "People don't like to eat when they are sick, but they can't do without food. They have no resistance, and the disease will recover slowly."

After eating an egg, a steamed bun, and drinking a bowl of porridge, I felt a little stronger and less empty.

"Sit there and lean for a while, and then take the medicine," she said.

"Well, thank you." I said.

"Talk less, look at you weak, and pretend to be polite to me." She gave me a blank look, and then asked, "Why did you suddenly have a fever? How can there be inflammation?"

I pointed to my chest.

"Stomach?" she asked.

"No, lungs, trachea," I said.

"Then you still smoke? Quit smoking now." She said.

As soon as she talked about smoking, she reflexively thought of the feeling of smoking, and immediately coughed, her throat was a little hot, followed by a salty mouth, knowing that the blood was coming, she immediately looked for the napkin on the table.She handed me the napkin, and spat out a mouthful of blood, which was bright red.

"what--"

Seeing the vomiting of blood, she let out a cry of fright, stared at me with wide eyes, and was speechless for a long time.

Throw the blood-soaked paper into the trash can, pick up the water cup to rinse your mouth, and then say to her: "It's nothing, the capillaries are broken."

"Then still vomiting blood?" She came back to her senses and asked in disbelief.

"I have bronchiectasis, and it happens when the trachea is inflamed." Then he gestured with his hand, "The trachea was originally so thick, but now it has inflammation. ,Now you know?"

She didn't believe my explanation and said, "Let's go to the hospital, I'm vomiting blood."

"No, I went back to the hospital. That's what the doctor said. Take some medicine to reduce the inflammation and you'll be fine. It's not a serious illness." I said.

"Last time? When was the last time?" she asked.

"During the Spring Festival last year, I was tired for a few days, and I just became the chef, so I got this disease when I was anxious and angry." I said.

"Why don't I know?" she asked.

"I didn't tell anyone. I told you that you should be scared. He vomited blood. It was scary. Those who knew it got it, but those who didn't know it thought it was some bad disease." I said.

"Let's go to the hospital and have a look. Don't lie down in the dormitory. I'm worried seeing you vomiting blood." She said, her face was very anxious.

I said, "You don't have to, sister. Going to the hospital is also called taking medicine. The medicine is bought back. Just take the medicine. It's nothing to worry about."

"No, I can't listen to you. I'm vomiting blood. It's too scary. I'd better go to the hospital for insurance." She picked up the phone and was going to call someone to take me to the hospital.

"Sister, I really don't need it." I immediately stopped her, "I still lie to you about this. If it was serious, I would have gone to the hospital a long time ago. How can I stay so honest? I would rather die than you."

She put down the phone and asked doubtfully, "How do you feel now? Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a high fever. It's better after eating now." I said.

"Is there really no need to go to the hospital?"

"It's really not necessary."

She looked at me, still worried, and said, "Don't hold on, no, we have to see a doctor if we quit. Sickness can't be delayed, and the sooner it's cured, the better."

Give her a reassuring smile, and say: "Don't worry, sister, it's not a serious illness, but bronchiectasis, a common disease, this disease can't get rid of the root cause, if you are tired, you will make a rash and vomit blood. It looks scary, but nothing happened."

"Don't you lie to me—" she said.

"Why lie to you, I want to live two more years." I said with a smile.

"Then take the medicine quickly."

She cares about me, if she doesn't care, she won't be so nervous and anxious.It feels warm in my heart to care about someone who works outside the home.

She looks more and more like Sister Zhao, which was how Sister Zhao was at the beginning.

After taking the medicine and lying on the bed, she sat by the bed and looked at me.

"Sister, don't you take a break? I'm fine. You don't need to accompany me. It's hard to take a day off and go out for a walk. Today is pretty good. It's sunny. Let's go shopping." I said.

"Speaking nonsense, I go out like this, do you have the heart and lungs?" She glared at me.

"Mainly I'm fine." I said.

"If you say it's okay, then it's okay? That's just vomiting blood, mouthful after mouthful, how much blood is on the person's body in total."

"It's not like throwing up all the time. I'll be fine after taking medicine to eliminate the inflammation."

"Is it still burning?" she asked.

"It's burning, but not badly." I said.

She reached out and touched my forehead, and immediately said: "It's not bad, it's scorching hot, don't talk, close your eyes and squint for a while, I'll throw a towel and wipe it for you."

She went to the water room to throw a towel, and I closed my eyes.

After eating, I felt the burn again, and now it is a bit severe, and I feel uncomfortable even when I open my eyes.

She returned from throwing the towel and put the folded towel on my forehead.

A burst of coolness came up, and it was much more comfortable.

Still unwilling to open his eyes, he fell asleep in a daze.People with a fever like to sleep. When I woke up, I felt less hot. It should be because of the antipyretics.When I opened my eyes, I saw that Sister Ma was still there, sitting on a stool reading a book.There was fresh laundry hanging on the hanger by the window—she did mine while I was sleeping.

"Are you awake?" She saw that I was awake and asked with a smile.

"Ah."

She touched my forehead with her hand, and then said: "It's not so hot, the medicine has worked." Then she took the water glass and handed it to me and said: "Drink some water, if you have a high fever, drink more water, just dry it. "

After drinking half a glass of water, I feel better, but my body is weak, and every movement is sore and painful.

She took out a thermometer and gave it to me.

"Just now you went to the pharmacy to buy it while you were sleeping, put it in a clip, and took your temperature to see if you still have a fever," she said.

"It's better to have a sister."

Clip the thermometer to your armpit.

"Aren't you sick? It's just in time for me to rest, otherwise I can't control you." She said.

"Your rest is for nothing. You didn't do anything but take care of me." I felt a little sorry.

"Let's take a rest in the future. There are enough people making dumplings now, and there are more."

"I'm a little embarrassed."

"It's useless to say it's useless. You're better than anything else when you're sick, so don't worry."

I smiled, and after a while, when it was 5 minutes, I took out the thermometer, and she took it and looked at it carefully.

"At 37 degrees, the fever is still there. Why can't it subside? Take another antipyretic." She was a little anxious.

I took another antipyretic.

(End of this chapter)