Inspirational novel: My suffering, my university (8)

Inspirational novel: my suffering my university

[There are so many people coming and going in the corridor. On that day, there must be a lot of people who saw a dark-skinned rural girl sitting on the corridor outside the operating room, crying with only one seam left, looking at the surgery with an eye. The door of the room did not take a step in four hours. She was waiting for her mother to come out of the operating room alive. 】

Finally, the white gangsters in the hospital have gotten up. I ran into the emergency room again. A long-time doctor was washing his hands at the pool. I caught a straw and my tears screamed out of my eyes. The ground said to the doctor: "Doctor, my mother is dying, you can save her!" Thankfully, the doctor finally had some kindness. He asked the mother about the basic situation and came with me. Mom next to me. The mother lying outside the emergency room was comatose. The old doctor looked at her mother's eyelids and looked at it. "The patient is acute cholecystitis, the jaundice has broken, and life is dying!" the old doctor frowned. He turned to ask me: "Who is the patient's family? You? Your family?"

"Go back and get the money." I replied with tears.

"You didn't bring money? The patient couldn't be hospitalized!" The old doctor looked helpless. I was anxious, and my knees were soft, and I slammed the ground, and a string of tears fell with dust. I don't want to be ashamed or embarrassed. At this moment, as long as I can save my mother, I will be willing to break my head. I cried and said to the doctor: "Doctor, please save my mother first. My father died of illness in the early years. Now my mother is sick again. She is going to die. My sister and I can’t live..." I have lived twice in my life. One time, many years ago, I asked my stepfather to take me to Anhui and squatted. I spent two hours on the cold ground. This time, it was for the mother's life, and these two squats made me unforgettable.

The old doctor hesitated and decisively waved his hand: "First send the patient into the ward, injection and anti-inflammatory. The money came to the finance room quickly." The old doctor was the surgical director, and solved all the problems in one sentence. Under the guidance of the old doctor, I first went to the hospital's financial office to pay 146 yuan, and finally sent her mother into the ward.

A group of doctors quickly checked the mother's body. From the doctor's stern communication, I knew that my mother's condition was very bad. She was extremely weak and anaemic, and she was still burning. The person was in a semi-conscious state. If you are surgery now, you will be in danger. The most safe treatment is to first reduce fever and inflammation, and then see the situation and then surgery.

For the next ten days, my mother struggled on the edge of life and death every day. Because there was no money to pay for medical expenses, doctors did not pay special attention to her mother. Every day, I urge doctors to perform surgery on their mothers. The doctors have two hands: You haven’t paid enough money yet, how do you move?

Until July 12, the stepfather borrowed a 500-yuan loan shark, and finally he could send his mother to the operating table. However, when I was preparing for surgery for my mother, the doctor found that her blood pressure was too low. At least two bags of blood were needed during the operation, so I need to pay 300 yuan. The stepfather had to go back and raise money. The doctor must repeatedly fill the money on the morning of the 13th, and the patient must have surgery immediately.

On the morning of July 13, the doctor decided to perform surgery for her mother, because her mother's condition could no longer be delayed. At 8 o'clock in the morning, I was called into the doctor's office. A middle-aged doctor surnamed Kong took out two pieces of paper and said to me: "Now the patient is in poor health, anemia, fever, and the risk of surgery is very high. We can only operate the surgery with the signature of the consent form. Can you sign it? "I am blind, I know that the risk of surgery is the responsibility of the patient's family.

The doctor asked me how old I am, 18 years old. The doctor looked at me seriously and said: "18 years old is an adult and can bear legal responsibility." Must I sign? Can I master my mother's life when I am 18? I looked down and read the words on the surgical consent form, but what was written on it? -- The hospital will not be liable if an accident occurs during the operation. My tears drip down again. Will this thin paper be a passport for my mother's journey to death? And if I sign the word on it, does it mean that I agree that my mother is going to die?

I held the paper and cried, the tears wet the paper, I still dare not sign. I cried to the doctor and was impatient: "What is this crying? Sign it! We can do surgery for your mother right away if you sign it. If you don't sign, we can't save your mother..."

I finally trembled and wrote the words "Agree to Surgery, Zhao Meiping" on the surgical consent form with my tender handwriting. Tears dribbled on the words and slowly dyed into a group of ink...

At 8:30 in the morning, my mother was pushed into the operating room, watching my mother go farther and farther, watching the door slowly close in front of my eyes, I felt like I had a hand smashing my heart, huge loss And the pain spread from the chest, I leaned against the wall outside the operating room, covering my face and crying. A doctor just came up from the stairs and yelled at me: "The hospital should be quiet, don't cry here, cry outside!" I dare not cry out loud, I sobbed, my mind was faint, I The body slipped down the wall. There are so many people coming and going in the corridor. On that day, there must be a lot of people who saw a dark-skinned rural girl sitting on the corridor outside the surgery room. The eyes were crying and there was only one seam left, and the eyes were looking at the surgery. The door to the room did not take a step in four hours. She is waiting for her mother to come out of the operating room alive.

[On July 28th, we had already squandered the food, and the mother had to leave the hospital in advance. Even the bile bags were not removed. The doctor said that the bile flowed very little and went to the hospital for removal. The mother was hospitalized for 28 days, and was given a total of 1143.51 yuan to the hospital. A huge debt! 】

The operation was carried out until 11 o'clock, and the mother was finally pushed out. Thankfully, she is still alive. There was only one more wound on the stomach, and there was also a bile drainage bag. The mother was removed from the necrotic gallbladder.

For the next half month, I was with my mother in the hospital. In the meantime, the doctor gave her mother three critical notices. The mother on the bed is as vulnerable as a paper person. The doctor's biggest worry is that there will be complications to take away the mother's life. In July, the heat was hard, and there was no electric fan in the mother's ward. In addition to the heat, there were many mosquitoes in the ward. Every day, I waited for my mother indifferently, smashing my urine, washing my face, playing with a mosquito to repel mosquitoes, and squatting on my mother's feet for a while at night. During that time, I lost a total of ten pounds, not only lack of sleep, but also because I was not full. The meals in the hospital canteen are not only expensive, but also small. I can only eat one steamed bun every meal and pickle the vegetables at home. Mom eats soft noodles that I cook, occasionally put a few slices of pork liver or soup with small squid.

In the hospital, the most worrying and nerve-wracking thing is that the fat nurse called me to the hallway every three or five times, asking me to pay for the medicine, otherwise I stopped the medicine. What does stopping the drug mean for a patient, I understand. After the operation, my mother had three times of illness. I received three notices of critical illness issued by the hospital. With the notice, the notice from the hospital's finance office was reminded. Every time I hold these hot notices, I want to cry without tears. I can only ask the doctor over and over again: first save my mother, the money will be filled!

In the hospital, the only thing that made me happy was that I met a girl who was as big as me. It was also because of cholecystitis hospitalization, called Fang Xia, who was from the county. Fang Xia is a girl from Xiuhui Huizhong. After graduating from high school, she worked as a teacher in a small country. She loves reading as much as I do. We often recite the poems in "Dream of Red Mansions" in the ward. She will also look at the palms and solve dreams. Once, she pulled my hand in a difficult way and wanted to show me the same. After watching it for a while, she said seriously that this life is hard, and there will be a big future. At the age of 28, there will be emotional ups and downs. I listen and laugh, who can predict the future, who can know whether the future sky is sunny or cloudy? However, her words gave me a little hope. In the difficult days of the hospital, Fang Xia and I became good friends who had nothing to say. Later, Fang Xia got married early, gave birth to a son, and loved her husband who worked on the railway. The only downside is that her body is very bad and she is sick all the year round. After I had a child, I didn’t work anymore. I moved my family to Penghu and raised my son. But our friendship has been preserved until now. Of course, this is something.

In the days when my mother was hospitalized, we all had a division of labor. I was taking care of my mother in the hospital. My stepfather went to work at home and tried to borrow money. My sister just took the summer vacation and went up the mountain. When I thought of my sister's skinny body, I was very distressed when I was 14 years old and I tried my best to eat milk with a hammer and a stone. My sister changed me to serve the mother for two days in the hospital. As a result, she was brought back by her mother. She was too young, and she did not even have the strength to help her mother turn over. The younger sister was timid, and even the mother’s hanging needle did not dare to ask the nurse to change.

The most tired part of the family is the stepfather, and it is easy to do physical work, but borrowing money is a great problem. Therefore, every time I saw my stepfather coming to the hospital and taking out the sweat-soaked banknotes from my close pocket, I was worried. Money is borrowed, but in what year can it be paid off?

On July 28th, we had already squandered the food. The mother had to leave the hospital early, and even the bile bags were not removed. The doctor said that the bile flowed very little and went to the hospital for removal. The mother was hospitalized for 28 days, and was given a total of 1143.51 yuan to the hospital. A huge debt!

[The master will be in front of the twenty or thirty embroidered women in the entire workshop, openly licking my fingers ugly and clumsy. My tears rise and fall like a tidal wave in my eyes, and fall and rise again... The poor and stupid people have no dignity. 】

It is imperative to earn money and pay off debts.

Coincidentally, the "Songyuan Embroidery Factory" near Handan Iron and Steel was recruiting. So, I went to sign up. The embroidery factory has regulations. It is necessary to pay a deposit of 300 yuan to enter the factory and bring a sewing machine. day! This is simply worse. However, embroidering seems to be a bright future for a rural girl, and the mother on the bed insists that I should go. Think about the problem of money.

As a result, I still got my wish to enter the embroidery factory. The money was borrowed a little, and I also bought a Changjiang brand sewing machine. Parents are counting on me to learn the craft right away and quickly earn back the money. In this way, 18-year-old I turned from a quarry to an embroidered woman.

At first, I spent two full days on the sewing machine. It didn't listen to my call. I always stopped when I didn't stop, and screamed when I stopped. I was a late trainee. When other embroidered women stepped on the sewing machine freely, when the fingers and the needles were embroidered with the patterns, I also learned to wear needles and blushes. When I finally managed to drive the sewing machine freely, I found myself walking the wrong way. I was full of cockroaches. The rough fingers always stuck the threads for embroidering, and the beautiful silk was thick. The thick scorpion touched the hair. My clumsy nature naturally made the beautiful master from Yangzhou suffer from brains. The master didn't like me at all, always calling and drinking. The master will be in front of the twenty or thirty embroidered women in the entire workshop, openly licking my fingers ugly and clumsy. My tears rise and fall like a tidal wave in my eyes, and fall and rise again... The poor and stupid people have no dignity.

I hate my own stupidity, hate why my fingers are so rough, like a carrot with a long root. In order to punish myself, I no longer go to the cafeteria to eat at noon, I want the stupid bird to fly first.

I want to embroider a butterfly, but the action of my hands and feet is not at all a beat. My hand is so stiff, the embroidery stretcher does not listen at all, the wings of a butterfly have not been embroidered, and three needles have been broken. Excessive wiring makes the butterfly's wings rough, which is the most unseen of the master. I had to take it apart and re-embroider. This is removed and removed, the butterfly has not been embroidered, and the embroidered cloth has been scrapped. For this reason, it is rare to blame the master for scolding.

Every time I open my fingers, I look a little disgusted: the bones are thick and the skin is rough. Where is the girl's hand? It is no wonder that the embroidered master will dislike my hand, even I will dislike it! I have seen it from a book, saying that people with clear palm prints are simple and fate is simple. However, why is my palm line with clear and simple lines not matched with fate?

I went home and said to my mother that embroidering is harder than rubbing stones. I don't want to learn. My mother told me that I didn't make a living, saying that it is impossible for a stone to live for a lifetime. Embroidery is the work that a girl should do. Besides, the sewing machine was bought, and the tuition fee was paid. If you don’t learn, you will lose money. Mom is right, I have no choice. There are many ways in the world to choose, but it is not mine.

In order to remove the old man from the hand as soon as possible, I soaked it in hot water every night for a while, then peeled off the old skin layer by layer, and then put a bag of cream of fifty cents. Carefully cared for two months, the old skin on hand was finally softer.

Two months later, I finally learned to use the embroidered stretcher freely. The foot controls the priority of the sewing machine. The hand holds the embroidered stretcher and sifts up and down, a pair of butterfly wings or a rose flower. I will be on the cloth. For the most day, I can embroider 30. Calculated by one cent per penny, you can earn four cents. Later, the operation was proficient, and it was possible to embroider about 40 per day.

In order to show my mother the ability to embroider, I went to the street to buy a piece of pink, good cloth, embroidered two blooming white chrysanthemums, and then made two practical pillowcases. The two pillowcases became the only beautiful embellishment in my boudoir, and I used to leave my hometown.

One time, I embroidered a white chrysanthemum on the front chest of a shirt, and the dress immediately became bright. Since then, I have been busy. Some girls in the village have come to ask me to help them with some embroidery and prepare for marriage. Some require embroidered pillowcases, embroidered curtains, embroidered bed curtains, embroidered tablecloths... At that time, I became a famous "embroidered woman" in the village.