Blue Star, Huaxia, Chengdu West China Medical University Affiliated Hospital, Room 168, Inpatient Department, on the 3-bed hospital bed, Zhang Jinhai, who was on his deathbed, was about to lie down completely and say goodbye to this world.
The ward was suddenly filled with dazzling white light. After a few seconds, the white light disappeared.
A completely different scene appeared in front of Zhang Jinhai.
On the hospital bed in front of him, a skinny, middle-aged man with a sallow complexion was curled up, holding his left foot with both hands, groaning in pain, and letting out screams from time to time.
The sound was quite penetrating and creepy.
A voice came: "Jin Hai, I'm going to die."
This was such a familiar voice. Tears of dissatisfaction flowed from Zhang Jinhai's eyes. It was his eldest brother Zhang Jinlin.
He quickly comforted: "Brother, you won't die.
The barefoot doctors from the brigade will come to treat you soon."
However, Zhang Jinhai remembered clearly that his eldest brother Zhang Jinlin passed away in mid-June 1984.
It must have traveled through time now.
Which date have we traveled to now?
Does the eldest brother Zhang Jinlin still have a chance to save his life?
Zhang Jinhai was so anxious that he was running around in circles.
Walking out of the main room, he scanned the items on the street.
A pair of large bluestone millstones were quietly placed at the end of the street near the bamboo forest.
On top of the millstone are several paper packages wrapped in waste newspapers.
He quickly came to the millstone, picked up a few paper packages and examined them anxiously.
Finally, I saw the ink writing of 'May 1984' on the corner of a scrap newspaper.
This is a time when we are facing the high school entrance examination.
It remains to be seen how many days the eldest brother Zhang Jinlin has left to live.
No matter what, Zhang Jinhai knew that there was definitely not much time left for treatment of his eldest brother's illness.
Where can I earn enough money in a short period of time to send my eldest brother to a big hospital for treatment?
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Father Zhang returned with a team of barefoot doctors carrying Red Cross medicine boxes.
Zhang’s father begged the barefoot doctor of the brigade and said, “Doctor Wu, please take a look at Da Wa’er.
The abscess on his foot has been growing for nearly thirty years.
It's never completely better.
The pain is really unbearable today, so I’m asking you again to find a way to cure it.”
The barefoot doctor Wu from the brigade stretched out his hand to feel Zhang Jinlin's pulse unhurriedly, shaking his head sometimes and nodding his head, pretending to be profound.
After finishing, he took out the stethoscope and listened to Zhang Jinlin's atrium.
In Zhang Jinhai's memory, every time the barefoot doctor surnamed Wu came, he would treat his eldest brother Zhang Jinlin with this standard set of actions.
Then I inquired about how much money the Zhang family had recently, and basically left after plundering everything.
And not every time I use his medicine, the abscess on the foot pole of my eldest brother Zhang Jinlin is cured.
Basically, it depends on whether the treatment is good or not.
Next time I will treat you with more pus and more pain in your feet.
In terms of probability, it is basically 55.
Regarding this situation, Zhang Jinhai did not understand why before his eldest brother passed away.
After my eldest brother passed away, I became more concerned about this information. I heard more and saw more.
I just learned that there is another shameless practice in the medical profession.
That is, the medicine will not be administered to you all at once, but will be administered gradually.
The purpose is to only treat the patient's disease to the extent that the pain is relieved, but not to completely cure the patient.
Let the patient keep having attacks and keep seeking treatment from him.
This is a shameless way to collect money, and it is not easy to be discovered. Patients who are tricked are often grateful to them.
It's time for the barefoot doctor surnamed Wu to perform: "Old Zhang, your eldest child's illness is a bit serious this time.
If I don't take strong medicine, I'm afraid I won't survive more than seven days.
This time I need seven sets of plasters for external application and seven sets of Chinese medicine for decoction.
One pair each day.
It costs 14 yuan in total.”
Father Zhang said a little embarrassedly: "It's so expensive. I originally had 13 yuan at home, so I borrowed two yuan from a friend on the way to treat you."
His right hand trembled and he took out the money on his body. One by one, he dipped his fingers in water on the tip of his tongue and counted out 5 1-yuan notes, 12 50-cent notes, 10 2-cent notes, and 5 1-cent notes.
, 50 1-cent sheets, and handed over a thick wad of money.
Seeing that the only money the family had was defrauded by Dr. Wu again.
Zhang Jinhai, who was helpless, felt very uncomfortable inside.
Vow to find a solution to the problem.
The next day, Zhang Jinhai walked 10 miles to go to junior high school for class.
The teacher wrote on the blackboard May 9, 1984, XX days before the high school entrance examination.
This date shows that the eldest brother Zhang Jinlin has about 30 days left to live.
Thinking of the current situation of eldest brother Zhang Jinlin makes people worried.
Especially the quack doctor who only cares about making money and not caring about people's life and death is even more infuriating!
In Zhang Jinhai's memory, this barefoot doctor named Wu later executed someone and spent more than ten years in prison.
No, the eldest brother Zhang Jinlin must be cured.
We can't let him die again in such an unexplained way, Zhang Jinhai told himself silently in his heart.
I must do something for my elder brother.
Zhang Jinhai tried hard to recall some prescriptions for treating sores that he had memorized because of his deliberate attention before traveling through time.
After comparison, an economical and affordable prescription was chosen.
A new problem has arisen. At this time, no one will definitely agree to use the folk remedies that Zhang Jinhai compiled based on his memories.
You have to wait for the right time.
Seven days passed in a blink of an eye. Not only did Zhang Jinlin's illness not completely recover this time, but it actually became more serious.
Zhang's father went to see the barefoot doctor surnamed Wu again. Knowing that there was no money to be made, Dr. Wu simply refused to come again.
Just as the family was worried about Zhang Jinlin's sores getting more and more serious, Zhang Jinhai took out a crumpled old piece of paper and said to his eldest brother: "This is a folk remedy I found in an ancient book written by the blind man at the end of the village.
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Brother Zhang next to him was stunned and grabbed the note into his hand. I heard that in his early years, Blind Wang saved a doctor who was in trouble.
The note said: Eliminate sores...
Zhang Jinshan spent money to buy a little cinnabar before dark. Zhang Jinhai and Zhang Jinshan went to the paddy field to catch a toad at night and squeezed out an appropriate amount of toad venom.
Zhang Jinhai followed the ancient folk recipe in his memory and successfully concocted seven pills the size of wheat grains.
After all, this is just a prescription that has not yet been proven. If the cure has any bad consequences, half of the family's sky will collapse.
When everyone asked for opinions on whether they were willing to take the risk of taking the pills concocted by Zhang Jinhai, Zhang Jinlin burst into tears: "Uncle, Mom, it has been more than 20 years since I can remember.
This abscess on my ankle has never really healed.
Several times, scabs were about to form and then relapsed.
People who have never experienced it may not know how excruciating this kind of pain is.
If this folk remedy that my fourth brother gave me today cures me, I will be grateful to everyone for the rest of my life.
If you put me to death, don't blame your fourth brother.
If the result of the treatment is worse, I will accept it and will never complain."
Zhang Jinhai took this opportunity to hand a pill and an earthen bowl filled with warm boiled water to Zhang Jinlin and said: "Brother, take the medicine.
I believe you will get better."
Zhang Jinlin raised his head without hesitation and took Zhang Jinhai's homemade pills with warm water.
According to folk prescriptions, one pill needs to be taken every hour.
Zhang Jinhai has been staying by Zhang Jinlin's bedside, observing his condition after taking medicine, and constantly helping Zhang Jinlin wipe away the sweat on his body.
Sometimes Zhang Jinlin was so painful that he kept rolling on the bed, which made Zhang Jinhai wonder whether the folk remedy he was using was wrong.
I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Everything was caused by poverty and not enough money.
In this way, Zhang Jinhai stayed by the bed and took care of Zhang Jinlin the whole night.
When I woke up the next day, the sun was high in the sky.
Households without clocks can rely on the sun at this location to determine when it is noon.
Zhang Jinlin woke up and asked the first thing he said: "Am I still alive?"
Zhang Jinhai laughed happily, pulled the quilt, and helped Zhang Jinlin completely cover the exposed dry and sick feet: "Well, they are still alive.
Brother, are you happy?"
Zhang Jinlin impatiently opened the quilt, got out of bed and stood on the ground to roll up his trousers. He saw that the decades-old sore that was still wet and leaking pus yesterday had actually scabbed miraculously: "Happy, happy, happy
Extremely.
Your recipe is so amazing.
However, the area around the sore is too itchy, please help me pick it."
Zhang Jinhai quickly stopped him and said, "Brother, your sore is itchy, which means this prescription has worked wonders. Now you are growing new flesh. This is normal.
But don’t pick it when it’s itchy, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted.”
Zhang Jinlin asked anxiously: "What should I do? I really can't bear it."
Zhang Jinhai quickly held down Zhang Jinlin's hands to prevent him from scratching the itchy places, and loudly called his second brother Zhang Jinshan and third brother Zhang Jincheng to come over.
The three people used bamboo ropes to tie Zhang Jinlin's limbs and waist firmly to all sides of the wooden bed, leaving Zhang Jinhai to guard him and prevent him from touching the itchy areas in any way.
Zhang Jinlin was tortured by the itching and sustained himself until dark, and he was exhausted.
After dark, Zhang Jinhai confirmed that the area where Zhang Jinlin had the sore was no longer itchy.
Only then did he take the initiative to untie every place on Zhang Jinlin's body that was bound with bamboo ropes. There were deep blood marks on these places.
One can imagine how painful and unbearable the itch Zhang Jinlin experienced was.
Zhang Jinhai carefully helped Zhang Jinlin uncover the scars and scabs on his foot pole.
The location of the sore has completely grown out new skin, which is red, dry, and quite dazzling.
Zhang Jinlin was completely excited when he saw this scene.
He held Zhang Jinhai in his arms and cried and laughed at the same time: "Really, he cured the sores I had for decades."
Zhang Jinhai also shed tears of joy emotionally: "It's cured!
Brother, my first dream is to cure you!"
It wasn't until this moment that Zhang Jinhai deeply realized that a person may have many dreams in his life.
Perhaps the solution to the biggest current difficulty in everyone's life is this person's dream at this time.
Zhang Jinhai's understanding of dreams seems to have improved a bit.
(The new book has been planned and prepared since early November 2021. Countless beginnings have been rejected, which is very unsatisfactory.
Later, after receiving guidance from many editors, great masters, book friends, and netizens, I struggled to understand it for many days and nights.
Combining reality with future science fiction is indeed a major difficulty.
The story in my heart is very beautiful, but I always feel that the words do not convey the meaning, and there is something missing, which makes people uncomfortable.
Brothers and sisters, please give me some advice!
Please use your fortune-making skills, click to collect, and God will help you shine brightly! Thank you!)