Life has injuries, pains, sweetness and bitterness. Every trauma is a kind of maturity. It makes people think, strengthens and cherishes it better. If a person has not tasted bitterness, it is difficult to know sweetness.
The taste of suffering. Facing suffering bravely and overcoming suffering optimistically is also a kind of practice. There is no eternal night and no eternal winter. Suffering will eventually pass, and the sunshine will always be after the wind and rain.
After that day, I became seriously ill.
The stomach trouble came on suddenly and violently. I was almost suffocated by the pain.
Mu Shiqin stayed by my side all night.
We were still in Xilamuren Grassland in Lhasa, where there are no modern doctors or medical equipment.
Mu Shiqin contacted a private plane to pick us up, which would take two or three hours at the earliest.
I was writhing in pain, something in my stomach couldn't stop churning, and my heart seemed to be in pain.
Narentoya made Montessori's decoction. The black juice had an unspeakable bitterness, and pouring it into her stomach not only did not relieve the pain at all, but made the swelling and pain even more unbearable.
I twisted my body into a ball and endured the painful struggle of the soul in my body. Mu Shiqin hugged me tightly from behind and kept murmuring my name. His generous palms gently caressed my uncomfortable stomach.
Somewhat relaxing.
I thought I was going to die, but I didn't.
I hid in Mu Shiqin's arms and cried. I said, "Shiqin, why do people die?"
Mu Shiqin hugged me tightly, and the hot body temperature seemed to melt me. He said, "Everyone will die."
"Can I do the same?" I was like an old man who was afraid of death, holding his hand tightly, almost pleading, "I'm going to die, right? I'm going to die... What should I do, Shiqin, what will happen if I die?"
What to do? I will definitely go to hell, right?"
Mu Shiqin's pampering does not mean letting me do whatever I want. She held me tightly and held down my erratic hands, "Everyone will die. If you die, I will definitely stay with you, no matter heaven or hell!"
I looked at his icy blue eyes, as if I was bewitched by him. He stopped crying and just hugged him quietly, and then kept shaking. I knew that I must be crazy.
My consciousness began to blur.
I couldn't tell what was reality and what was dream. Scenes of the broken life I had experienced appeared before my eyes.
The memories of beating me all over my body were cruelly replayed over and over again. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out of my throat. I wanted to cry, but I had no tears.
I struggled to open my eyes.
Everything in front of me is white. White sheets, white wards, white curtains, and white walls.
For a moment, I thought I had arrived at the morgue. Then I thought about it rationally and realized that I had returned to Beijing Hospital from Lhasa.
The conversation between Mu Shiqin and Chu Feiyang was heard outside the door.
To be honest, I don't want to hear it.
But the voices they spoke were really too loud. It was difficult to listen even if they didn't want to.
Chu Feiyang held the report form of the gastric examination in his hand. He frowned and looked at Mu Shiqin who had a serious face with some amusement, "Are you sure she needs a gastroenterologist? Not a psychiatrist?"
Mu Shiqin frowned and said in a lower tone, "What do you mean?"
Chu Feiyang shook his head, "The report shows that there is nothing wrong with Ye Ruoxi's stomach at all."
"Fart!" Mu Shiqin tore up the report sheet and roared angrily, "There's nothing wrong with her, so why did she faint from pain last night?"