After Mr. Wu heard my scream of pain, he stood up, looked at me nervously and said, "Can you still resist?"
"It hurts! It hurts too much..."
"Can you resist it?"
I really can't bear it anymore. This kind of pain is not like the discomfort I felt a few days ago. I can barely bear it.
But this kind of pain is like someone inserting a needle into my brain and taking away the water in my brain.
But the strange thing is that this pain is only in the head, and there is no feeling below the head.
I know that if I can't bear it, it means I can't adapt to the effect of this medicine. If I can't adapt, it means I can't accept this high-intensity treatment yet.
I want to go back as soon as possible. I don’t want to stay in this place anymore. I want to be cured as soon as possible.
I gritted my teeth and carried it hard. At the same time, I asked Mr. Wu: "Old Wu... How long will it take before I can come out?"
Mr. Wu glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and said, "There's still half an hour."
"Then I'll carry it."
"Xiao Chen, don't be too pushy. If you really can't handle it, just come out."
"It's okay, I can handle it."
I stopped talking because it was so difficult not to say a word.
I closed my eyes and started thinking about some beautiful pictures, the beautiful pictures between me and An Lan, and the happy pictures with my children.
I tried to divert my attention in this way, but the pain really got worse every time.
It's like the pain of a woman giving birth to a baby during contractions. Every time she opens her finger, the pain index will increase.
I don’t know if the pain I am experiencing now is as painful as contractions, because I have never experienced contractions. I just feel that the pain of gastric cancer is not as painful as what I am experiencing now.
I really felt like I was about to die. I was on the verge of death, and I had no time to think about anything else.
I grabbed the edge of the barrel with both hands, digging my nails into the wooden board so that it made a harsh "squeaking" sound. I felt that the wooden board was about to be broken by my digging.
I kept taking deep breaths to relieve the pain, but I felt that every minute that passed was special and painful.
I kept asking Mr. Wu how long it would be, but every time I got the answer that it had only been a minute or two.
I feel desperate again, it’s so difficult. I feel like I’ve never experienced such a difficult moment in my life.
I was about to faint, but every time I was about to pass out from the pain, I was woken up by the pain again.
It was completely different from the previous few days where I had finished soaking as soon as I woke up. The pain was so painful that it was impossible for me to fall asleep.
The duration of pain is getting longer and longer, and the intervals are getting shorter and shorter, from one minute at the beginning to several seconds now, and the pain is getting worse every time.
Seeing how painful I was, Mr. Wu said to me: "Xiao Chen, if you really can't bear it, just come out. It'll be okay. Your intensity is too high. If you can't bear it, you will really die."
I really want to give up, I probably really can't adapt to this high intensity.
But at this moment, I saw An Lan's face, she was smiling at me.
There is also Xiaoman and Yangyang, they are right in front of me.
"Dad, come on! You are the best."
"Husband, resist! We are waiting for you to come back."
"Daddy, daddy..." Even Yangyang can call him daddy.
I knew it was my imagination, but I still laughed. Seeing them made me feel motivated again.
I continued to grit my teeth and resist. It seemed like centuries had passed before Mr. Wu finally told me that I could come out.
I had no strength at all, but Mr. Wu helped me out.
I didn't even have the strength to put on clothes, so Mr. Wu wrapped me in a quilt. I lay on the bed sickly, and my breathing became short.
"Nan Xing, bring the medicinal soup in quickly." Mr. Wu immediately shouted outside.
Wu Nanxing then entered the room and handed over a bowl of medicinal soup. Mr. Wu helped me up and said, "Here, drink this."
This medicinal soup was the same as what I drank in the afternoon, but I could no longer feel the bitterness and drank it in just one sip.
The strange thing is that after drinking it, my headache disappeared soon after, but my body was still tired and I had no strength at all.
Mr. Wu just let out a long breath, then took my hand and started taking my pulse.
A few minutes later, he said to me in a serious voice: "Fortunately, it's not a big problem. But you really don't have to resist. If you can't bear it, come out, otherwise someone will really die."
I forced a smile and said, "It's okay, isn't this... already overturned?"
Mr. Wu sighed and said: "I know you want to cure the disease, but Chinese medicine teaches you to take your time. You can't rush."
"I know, but I can still resist it. If I really can't, I will come out on my own."
"Then will you still take treatment tomorrow?"
I didn't hesitate at all and said, "Treat it, why not treat it?"
Mr. Wu nodded and said no more.
He stood up and told me again: "Okay, just take a good rest."
After Mr. Wu finished speaking, he took Wu Nanxing and left the room. I had finally passed this first level, but I knew there were still many levels waiting for me.
I thought I really didn't feel anything, but I didn't expect the effect of this medicine to be really devastating.
I dare not think about tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even the treatment in the future, because thinking too much will easily lead to the idea of giving up.
I will not give up. For myself, An Lan and my children, I will bear it no matter how painful it is.
Because I am a man, a man who stands upright!
…
I slept well that night, probably because I drank the medicinal soup. I almost didn’t dream and I woke up naturally.
It was already mid-morning when I woke up. My body felt a lot more relaxed, I wasn't so tired, and my spirit was much better.
I stood at the window and stretched out.
Outside the window, the snow has stopped, and everything is white under the sun, so beautiful!
I felt even happier when I saw the snow, because children in the south have never seen such heavy snow.
I hurried to the yard outside and stepped on the soft snow, one step at a time.
I was like a child, running in the snow.
Sometimes I grab a handful of snow and throw it into the sky, and then it falls one after another, on my head and on my clothes...
At this moment, the entire Miao village is covered in silver and looks like a beautiful fairy tale world.
"Brother Chen, eat sweet potatoes." Wu Nanxing's voice came from behind me.
I turned around and saw that she was holding two steaming roasted sweet potatoes in her hands.
I walked over to her and took the sweet potato from her hand.
Eating steaming roasted sweet potatoes in the snow is so refreshing.
Mr. Wu was sitting at the door of the house smoking a cigarette, looking at the snow on the ground and sighing: "The snow this year is heavier than in previous years!"
"Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest." He took a bite of sweet potato and agreed with a smile.