"When I woke up, it was dark all around. My legs were pressed by the bed board and it hurt. I could still move my hands.
I fumbled around and called loudly for my dad, grandpa, and grandma, but there was no response. There were only rustling sounds and the ticking of the washbasin around me.
At this time, I felt that my body was sticky and fishy. The egg basket was in my arms and was crushed by my body.
I tried hard to lift my face, but it was useless. Then I heard my dad talking above me, and the ticking sound disappeared.
My father's voice was very weak, and he told me that he had a beam on his body, his internal organs were damaged, and he probably wouldn't live long.
I started crying at that time, and then called grandpa, grandma, and tried desperately to stand up, but it seemed like I was fixed there, with only a little space under my face.
My dad started coughing, and I heard the ticking sound again. Later, I realized that it was blood coming out of his mouth.
He told me not to cry and asked me if I was injured. I said my leg was pressed and it hurt.
He asked me again if there were eggs beside me. He said he smelled a fishy smell. I said yes, and the egg basket was in my arms.
He laughed and coughed even harder, and then he said the last words to me. I have not forgotten a word of it for more than ten years.
He said: 'Dali, good son, don't cry, remember what dad is going to say next.
This is a rare and major earthquake. Your grandparents are likely to be dead, and your father will not be able to hold on much longer.
The eggs in your arms are your only hope for survival. Eat one when you are very hungry, and shout for help every once in a while.
If you can move your hands, touch the bed board upwards. Dad feels that his right leg is stuck in the seam of the bed board. I have cigarettes and matches in my pocket.'
I stretched out my hand and touched it for a long time, and I actually touched it. I immediately pulled it with my hands, but unfortunately I couldn't pull it.
My dad said: ‘Just touch it and listen to what I have to say.
Eat an egg and strike a match, so that you won't be blind after you are rescued.
Now, when I call 1, you slowly draw your foot back and take out the matches in my pocket.
Remember dad’s words, you are the best, live well, you are the only child of our Li family, son, dad loves you!”
I realized that these might be my dad's last words, and I cried and shouted.
'Don't cry, get ready, 1.'
I heard my dad howling like a wolf, and then I felt my legs loosen up. I slowly pulled back, quickly reached into my trouser pocket, and pulled out the crushed match.
My dad yelled again, and I pulled my legs back. Then I heard a bang above my head, and my dad made no sound anymore.
I shouted as hard as I could until I was tired of shouting, and then I slowly calmed down. At that moment, I knew that I had lost my father forever.
I thought again and again about what my dad said: I dare not eat eggs or strike a match.
At first, I wasn't hungry. After all, I ate a big bowl of chicken, but I just felt scared. It was so quiet and so dark.
I tried to slowly move my face away, and after a loud bang, I succeeded. The bed board was stuck tightly, creating a small space for me to curl up.
I touched up and touched my dad's face. I was very scared and there was blood on my hands. I cried and called him, wanting to see him.
I struck a match and saw my dad's smiling face, his eyes looking at me. I cried and closed his eyes.
The match went out, and I curled up with my face in my hands and listened to what was going on outside.
I feel that uncles from the People's Liberation Army will come to rescue me soon. Although I am scared, I am not desperate.
I don't know how long it took, but the ground suddenly shook, and then I heard a rumble.
At that time, I didn't know it was an aftershock, so I held my face against my head. After shaking for a while, something seemed to collapse. I was still safe.
I struck 40 matches and ate 32 eggs. I didn't know how many days I carried them, but I was finally rescued.
After digging for a long time, several big hands pulled me out of the rubble. I don't know how many people were standing outside.
An aunt from the People's Liberation Army hugged me and cried: 'My child, you are so good, you were buried under here for eight days and seven nights, it is really a miracle!'
At this time, I saw my big yellow dog. The People's Liberation Army said that it led them to dig me out.
The big yellow dog came over and licked my face. I wanted to sit up, but I had no strength at all.
Lying on the stretcher, I saw the people on our street walking around, and I also saw my grandma and grandpa, with their eyes closed, very peaceful.
Afterwards, I was in the newspapers and was the only survivor of our street.
My father, a big yellow dog, a basket of eggs, and a team of People's Liberation Army saved my life.
Since my grandma's house was in ruins, I could only lie on a stretcher and be carried to the hospital.
It was still so hot, and there were rotting corpses all along the way, which made me choke and cough all the time.
When I arrived at the hospital, I also started to have a fever. The pneumonia I had when I was a child relapsed, and I was pushed into the operating room.
This was the first time I entered the operating room and the first time I saw my grandfather. He was an expert on the rescue team and performed the surgery on me personally.
It wasn't until the third day after the operation that my grandfather and I got to know each other. Then, I followed my grandfather to Beijing and lived with Shuanzi's family again.
When I was 10 years old, I suffered from toxemia again. My eyes were so burned that it hurt, my pulse was as weak as a dead person, and pus began to fester all over my body.
The most fatal thing was that it was caused by severe peritonitis, so I was pushed into the operating room for the second time.
When I was 14 years old, I had gallstones and went to the operating room for the third time.
Shuanzi and the others were born with diarrhea in college. Haha, I was born with diarrhea in high school and have always been ill. Therefore, it’s a miracle that I’m still alive.”
"Dali, you are so tenacious. Fortunately, your grandfather is a doctor, so it is convenient for you to see a doctor!"
"Yes! Let's go and see what grandpa says?"
When the two went back, Chu's father and Chu's mother had come out and were discussing something.
"Auntie, uncle, please wait a moment, I'll go in and ask!"
After saying hello vigorously, he pushed the door open and entered the director's office. Tie Jun quickly asked Chu's mother: "Mom, what did the experts say?"
"Wait a moment, Director Li called another expert over and said we would go to the small conference room to discuss it later."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened and the gray-haired Director Li came out, followed vigorously.
"Let's go, Director Wang is here too, let's go to the small conference room!"
Tie Jun pushed Chu's mother and followed him into the conference room. As soon as he sat down, Director Wang, who also had white hair, walked in wearing a white coat.
"Grandpa Wang, please excuse me!"
Dali stood at the door and took Director Wang's hand and said with a smile.
"No trouble, no trouble, our vigorous patient, grandpa will definitely do his best, hehehe!"
Director Wang sat down, nodded to Tie Jun and the others, his eyes stopped on Chu's mother's face, and said with a smile: "Come, let me take your pulse!"
Director Li added next to him: "Director Wang is an expert in traditional Chinese medicine conditioning at our cancer hospital."
Chu's mother smiled and stretched out her hand, "Thank you for your trouble!" Director Wang nodded, stretched out his finger to feel the pulse, and his face gradually became solemn.
After taking the pulse, he asked Chu's mother to open her mouth again. After checking, Director Wang frowned and picked up the medical records that Chu's mother had brought over.