Mother said that I had a strange illness when I was young. I always secretly ate burnt soil (burnt soil in the stove). When adults were not careful, they would sneak to the stove and dig out soil from the stove and stuff it into their mouths. They always heard the coughing sound when I chewed the soil. Mother said that because of this, I was beaten many times, but no matter how I was beaten, I couldn't get rid of the habit of eating dirt.
It was only when I grew up that I realized that it was possible that my body lacked some element when I was young, which caused me to eat soil to replenish myself like a wild animal.
Because I often eat soil in my stomach, there are many roundworms in my stomach. Mother said that I had a "gluttonous worm" in my stomach. Once when she was making pancakes, I was in a hurry to eat by the stove. Mother coaxed me away, but after walking for a while, I came back. Mother coaxed me away again. Just as I took a few steps, I suddenly heard a "cough, cough" sound in my throat. I actually spat out a long roundworm from my mouth. Mother was frightened. Only then did she know that I was surrounding the stove and refused to leave. It turned out that the "gluttonous worm" in my stomach smelled the fragrance of the pancakes.
When I was two years old, I suffered from a heart ache. When it acted up, I was in so much pain that I rolled around on the ground. Mother had no choice but to watch me die from the pain. Mother said that there were many people suffering from heart pain in the countryside at that time. Many people suffered from this disease and died of pain.
When the pain in my heart acted up, my stomach would be as hard as a stone. When I knocked with my fingers, it would make a "dong dong" sound. There was no western medicine in the village, so my parents found a local doctor in the village. The local doctor would inject needles and pull out cupping cups on my stomach every time.
The illness itself was already tormenting me to the point of death, and in addition to the doctor's blind torture, the unbearable pain made me struggle with all my might. It was truly a fate worse than death.
The local doctor's methods have never alleviated the pain of my illness in the slightest.
The village doctor couldn't cure him, so Father went out to seek medical treatment behind my back. When I grew up, my mother said to me," When you were young, you really made your father tired. When you fell ill in the middle of the night, your father would carry you dozens of miles to find a doctor to see a doctor. All the doctors in the surrounding dozens of miles had seen you."
A doctor who knew a little about Western medicine said that there were too many roundworms in my stomach and that they had formed a "lump" that blocked my intestines, but he did not have Western medicine.
In an emergency, people resort to all kinds of strange methods to cure the roundworms in their stomachs. Someone told my mother a method. She would dry the roundworms I pulled out, roast them on tiles, grind them into powder, and eat them. My mother didn't believe this method. She felt that it was too disgusting, so she asked me if I wanted to eat them. I was in so much pain that I couldn't do anything, so I nodded. Mother can only try to make a living out of a dead horse. If she uses this method to get the roundworm for me to eat, it can be imagined that it is useless.
Mother knew that Western medicine could cure my illness, but at that time, Western medicine was too rare and expensive in China. The poor looked down on Western medicine and could not afford it.
However, my father still carried me to a Western medicine private clinic dozens of miles away. The Western doctor was very boastful and said that my illness would definitely be better if I took his medicine. He gave my father a few pills to drive away roundworms, which cost fifty cents a piece (at that time, fifty cents was very valuable. Two yuan could buy a load of wheat, which is now one hundred catties). After taking the pills, he defecated and discharged a lot of roundworms, but the pain in his heart did not recover.
Once, I fell ill again and was in so much pain that I couldn't take it anymore. It was as if ten thousand knives were cutting my internal organs. Mother was by my side. I begged her,"Let me die. I really can't take it anymore."
I was lying in the pit with a high fever. I was also confused by the fever. I was awake for a while and confused for a while. I could no longer feel the pain of the knife. My soul had already drifted in the dead world. In the middle of the night, my father came back. I vaguely heard my mother telling my father that I might not be able to make it this time. My father kept calling my nickname. Then, I felt something cold flow into my mouth. Later, I knew that my father had specially bought a small bottle of goat's milk for me when he came back. I didn't die, I came back to life.
(At that time, I only knew that there were many roundworms in my stomach, but I didn't know that the pain in my heart was caused by roundworms drilling into the bile duct and dying inside, causing bile duct obstruction, and then complicating it with bile duct inflammation and gallstone disease.)
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