What happened to my uncle when he was a child was all I heard from my grandfather, grandmother and elders told me again and again, and I still remember every story.

My uncle was born in the late sixties of the twentieth century, he is the fourth child in the family, my father is the eldest son, and the second and third daughters are my two aunts.

Grandma said that when my uncle was born, he was a completely healthy child, and there was nothing wrong with him, but he was very quiet and rarely cried loudly.

At the time of the accident, the uncle had just learned to walk crookedly, and he could only shout the word 'mother' in a milky voice.

That morning, Grandpa was going to do farm work in the fields.

My father is already in the village primary school, and the second and third aunts play in the yard.

Grandma also carried her uncle on her back and accompanied her grandfather to the field, but it rained for half a day yesterday and did not come out to work.

When she arrived in the field, her grandmother thought that her uncle was burdened with work, so she put him on the grass next to a small tree at the mouth of the bowl, and tied him to the tree with a strap on her back, so that the uncle could play there.

My father and two aunts were also raised by my grandmother in this way.

Grandma has been regretting it later, always thinking that it would be good if she didn't bring her uncle that day, and let the second and third girls watch at home, there will be no such thing, and if she nagged too much, she let her grandfather make a few soft noises before gradually saying less.

Fortunately, the distance is not far, and my grandmother looks back from time to time while working. At first, I saw the uncle playing by himself there, but after a while, I saw the uncle falling asleep against the tree, and the grandmother was still thinking in her heart: This child must be tired of playing and falling asleep, and the child is snooze.

It was close to noon, and the grandmother who was about to go home to cook walked to the uncle and found that it was abnormal, the uncle tilted his head against the small tree, his face was blue, his eyes were closed, his mouth was foaming, and his limbs were still twitching slightly, and the panicked grandmother shouted the uncle's name, but he didn't react at all, so he hurriedly shouted at the grandfather: "Dad, come quickly! Come on! See what is wrong with the child?"

Grandpa heard that grandma's shouting tone was very abnormal, so he stopped what he was doing and rushed over.

When I saw the uncle's situation closely, I was also surprised, and picked up the uncle, "Was it bitten by some poison?"

As he spoke, he looked through the exposed parts of the uncle's body, and found no redness, swelling or traces of being bitten, and looked down at the ground again, and found that there were several brightly colored mushrooms the size of a little finger growing at the root of the small tree, several of which had been pulled off, and only a short section was exposed.

"It's bad, Si'er has eaten poisonous mushrooms, hurry up to the hospital. After speaking, he hugged his uncle and ran to the village.

Grandma just got up and ran a few steps, and immediately turned around and came back, grabbed two mushrooms, and chased after them.

People in the mountains still have some rescue experience in mushroom poisoning, such as knowing how to make people who eat it by mistake vomit, but the uncle is still a toddler who doesn't know how to deal with people, and he is already in a coma, so this method will not work.

When the grandfather, who was still young and strong at the time, rode a borrowed bicycle and rushed into the town health center with the grandmother holding the uncle, it was lunch time in the hospital, and the sweaty grandfather took the uncle from his grandmother's arms and ran into the emergency room, shouting loudly: "Doctor, doctor, save the child, save the child!"

The doctor on duty put down the lunch box and quickly began to check, and after inquiring about the basic situation, he began to take first aid measures and told the grandparents: It seems that the child is too deeply poisoned, and the town can only do vomiting and basic rescue, and now he must be sent to the county hospital immediately.

Ten minutes later, the only ambulance in the town hospital drove the uncle, grandfather, and grandmother who had already been infused to the county hospital.

Uncle experienced a series of rescues in the emergency room of the county hospital in the afternoon, and when the doctor came out of the emergency room, the grandfather, who was already anxious, greeted him and asked the doctor anxiously: "Doctor, how is the child?"

The doctor said: "The mushroom you brought has been identified by laboratory testing, it is a very toxic mushroom, it will seriously damage the optic nerve and auditory nerve after ingestion, the child's vital signs have just stabilized, but the poison is still in a coma, and it will be sent to the ward for further treatment." ”

Grandma asked, "Is the child all right?"

The doctor said: "I can't be sure now, the child is too young and the resistance is too weak, and he has eaten such a poisonous mushroom, and the delay is too long, it is a blessing in misfortune to be able to save his life, go back to the ward and wait for the child to wake up and then check it." ”

The uncle woke up the next morning and opened his eyes, and the grandmother, who had been waiting all night, immediately found that the uncle had opened his eyes, and hurriedly stepped forward and whispered, "Si'er, are you awake?"

The uncle turned a deaf ear to his grandmother's words, did not react in the slightest, and did not look at his grandmother with his eyes, his two little eyes were rolling in and out, and his little head was shaking from side to side with the movement of his eyes, and he shouted with milk in his mouth: "Mother."

After shouting, the uncle seemed to notice that something was wrong, and felt that he couldn't see anything, not even the sound he made, and then shouted a few more times in a lower tone.

Suddenly, I saw that he was nervous, his eyes were rolling rapidly, and he repeatedly shouted one word loudly in his mouth: "Mother".

The two little hands suddenly stretched out into the air and danced wildly, and the infusion tubes on the little arms were also danced.

The mouth kept shouting, and the legs began to kick non-stop, and the shouting and shouting turned into a howl, and the crying became louder and louder.

The cry was heart-rending and earth-shattering, and could be heard clearly throughout the hallway.

Grandpa hurriedly called a doctor and checked it up amid the uncle's crying struggle.

The attending doctor asked the nurse to call the doctor of the ENT department, and after a careful examination, told the grandfather that the child's eyes were no longer visible and his ears had lost his sense of hearing.

After listening to the doctor's words, grandma was like five thunderbolts, and she stood there stunned without saying a word.

The grandfather suppressed his voice and asked the doctor, "Is the child not cured?"

Doctor: "We have done our best, and yesterday we told you that because the child is small, poisoned deeply, and for a long time, all the treatments that can be used at present have been used, and maybe in the future as the child grows up, he can slowly recover, I just said that there is this possibility." The doctor clearly meant to be comforted.

Tears suddenly flowed out of her grandmother's eyes, and she hugged the uncle who was struggling and crying in her arms.

The uncle's cry had begun to become hysterical, as if all the strength of his body was used in his throat to make his highest cry.

Although he was held tightly in his arms by his grandmother, he kept struggling to get rid of the restraints of his grandmother's arms and hands. The little hand that occasionally broke free reached into the air, and the five little fingers quickly opened and closed and opened and closed.

What is he grasping for? Is he going to seize the light? Or is he going to get back the lost voice? A child who is just one year old, who has just understood the warmth and coldness of the world, who has just learned about this colorful world, who has just understood the cordial call of his parents, has suddenly fallen into the world of endless darkness and endless silence, and his weak body and mind have suffered such a devastating blow that he can only use these insignificant cries and kicks to resist the unfairness of fate!

In the cruel and incomparably silent darkness, the uncle struggled desperately......

The suffering continues to play out on the poor boy of the uncle.

Even if grandma stuffed her warm ** into the uncle's mouth, the uncle took it in his mouth, spit it out, and continued his struggle.

The little hands were clenched into fists, the muscles all over the body were tense, and because of the roar with all his strength, the little face was flushed, and he fainted in his grandmother's arms from crying several times.

Then I was exhausted from crying, so I could close my eyes and sleep in a daze, and when I woke up, I had a little strength to open my voice and cry.

The uncle's violent crying could be heard throughout the ward and corridor, and the doctor told the grandmother and grandfather that they could not let the child cry anymore, because they would cry and break their vocal cords.

Grandpa and grandma tried their best not to let the uncle cry, no matter how you coaxed, the uncle just didn't eat or drink and hoarse or shouted and cried! This painful and heart-rending cry broke the grandparents' liver and intestines, and it will never be forgotten!

In order not to affect the rest and treatment of other patients, grandpa and grandma held the uncle alone when they were infused, and sat on the stone bench under the big tree by the hospital wall with the infusion bottle, taking turns to hold and gently pat to comfort the uncle.

In this way, grandpa and grandma were in the courtyard to accompany the uncle for a day and a night.

The next morning, the hoarse uncle first sprang out a few drops of blood from the corner of his mouth, and then spit out a small mouthful of blood, and the sound of his throat became smaller and smaller, and finally the mouth shape was wow-wow, but he could only see the mouth shape and could not hear any sound from his throat.

Grandpa hugged the uncle, watched the uncle open his mouth and shout, opened and shouted again without sound, and after repeating it a few times, he closed his mouth and never opened it again.

Uncle cried and broke his vocal cords! Tearing off the only remaining bond that can communicate with the world!

Grandpa, a strong, stubborn farmer, was hit by this sudden catastrophe, and he couldn't hold back the great grief in his heart at this moment without resting well for a few days and nights, and his eyes were immediately filled with tears, and then the big tears rolled down, and he raised his head and shouted to the sky: My hard-working four!

Since then, Uncle has been isolated from the world!