As a result, because of my "active illness", it directly led to the focus and main conflict of my parents' daily life, all of which were focused on treating me, but there were fewer and fewer quarrels and domestic violence, and even for a long time, I mistakenly thought that the family was completely transitioned to a peaceful period of "zero conflict" because of me.

My idea is very simple, such a family atmosphere without "gunsmoke" and "war" is something that my young mind desperately pursues, even if it costs my health and life, I will hold it in my hand without hesitation, just for the "harmony and stability" that may only last for a moment.

And this "innovation" of mine really played a big role in reality, so that the life I longed for lasted until I graduated from primary school, and I was still "a little accomplished" by pinching my fingers.

Taiji is divided into two instruments, heaven and earth are divided, everything must be missing, and things must be reversed.

Pretending to be sick is not the right way after all, and treating the symptoms is not the root cause. Although it can solve the problem for a while, its essence has never changed, and there are even signs of "rebound". Later, when I noticed that my parents were arguing, I immediately started to pretend to be sick and attract their attention first!

The direct consequence of this is that my parents took me to the hospital every once in a while to see a doctor, and set foot in various types of medical places, whether it is a city hospital, a military hospital, a Qixian hospital, or a private outpatient clinic, or even a "barefoot doctor" in the village, no matter how to diagnose, after countless examinations and tests, there is only one result, that is, there is no disease, or there is no discomfort in the examination, all the indicators are normal, and the doctor will always keep asking again and again:

"Kid, what's wrong with you?"

"My stomach hurts. ”

"Does it hurt badly?"

"It's not bad, it's just a dull ache. ”

I carefully answered all the doctor's questions so that the adults would not find out that I was faking my illness.

The doctor shook his head and said helplessly, "Why is this happening?"

"Whew......" The doctor let out a long sigh.

"All the routine items that can be checked, such as blood routine, urine test, stool test, liver function, electrocardiogram, CT, B-ultrasound, gastroscopy, etc., have all been checked, and the items that do not belong to internal medicine have also been checked, which is equivalent to a comprehensive physical examination. Lifting up the black-rimmed glasses that had been pulled to the tip of his nose, the doctor continued: "The strangest thing is that you can't detect any symptoms, why don't you try another hospital?"

After listening to the doctor's words, the parents' mood sank to the bottom again. At one point they suspected that I had some incurable disease, but they didn't say anything, just sighed silently.

I went to the hospital countless times in a row, did all the tests possible, and there was only one thing - I couldn't find the cause!

"Thank you, doctor. ”

At this time, my parents seemed to be several years older, and they responded listlessly, and took me to turn around and leave.

"Hey, wait!"

Just as we were about to leave, the doctor stopped us. This call seemed to give the parents a glimmer of hope on the verge of despair, but when the doctor finished speaking, this little hope was completely dispelled.

"Do you have any painkillers at home? If not, I'll prescribe a little bit for you, so that the next time your child is in pain, you can resist it for a while. ”

"Painkillers?"

"Oh!"

"Yes, yes......"

Both parents are somewhat absent-minded.

"It's good to have, it's good to have it......"

As the saying goes, if you get sick, go to the doctor.

During this time, no matter how irritable and irritable the father may be, there has never been such excesses in this matter, let alone the mother. No matter what kind of psychological pressure they had, they never gave up on "treatment" and care for me, and still spared no effort to treat me in any way.

And, isn't the absence of illness the best news?

Naturally, I don't understand what they think, I just like the harmonious family atmosphere, that's all.

Following the doctor's instructions, my parents took me to the People's Liberation Army Military Region Hospital in the city, a tertiary hospital, and the results were the same - no disease!

Of course, only I know the actual situation, it will hurt if I take medicine, and it will not hurt if I don't take medicine. And when I really took medicine and caused stomach pain, it was only two or three times, and the rest of the time I was just pretending to be sick.

Later, when I have experience, I will realize that I can pretend to be sick like an initiation, so what medicine did I take and what dose did I control in vain?

However, hindsight isn't too stupid, at least I think so.

Looking back, for the sake of the peace, stability and healthy development of the family, hehe, it is naturally nothing for me to suffer a loss. However, it really hurts to take the wrong medicine......

There may be a reason for "a leaf blinding, not seeing Mount Tai", I am extremely longing, extremely urgent, and want to live happily with my parents every day. So, I didn't think about it that much, you know, I'm still a kid!

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant.

The weaving of a lie needs to be covered up with countless lies, and if one of them is exposed, the entire dam of lies will eventually collapse and burst under the action of the anthill!

Although many hospitals have checked that there is no disease, of course, it will not affect the determination and virtue of individual doctors to "hang the pot to help the world, treat the disease and save people", so it is inevitable to prescribe medicine.

There was a doctor in the city hospital who still prescribed seven or eight kinds of Western medicine on the premise that the test results were not abnormal, and asked me to try two or three courses of treatment. In fact, one course of treatment is only 5 days, and three courses of treatment are half a month, but in my opinion, it is a long time.

Just like eating and sleeping, the daily routine is to take medicine, twice a day, each time is a dozen pills, my two little hands can't put it down, and it takes 3 to 4 times to eat.

I finally survived until 15 days, and all the medicine was eaten, but there was still no effect. The doctor then ordered an intravenous intramuscular injection — an injection.

Forehead...... This was one of the more painful times for me.

The inch-long needle completely submerged into my gluteus maximus and injected all the potion in. Even now that I think about it, there is a dull pain in the gluteus maximus on both sides, which is very scary.

And IV has become my biggest fear of treatment so far, not one of them.

This doctor may have a strong desire to challenge a "stubborn disease" like mine, and wants to completely eradicate such a "repeated victory" virus, so he unceremoniously wrote the name of the drug on the outpatient opinion, and my focus is on:

It is recommended to inject intravenously twice a day, two at a time.

......

That's the price I paid for lying, and I call it the "Present Newspaper."

The first thing other kids do in the morning is to enjoy a steaming breakfast, but I need to prepare my glutes on both sides and wait for the needle.

In order to save money on the injections, my great father personally took my mice as an experiment, and the experiment was undoubtedly intravenous intramuscular.

Therefore, I am tortured to death every day, why? It is because the hero has never been able to learn this excellent surgical technique.

"Dad, you tap when you get the injection. "I asked with a crying voice.

"Hmm. I heard an answer.

"Did you get a needle?" I continued.

"Nope. The voice replied in a serious voice.

"Did the needle get in?" I asked again.

"It's injected, it's being injected. "My father lied to me.

"Injection?"

I was wondering, questioning why the needle didn't hurt this time, when a sharp pain in the gluteus maximus came, which made me cry "wow", only to hear an angry voice muttering to himself:

"I'll go, it's over, and I'll prick it into the bone again, and the needles are crooked, so pull it out and tie it again." ”

On the one hand, my mother supported me and reminded me not to move at will, on the other hand, she looked at me distressedly, silently shed tears, and coaxed me to say: "It's okay, it's okay, it won't hurt for a while, I'm giving my mother to be stronger, bear with it, and it'll be fine for a while." ”

After listening to my mother's words, I finally made up my mind to learn to be strong and brave, and secretly swore that I would never cry again after injections.

As a result, another sharp pain came:

"Wow, it hurts!"

I died in pain, and I cried. Then I heard my father's scolding.

"Uh...... It's crooked again, and the needle hasn't been straightened just now. Re-tie once. ”

"Wow, it hurts!"

"Hehe, the needle and the needle tube are not installed, the needle is in, and the needle is ...... outside"

"One more ......"

"Ah...... It hurts me to death!"

"I don't pierce it, I don't pierce it...... Wow wow...... Don't pierce ......"

Seeing my father's failures again and again and my uncontrollable crying, my mother finally made a fuss, felt sorry for me and looked at my father angrily at the same time, and yelled, "Can you do it?" ”

The father just smiled awkwardly and explained apologetically: "Hey, hey, the needle just now was broken, I replaced it with a new one, this time it will definitely work!"

"Dunzi, get ready, this time Dad promises to get it all at once!"

Before I could get an affirmative answer, there was a sharp pain that said, "It hurts!"

"Wow wow...... It hurts me to death! Didn't you say that it would work this time! I won't pierce it, I won't pierce it...... "I resisted vigorously, and I no longer believed in my father's skills!"

"Don't move, don't move, this time it's really pierced in, it's injecting drugs. If you move it again, the needle will be crooked again. Father hurriedly said.

"Well, I'll trust you one last time. I struggled to endure the pain, I said to myself.

"Ah......h

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Hearing my cry, my mother once again couldn't hold back the anger in her heart and yelled at my father.

"The flesh on the butt of the pier is thick, I didn't get a needle into it, the needle only went in halfway, and I just pressed it hard again, hehe, hehe. ”