There are a total of 11 teachers in Linjia Primary School, and there are only 3 female teachers.

Because my father is always busy, the female teacher takes care of me. The best thing for me is to come to the teacher, she is in her 30s, with short ear-length hair, mime-sized eyes, a high nose, and a fast speech. She is the daughter-in-law of this village, and she will take me back to her house when she has free time, she is busy with hers, and I play with the children in the neighborhood.

That day, the teacher said that there was a family in their village who wanted to marry a girl, and they wanted to take me to play after school, I was very happy, and I didn't have a solid class that afternoon, and I finally got out of class, and as soon as the bell rang, I ran to the teacher's office. The teacher was grading the homework and said it would be over in a while. I was afraid that she would not take me with her when she left, so she would play in front of her office. After playing for a while, the teacher finally finished his homework, cleaned up, and came out with a small cloth bag. At that time, the door lock was no longer a lock, and the hidden lock was replaced, and it was generally necessary to use the key to lock it again after pulling it on. As soon as the teacher had just inserted the key into the lock hole, a teacher in the front classroom called out to her and asked if she could change the class tomorrow. I was annoyed that the teacher had a lot of things, and when they were exchanging opinions, I suddenly found a cricket in the crack of the door, and I squatted down to pull the cricket out with my index finger, and the index finger just stuffed it into the crack of the door, and the teacher had finished speaking, and slammed the door. My index finger was caught alive in the crack of the locked door. I screamed loudly in pain. The teacher was scared stupid at the time, and the teachers in the other offices rushed out when they heard the noise. Dad heard my screams and rushed over, quickly snatched the key from the stunned teacher, and opened the door in a trembling voice. I pulled out my fingers and rolled on the ground crying. My fingers were completely flattened, blue and purple, and instantly swollen again, and my father picked me up and ran to the village health center, I howled all the way, and my voice was chaotic, but I still heard the teacher's sobs in fear from the crowd......

When I arrived at the health center, I had no strength to cry, I hummed intermittently, and I couldn't feel the pain of my index finger when I began to drill, my whole left hand hurt, and cold sweat broke out on my head. The doctor said, it's not rotten, disinfect, wrap it. After a while, my finger was smeared with purple potion, and then wrapped around with gauze, and the finger was wrapped like a rice dumpling, and the doctor said it was okay, and it would be fine in two days.

Dad carried me back to school, and I raised my arms high. After returning to school, the teacher was still waiting in place, and when he saw me, he immediately ran over and said with a crying voice: It's okay, I admit the medical expenses.

Dad smiled and said, "The doctor said it's okay, and it will be fine in two days." Don't feel guilty, the child is so naughty, go home quickly. The teacher drooped his head and walked towards the school gate step by step. After that, the teacher never took me out again.

There was only one hand left to move, and my father did all the work of washing my face, brushing my teeth, and combing my hair, but my father never blamed me. The pain was slowly subsiding, and after three days, I told my dad that my fingers were sore and itchy, and my dad said that he was getting better. He was busy with his work and took me to the clinic. The doctor at the clinic opened the bandage layer by layer, revealing his fingers, which were swollen like a sausage, red and white. The doctor said that it was not good, there was pus, and it was necessary to puncture the pus, disinfect it, and then bandage it. I cried when I saw the doctor take a small pair of scissors, shouting that I don't want it, I don't want it...

I was pressed on the stool by my father, the doctor took the scissors and said to release pus, I closed my eyes, I felt the sharp weapon pierced my fingers, I pressed hard, I cried loudly, wanted to struggle to run away, but one of my father's big hands pressed my shoulder, the other hand held my right hand tightly, I couldn't move at all, let the sharp weapon poke and press on my fingers for a while, and in the end there was even a scraping action, except crying I had nothing to vent my pain.

The degree is like a year, and I am better off than dead in torment...... I was finally tortured, and my fingers were wrapped into zongzi again, and my father felt sorry for me and carried me back to school.

After a few more days, my hand did not improve, but hurt more. Dad became worried, too.

Coming to the clinic again, the doctor opened the bandage, frowned, his fingers were all pus, he suggested going to the town hospital to have a look, my father was angry, but he didn't say anything, and pulled me away.

Dad went back overnight to arrange the next day's work, and early the next morning, Dad took me to the town hospital on his bicycle.

When I arrived at the town hospital, my father found an acquaintance to help me heal me, and the doctor's uncle opened the bandage and said loudly, "Isn't this nonsense?" If it continues like this, this finger will not be able to be saved. As soon as I heard it, I cried with a wow. Dad's eyebrows furrowed, and he quickly asked how to get better. The doctor's uncle said that it is necessary to scrape off all the rotten meat, it is best not to bandage it, to ensure that it is not contaminated, and to disinfect it every four hours, which can ensure that it will get better in two days. But the hospital is so far away from your home, it's a hassle. Dad whispered to the doctor uncle for a long time, gave me a shot in the butt, then took a bag of things and dragged me back to school.

I asked my dad along the way, what should I do with my fingers, I would be disabled without my fingers? Dad said firmly, "No."

In the evening, my father packed up my things and took me home, and my mother and brother saw that their fingers were bandaged, and they didn't know what was going on.

The next day coincided with the autumn harvest holiday, and early in the morning, my father and brother cleaned the yard. I sat on a stone bench at the small stone table, and my mother brought me my favorite meat buns. The early autumn sun was shining in the small courtyard, my father asked my brother to open the courtyard door, and my mother inexplicably told me the story of Dong Cunrui's bombing of the bunker, and I sat on the stone bench with a premonition that something was going to happen.

Dad took out the small package he got from the hospital and opened it, and there was a sterilization jar that could only be seen in the hospital, and there were sterilized yellow gauze strips in the jar, and several small bottles with red and purple liquid, as well as knives and small scissors..... Mom and brother pressed my shoulders one by one, I was confused, but I immediately understood what Dad was going to do, and cried loudly, I don't... I don't want to...

Dad said, "Only by removing the rotten flesh from your fingers and eliminating the poison will you grow new meat, otherwise you will not be able to save this finger." You are a strong child, you are the most powerful, you will shout when you hurt, but you can't scream as much as you can, you will attract the dogs of the whole village, and when the time comes, there will be children who will watch the excitement...... That's why I had to leave the door wide open......

Dad clumsily started the operation, first remove my bandage, then sterilize the utensils, use scissors to cut off the rotten flesh, every time it is a pain in the heart, I bit the towel in my mouth, I never shouted, my face was red, my ears were buzzing because of the pain, my brother and mother stepped on my feet respectively, I had no room for resistance, I looked up at the plane tree that belonged to me, tears continued to flow down the corners of my eyes, the plane tree shaded this small courtyard with a huge canopy, a gust of wind blew, I saw the leaves, my eyes were hazy, my mind was blank...... At this time, Dad said yes. I looked at my index finger wrapped in a layer of yellow sterilized gauze. Mom took the towel out of my mouth and the towel had been bitten by me......

Dad took a chaise longue and sat on it, put his arm around me, and my brother held my arm, and I fell asleep......

Two hours later, Dad took the yellow gauze and my fingers were bare in front of me, what an ugly finger it was, and in some places I could almost see my bones. My arm was lifted by the strip of gauze that hung around my neck, and I had a book underneath it, and my fingers were cocked.

My brother's task is to follow me, and the scope of his activities is the small courtyard. My mom was in charge of watching the clock, and for four hours I was reminded to disinfect me, and in the evening, a miracle happened, and the flesh on my fingers seemed to be shriveled.

Mom and Dad took turns watching me that night to check if I was scratching the wound.

The next day, my brother continued to follow me, my mother controlled the time, and my father disinfected every four hours, and his fingers were even more shriveled at night. After a few more days, my hand miraculously healed......