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At about 10 o'clock last night, I finally had a high fever, and not long after I fell asleep, I felt unwell, and my whole body was hot, but I didn't sweat. www.biquge.info Later, I asked my mother to get me an ice pack, and then my father knew that I had a fever, and he asked me if I had taken my temperature, and I said that I had been looking for a thermometer for a long time today, but I didn't find it, forget it! So the family rummaged through the boxes and began to look for a thermometer. After looking for a while, I finally found it, I took my temperature, I was shocked, it actually reached 39.5, and my father asked me to go to the hospital quickly.

I was also a little panicked and felt uncomfortable, although I had a fever before, I had never had such a high temperature, I don't know if this is a recurrence of my liver disease. Now that time is urgent, if you rush to change to another doctor, you may not be able to treat it properly. I wanted to call my attending doctor first to ask about the situation, I asked my parents and sisters to quickly find my case bag, at this time my voice was already a little trembling, and I couldn't speak very well, the family hurriedly looked everywhere, but I didn't find the attending doctor's business card, and I didn't store his number in my mobile phone.

Later, I had to call the provider of interferon and ask him if he had the phone number of my attending doctor, but he said no. Now I really have no choice but to go to the hospital. Dad told me to get up and get dressed and take me to the hospital right away.

At this time, I already felt obviously uncomfortable, the moment I got up, suddenly the world was spinning, a violent vomiting sensation hit, my consciousness was quickly blurred, and the rapid voice of my parents seemed to come from another world, and I seemed to pass out. I'll never forget that moment, there was a moment when I really felt like I was going to die, I couldn't go to the hospital anymore, I couldn't hold on for a minute, I collapsed on the bed with an ice pack against my forehead. The second sister hurriedly called the eldest sister and asked her to come over.

At this time, it started to rain outside, and I hope it doesn't turn into a torrential rain, otherwise someone might have to carry me out with an umbrella, which would be even more troublesome.

After applying the ice pack for a while, I felt better, quickly put on my shoes, brought my previous medical records, and went out with my father to meet my sister at the gate of the community. As soon as I went outside, the wind blew a little, I breathed a little, I felt a lot more comfortable, and it seemed that there was no need to go to the hospital again. Dad said that maybe it was because he had been stuffy in the quilt for too long, so he should take his temperature again!

After a while, my sister also came, and the family was waiting for my temperature results. The wait at this time, although it is unknown, at least there is some hope, I really don't want to go to the hospital so late to toss. When I was a child, I had paratyphoid fever and a high fever in the middle of the night, and my mother hurriedly carried me to the doctor, when everyone was asleep, society stopped functioning, and it was more troublesome to see a doctor than during the day.

Later, the body temperature was found out, 39.5, and I still had to go to the hospital. At this time, Dad suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have thrown off the thermometer just now, so he had to re-measure, but he also had hope again.

It may be the cooling effect of ice packs, and I already feel good at this time, and it is impossible to reach more than 39 degrees. But after taking my temperature again, it was still 39.4, so I had to go to the hospital.

The eldest sister went out with me, and after leaving the community, we took a taxi and went straight to the Sixth Hospital, which was the first time I went to the hospital so late since I came to Shanghai. Fortunately, I am in a big city like Shanghai, and the medical level is leading in the country, and it is convenient to see a doctor, just a taxi away. If I am in a remote and isolated village, I have a high fever at such a late hour, I don't know how to deal with it, I may have to walk dozens of kilometers of mountain roads on my back, and then go to a small town, and the health center of the town cannot be cured, so I have to go to the county hospital, but the shuttle bus will not be available until the next morning, and I may have to stay up for a few hours, and when I go to the county hospital the next day, I may not be able to treat it, and I have to go to a bigger city...... It's scary to think about.

I sat in the back seat, half-lying on the chair with an ice pack, squinting slightly, the colorful neon flashed outside the window, some young people were playing under the street lamp, maybe going to the bar together, full of youthful energy, I was as young as them, but I had to go through such a pain, like an old man.

If it's a common cold and fever, it's okay, but what I'm most afraid of is the recurrence of liver disease, and after two years of treatment, if it recurs, then the previous efforts will be in vain. In the recurrence of liver disease, I am most afraid of liver failure, if I have such a high fever, will it be liver failure? If it is liver failure, then it will be a life, the fatality rate will reach 70%, if the liver is transplanted, at least more than 1 million, and the postoperative survival time is also limited.

When I think about it, the more I miss the time when I didn't get sick. How young and carefree I was then, what made me sad and annoyed back then, now seems to be trivial things. After two years of illness, I can be regarded as a person who has experienced strong winds and waves! People always have to go through some setbacks and difficulties in order to become stronger. If a person is always smooth sailing, he will not grow.

Writing is a profession that requires a lot of life experience. I am one of the more special authors in the group of authors, I have been writing longer than most online authors, if you count the era of pen and paper, I started writing in 2005, and I have been writing for 11 years now. If you only count the Internet era, then I started writing in 08, and now I have eight years, which is longer than many first-line authors. But the reason why I have been writing for so long and not reaching their status is that I have too little experience, and what can a teenager write? Many first-line writers are at least in their twenties or even thirty or forty years old to write famous works, and their experience is by no means comparable to that of a teenager who has not experienced strong winds and waves.

If a person is slow to succeed, it must be that he has experienced not enough setbacks. Fate is very fair, if you have smooth sailing and have not experienced a heavy blow in the real sense, then you are lucky, but your life is also mediocre and cannot succeed. If you are unlucky and have experienced the pain that ordinary people will not bear, don't despair, it may be fate to choose you out of a thousand miles, so that you can embark on the road to success and surpass all living beings. The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds...... Many people complain about the lack of opportunities for success, but in fact, all he lacks is setbacks.

Perhaps this illness is precisely the mercy of fate on me, which will make me go through hardships and set me on the road to real success. If this setback is too light, it will not have the effect of tempering. And if it is too serious, it may not be overcome, many authors also have liver disease, but as soon as it is found out, it is an advanced stage of liver cancer, and there is no possibility of treatment, and fate has arranged it too heavily for them, beyond the scope they can bear.

In contrast, this experience that fate arranged for me was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, I had to go through painful torture, but I had the hope of healing. Looking back on the past two years, I have had pain and despair, self-defeat, depression and anxiety, but I finally survived, and now I am much better mentally than two years ago. Time is the best antidote, and what you couldn't face at the beginning, you will accept one day. is like the line in "Rejuvenation" - "Sometimes things backfire, you can roar like a mad dog, complain about the sky, curse fate, and regret not being in the first place...... But at the last moment, I still had to let go quietly. "Until now, I'm still anxious, I'm in pain, I'm complaining, but after a while, I'll pick myself up again.

After about a decade or two of the taxi walked, we finally arrived at the Sixth Courtyard, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, which inexplicably made people feel depressed, and it seemed that even the weather began to play tricks on me. We braved the rain to enter the hospital, hung up the emergency room for 24 hours, there were only three people in front of me, and when I was waiting for the number, I took out my mobile phone and quickly checked the information. Now that I have changed hospitals and doctors, they don't know my previous medical history, and the treatment is risky, so I can only pay attention to it myself. I endured my vague consciousness and looked up the contraindications for hepatitis B fever, and I vaguely remembered that people with liver disease could not use a fever reducer. After checking for a while, I finally found out that the drug is called paracetamol, and the use of it by patients with liver disease may cause serious consequences.

Later, when I finally saw the doctor, I talked about my condition, focusing on my liver disease. Later, the doctor arranged for me to take a blood test and urine test, and it would take two hours for the results to be completely available. My sister went out to buy me water, and twenty minutes later I got the first test result, the indicators were normal, at this time I was already a little sleepy, I simply went directly to the doctor's duty room, lay down on a small bed, used the bottle of water as a pillow, and rested with an ice pack. The eldest sister continued to wait outside for the results of the second test.

Vaguely, I heard strange patients coming to the doctor, they came from all corners of the city, from all walks of life, and their conditions were varied, there were elderly people supporting their wives to check for heart disease, there were young couples who came to see the fetus in their wombs, and there were middle-aged women who were carried in on a stretcher and unconscious. A patient may have just died in the emergency room next door, but the loud cry of a newborn could be heard in the delivery room not far away...... The hospital is like a meeting place of fate, where you can see birth, old age, sickness and death, and life changes.

In a trance, I seemed to see countless threads of fate entangled in front of my eyes, seemingly chaotic, but orderly, countless such threads, forming this huge world.

After a long time, my eldest sister finally waited for my second test sheet, which was very important, it checked my liver function, and the results showed that everything was normal. There was a false alarm, either a recurrence of liver disease or an ordinary fever, and the doctor prescribed me a new tablet to reduce the fever, and then hung three bags of saline for me.

Later, I went to the rehydration room for infusion, and there were already a lot of people sitting here, so we found a place to sit down, and the nurse came and started giving me infusions.

At this time, it was already more than one o'clock in the morning, I didn't eat at night, and now I was very hungry, and my eldest sister went out to buy me something to eat, and inadvertently, I saw that there was already a circle of eye bags hanging behind her glasses, and she was also tired.

I sat on the infusion chair, holding on to the ice pack, and watched the people around me on the infusions.

Sitting across from me was a couple, and it was the woman who was injected, her fingers holding bandages and seemed to be injured. The man was holding a bowl of instant noodles and was carefully feeding her, and the girl pouted and scolded the boy, saying that she was not comfortable enough to eat, and the man had to change his posture aggrievedly.

Next to them was a chubby little boy who seemed to have fallen while playing, his knee was bruised, and he was screaming in pain during the infusion, and his mother was watching him with concern.

Sitting next to me was a middle-aged man with a bandage on his arm, who had been cut by a cutter with a long wound, and had to take the subway from Pudong to several hospitals.

There was also a man in a police uniform, with a head wrapped in a blue nose and swollen face, all covered in blood, presumably injured in the process of subduing the gangsters.

In this world, stories are happening all the time, the fates of seven billion people are entangled with each other, and there are births, old ages, sickness and death all the time, and I am just one of them.

After a while, the eldest sister came back with a bowl of Little Chaos and a cup of soy milk, I didn't have much appetite, and I threw it away after a few bites.

I stayed up until half past two, and finally the infusion was completed, and I went to take my temperature again, and it dropped to 38.2 degrees.

We left the hospital and took a taxi home.

By this time, the rain had stopped.

Huang Huayi, May 26, 2016