This chapter has little to do with the chapters before and after, and is mentioned in Book III.

Why now?

If you really want to give an answer, it's because of SX and Xiao Du.

"Name, age, symptoms?"

"Tan Xiaosian, 22 years old, has a cold and high fever, and a severe sore throat by the way. ”

"Open your mouth and say, 'Ah!'"

"Ahh

"The problem is very serious, the tonsils are severely inflamed, how many days have passed? Fortunately, it came early, and I will be hospitalized a few days later. ”

I was not surprised, I was not panicked, I experienced more, and I was not afraid of life and death.

I was assigned to the treatment room for an intravenous drip and the nurse looked young, about 18 years old. Buried his head, he sorted out the various potions on the table. "Injections?" I replied, "yes!"

"Gender, age?"

Even though my throat was already sore, almost to the point that it was hard to swallow, and I knew that my voice was a little hoarse, I didn't think it had reached the point where there was no distinction between men and women. I yelled, "Male!22!"

"'91?" the nurse turned to look at me, "I'm also '91, don't you think you want to?" A doctor next to him grinned, "Brother Cang, do you know......?"

These unintentional words gently pricked my nerves.

I sat on the special seat for intravenous drips, holding up the 9260 that I had just changed, the camera, turned on, and looked at myself in my phone. The hair was unkempt, and the face that was still indifferent was a little more pale. I think this may be due to the fact that the rice has not been advanced for three days.

I really can't eat, in this situation where saliva can sting my throat.

Strong, persistent?

Fortunately, I have an old foundation of 170 pounds, otherwise I really wouldn't have survived these three days.

Why didn't you see a doctor sooner?

It didn't work, I got sick twice a year, about a week at a time. I thought this time, it would be good to drag it out.

Hospital, I just can't afford to get in.

Money?

My ears seem to be reminded of the oath I made before leaving home during the Spring Festival: I will never use a penny from my family, rely on myself, and get through no matter how hard I suffer.

Sitting on a chair in the clinic, he struggled to write with his left hand and dripping with his right hand. Why not prick your left hand?

Pierced. and swollen. When you have a high fever, your blood vessels become smaller. Because the internal heat is cold.

It's so cold, I want to go home and get another coat and put it on to keep out the cold.

But I, who would do such a trivial thing for you, which usually seems insignificant?

No, no one.

Roll up your sleeves and look at the swollen back of your hand, and the entire arm, and the looming scars on your palms. Those marks of youth tell themselves: a true man is a warrior who is not afraid of any suffering. Like a warrior of steel, a bloodthirsty devil! Man, this is the real man!

In those youthful years, there were stitches, no anesthetic, open skin, and even a bruise on the thigh when he was fourteen years old, which needed to be operated on, but he was not anesthetized. The doctor told the mother that too much anesthetic was not good for the child. Bear with it, that's all I can endure. When I was in college, I used to walk barefoot on the plastic track in the playground. Xiao Du, who had been by my side at that time, asked me, "Why? Doesn't it hurt?"

I shook my head, "No, I like it. ”

Why?

"Get used to it!"

………… I can't write anymore, it's really cold. Looking forward to losing early, returning to the rented kennel, sleeping, sleeping deeply......