Sometimes, I really admire that I am still alive, and the period from my birth to high school can be described as nine deaths.

In 1990, my family was still running a game hall. To make it easier to take care of me, I was taken to the arcade when I was 1 year old. People came and went, and my parents didn't have time to pay attention to me for a while, so I sat quietly. According to my dad, I don't know when I climbed into the folding chair next to me. Just as he was about to pick me up, I fell to the ground with a "snap", and my face hit the ground. My dad quickly picked me up and found that my nose was sunken. Ignoring my gushing nosebleed, he pulled my nose out vigorously. I don't know if it's my dad's good technique, or if I was born like this, but my nose is very stiff now.

Later, I went to nursery, and one weekend, my mom and I were at home. The neighbor next door found someone to repair the door panel, and the man took a sheep's horn hammer and smashed it there. My mom was working, and I was sitting on the edge of the yard basking in the sun and playing. Suddenly, something flew over and hit me in the eye, and it went black in front of my eyes. Later, I found out that it was the horn hammer. In the dark, I was taken to the hospital. While waiting for the doctor to check on me in the hospital, I slowly saw something. Fortunately, it was only the bone under my left cheek that was hit, not the eyeball, and I was glad that the hammer didn't have much power when it hit my face, otherwise I would have been nicknamed "Chen Blind"

I'm finally in kindergarten, and I'm one of the skinny people in my class. There is a boat-shaped relaxation area in the classroom, where children borrow books they bring from home, and we will read them there during breaks. There are three steps to get on the boat, and there are no guardrails. One day, I was too excited to play with my friends, and with a "bang", my head hit the steps. The wound is still in the same place, the bone under the left cheek. This time the teacher and the principal were scared enough, and they hurriedly called my dad. Luckily, I was fine, and I went to kindergarten again after a two-day break. Maybe it's because my parents are talkative and don't hold the kindergarten accountable. Maybe I didn't have that consciousness at the time, otherwise I might have had a wife since I was a child. Later, the steps of the boat in the classroom were guardrailed, and later, the boat was gone.

But compared to the rest of the story, headbumping is simply pediatric. When I met a student, the teacher and the principal really fell for eight lifetimes. No, it's not just kindergartens.

When it came to the kindergarten class, the things that made the teachers collapse came again. It may be that I ate unclean xiaolongbao and got food poisoning. I was in a cold sweat during class, my stomach hurt, and my head was dizzy. Later, I fainted. When I woke up again, I found myself lying in the kindergarten communication room. My dad rushed to the hospital and took me to the hospital. In the hospital, I could only drink white porridge every day, but I vomited after eating it. Even if you don't eat, you will constantly vomit yellow water. People also become very weak. My mom also fell ill because of taking care of me.

I woke up one morning and saw a lot of people around my bed. Later, according to my father, it was because my condition had worsened, and the doctor was doing a consultation, and the doctor at the county hospital suggested that we go to Hangzhou for treatment. At that time, the medical conditions were not very perfect, and the entire hospital had three oxygen cylinders. One is out of gas, one is using another patient, and the rest is broken...... Without an oxygen cylinder, I couldn't go to Hangzhou, and I had no treatment plan, so I had to hang saline every day, and get glucose and saline. In other words, my life could end at any time. Fortunately, God was more merciful, and then I miraculously began to recover. After lying in the hospital for a full hundred days, he finally recovered and was discharged from the hospital and returned to kindergarten. Because I missed 100 days of school, I left a lot of things behind, including how to tie my shoes. That's why I don't tie my shoelaces with a bow to this day. Later, it was said that the teacher who led our class resigned after taking us for this term. Alas, sorry teacher. You're not the only one, though.

Then we moved and moved into an old gate. My rented house has an attic, the stairs are steep, and there are no guardrails when I move in. On that day, my mom was cleaning, and I was also symbolically helping. The stairs were steep, and my mom kept telling me to be careful. I was so afraid of something, I was naughty and climbed the stairs. Because there was no guardrail to cover me, I fell. Fortunately, my mother's eyes are quick, and the attic is not high, so I was caught by my mother impartially. Otherwise, I can also be called "Chen Cripple" now.

If it weren't for my mother's beating, I would have been like this all along.

It was a summer vacation, my mother had to work overtime for three days overnight, and my father was also away on business, so she left me 50 yuan for me to solve the three meals a week. 50 yuan can be said to be a huge amount of money at that time. I didn't hear it for a while, thinking it was three days. So all kinds of ice cream, all kinds of water guns and toys. When my mom asked me how much money I had left three days later, I dug into my pocket and found that there were only 7 dollars left. Alas, not to mention how angry my mother was again, looking at me who was not angry, she gave me another twenty. However, after a few days, I started to get naughty again. One day I refused to take a shower, and my mother was angry, so she picked up the hanger and hit me. That night, my cries filled the night sky. Since then, I've become very quiet.

However, I still scared my two secondary school homeroom teachers.

When I was in the first year of junior high school, my mother asked me to have one more liver function check in order to thoroughly check whether I was healthy. The doctor said that blood needs to be drawn to check liver function, and I thought it would be good to take a needle and poke it on the ring finger just like a blood test. Who knows, it was actually pumped from the arm!! It was my turn, and I sat down in front of the doctor, who told me to take off my coat and roll up my sleeves. I was a little scared to look at the needles so thick, but I did it anyway. The doctor tied a rubber tube to me and applied the potion. As the needle was inserted, dark red blood flowed down the catheter. I watched my blood gush out, and my heart began to panic. After all, it was just a laboratory test, and the doctor didn't draw much blood, so he pulled out the needle with a pressure pad, and then asked me to hold it down by myself. I stood up with the cotton wool, and suddenly the world spun around, and I fell to the ground in front of me as soon as it was dark, and in a daze, I felt a group of people rushing towards me. I was hugged by a pair of big gentle hands on the bed made up of desks, and the doctors thought I was hypoglycemic. I heard someone shouting, "Who has sugar?" Who has sugar? "I've got a carton of milk!" Then I lay down and drank the doctor's breakfast milk. After a while, the head teacher rushed in anxiously, watched me leisurely drink milk, let go of half of my heart, and then asked the doctor about the situation. Later, after a round of "expert consultation", everyone finally concluded that I was fainting blood. That's right, I fainted from my own blood, and it would be fatal if it was severe. After that "blood sickness" incident, my classmates thought that I would faint when I saw blood, and I explained this for three years.

Compared with junior high school, my high school homeroom teacher has more bitterness to tell.

That day, after the afternoon class, it was dinner time, and I felt sick to my stomach, so I went to the toilet. When it was over, I looked back and found a lot of blood stuck to it. Lifting my pants, I staggered to the hallway at the door of the classroom, leaning on the fence, looking at the open space in front of the school building, planning to take a break and go to the cafeteria for a bite to eat. At this time, Brother Xiang and Polo from our class and Meatballs from the next class also came over to enjoy a short leisure time. They talked sentence by sentence, but I kept thinking about the blood just now, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. Then there was another whirlwind, his eyes were black, and he fell to the ground with a "bang". Three of my classmates, who had never seen such a battle, immediately shouted my name and picked me up and went to the political and religious office. I remember meeting several teachers on the way, and one of the male teachers picked me up on my back and shouted, "Call 120!" Hit 120! 120 has not hit! "In a daze, I felt like I was surrounded by people." What's wrong, what's wrong? "It's him." "It turned out to be him!" (Because he participated in a theatrical performance in high school, the role of the old father performed is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so he is still a little famous on campus). At this time, the head teacher who had just been eating also hurried over.

It didn't take long for the ambulance of 120 to arrive, and the head teacher and Brother Xiang accompanied me to take the ambulance for the first time in my life. Later, I learned that the ambulance costs more than 200 yuan a trip. Come to think of it, this toilet is really expensive. From the time I got into the ambulance to the emergency room of the hospital, the head teacher held my hand all the time, her hand was very warm, and I was really happy and guilty at that moment. After an overnight IV in the hospital, I finally came back to life. Later, according to the nurse, if my blood sickness symptoms were severe, I still had to go to the provincial capital for treatment. I didn't take it seriously and went back to school the next day.

Therefore, since I was a child, I have experienced many brushes with death, and because of this, I am very timid and afraid of death. However, Pei Ye said well, "Life is precious, and love is more expensive." ”