Back to my spacious home, the mood is different, this house I just bought on May Day this year, and it was just renovated in September. It's been less than three months since I moved in. Large house with 4 bedrooms and 2 living rooms.

I am a vegetative child who has just woken up, and I have to help others do a lot of things, and I can't eat rice now, for fear that the rice grains will fall into the air and choke on my throat, so I can only put the steamed buns in the soup and soak them until they are soft. The fruit had to be juiced, and I drank it through a straw. I couldn't even do the most basic turnover. In order to prevent the body from lying on its back for a long time to get bedsores. I had an air mattress under me, and I lay on top of it.

I can't take care of myself, and I have to rely on the assistance of others to complete all the human actions I can think of. Someone came to see me at home, and I communicated with the guests, and many times the guests couldn't understand what I was saying, and my wife had to translate on the side. During the day, I have to do standing and walking training. Every day at 5:00~6:00 p.m., a therapist will come to help me recover. It was the therapist in the hospital who did the rehabilitation, and my daughter was the first person to call him Master Kong. I went to bed at 9 p.m. sharp. In the middle of the night, my wife will wake up 2~3 times to help me turn over. I was always lying on my back with one movement and was too tired, and my tail vertebrae hurt. In my dreams, I dreamed countless times that I was walking like a fly.

I silently calculated in my heart every day, calculating how many days there would be until half a year, because when I was about to be discharged from the hospital, the doctor said that I would run all over the ground after half a year.

I repeat it every day, I don't know how many times I have to ask, wife, when do you think I can get better?

After a few days of communication and understanding, I feel that Master Kong is an angel sent to me by God. Listen to his words, I don't have to spend money in vain, the acupuncture also stopped, the reason he gave is that my muscle tension is too high, the more acupuncture will be more nervous, according to his own words, a minister of the United Front Work Department in Beijing, after having a cerebral hemorrhage, all over the country to visit famous doctors, to no avail, and finally inquired around, found Master Kong, Master Kong through about half a year to give him a good recovery, and finally the head of the United Front Work Department in order to express his gratitude, directly gave him a bank card, he went to the bank to check, there are 300,000 in it. Master Kong said that his annual income is 60 or 70 million. I just invested in a kindergarten for my daughter-in-law, with a total investment of more than 40 million.

When he rehabilitated an old man, only the old man was at home alone, and he found that the old man was not quite right, he watched the old man begin to crook his mouth and eyes, and he judged that the old man was a venous thrombosis based on experience, so he ran to the kitchen and picked up the fastest knife, and after entering the house, he aimed at the old man's neck and made a direct air cut, and then saved the old man's life, and the old man's family was grateful to him. Master Kong charges on a monthly basis, and pays first at the beginning of the month, one for a month. He rests on holidays or in bad weather, but he still receives money.

After a middle-aged man contracted this disease, his wife left him with the child, and the man walked with a limp. In the end, he saw that the man felt pitiful and did not charge. Find a wall and let the man lie on the ground. With just one stroke, he helped the man correct his walking posture. Every time he decided not to come on the second day, he would do a few clicks on my back on the first day of rehabilitation, saying that he would seal the acupuncture points.

What Master Kong said became more and more outrageous, and he ran the train with his mouth full. The family began to suspect that he was a liar. But I had no choice but to get this disease, and there was no better way. My brother was the first to object, and my wife's idea was: we can't be liars, we are all so old, we have this disease. Even if you are no longer human, you won't cheat our family out of money! He probably loves to brag, and if he helps us recover, he can brag if he wants to. Until one day, the hope we pinned on Master Kong was completely shattered. Because my wife received a phone call, a strange call, it was in the hospital when I lived in the single room next to me, Mr. Lin's mother called, the old lady who was only 1.4 meters tall and had a hunchback with one eye that was not good. On the phone, she asked to come to our house.

The day Mother Lin came to my house happened to be the Dragon Boat Festival, and Master Kong called in advance to say that she would not come today. Mother Lin took 6 apples when she came, and she said that this number is auspicious with fruits! The old lady saw that I was able to sit up by myself leaning on the head of the bed, and could communicate with people freely, her tears flowed, according to her, Mr. Lin was no different from before being discharged from the hospital, or she couldn't speak, she could only make a sound, or lying on the bed, unable to move, and communicating with him could only be done by asking him, and he answered yes or no with his eyes. Mother Lin said: It is better to give the chance to live to the person who had the car accident at that time. His wife comforted her vigorously beside her, and also shed tears.

The old lady said that I am in my 70s this year, and I have been widowed since I was in my 40s, and I have been alone with 4 children, until now. Over the years, I have never taken the initiative to provoke others, and I have repeatedly endured or bypassed things when encountering them. But today Auntie is going to tell you that you must not use that therapist again, he is a liar. I was so old that it was inconvenient to go out, but I insisted on going to the rehabilitation hospital and asked him. He is a nurse in that hospital, looking at the techniques of other rehabilitation masters, and learning from others, it is not at all like what he said is professional, and there are certificates and so on. After inquiring, I went to the hospital where we were hospitalized together, and found your phone number. The therapist said that you would be gone now, and one day you woke up in the middle of the night and went to open the refrigerator to find something to eat.

Mother Lin said: The therapist goes to her house at four o'clock in the afternoon every day, and prepares a bottle of iced tea and a newspaper for the therapist in advance. That's not all, many people who went to visit Mr. Lin brought a lot of good things, including bird's nest, etc., which were taken away by the rehabilitation therapist. When the rehabilitator was doing rehabilitation for their home, not only did they rest on holidays and even did not go to Saturdays and Sundays, they never said hello, and the money was still collected, and the old lady asked questions, and the rehabilitator yelled at her, and the old lady couldn't bear it anymore, so she went to the rehabilitation hospital to inquire.

The old lady's words just confirmed the speculation in our family's hearts. The rehabilitation therapist is too good, so old, the heart is too bad.

Auntie, don't cry, don't cry at such an old age, don't worry, he will definitely be retributed, God will not let him go of this kind of person, my wife comforted Mother Lin and said. Mother Lin was gone, and I had insomnia that night.

There are two main reasons for insomnia, one is that the future is uncertain, I don't know when I will get better, whether I will be like this for the rest of my life, like a living dead who needs to be taken care of. The second is because I can't accept it, how can anyone make this kind of black money, people are unpredictable, Mother Lin's rickety back has occupied my entire mind until dawn.