Chapter 28 Get ill

In 1993, I was invited to host an art festival in Fujian, which was broadcast live on the local TV station.An hour before the opening, I suddenly vomited and diarrhoea, lying in the hotel unable to move.I hurriedly called the male host and asked him to "take more care" that night. Unexpectedly, just a few minutes ago, he had a heart attack and was sent to the hospital—the host of the night fell entirely on me. In other words, people still have a lot of potential to tap.If there is no retreat, the only way to go forward is to rush forward.Startled, I sat up abruptly.It only took half an hour to put on makeup, and the remaining half hour "taken" all the lines of the male host.When the curtain opened and the red light on top of the camera came on, I was already standing there with the microphone in hand.In order not to make the audience feel the mediocrity of a single host, I worked extra hard that day to make the atmosphere very lively.I tried my best to keep myself in a state of high excitement from beginning to end, and I dared not even sit down when I was resting on the side of the screen, for fear that the pain would gain the upper hand once my spirit relaxed.After the two-plus hour party, I was drenched in sweat.Informed directors and actors came over to express their condolences. "You can't see that you are sick at all on the camera." The director's words finally made me feel at ease.

Strangely, after all this hard work, my illness was cured.Spiritual victory method, sometimes it really has some magic power.Afterwards, I proudly told my mother about it, not wanting to shed tears in my mother's eyes, and said: "You are still trying to be young!" It's hard to be sick right now - with a full schedule every day, how can there be time to be sick?Can fight or have to fight.It was different when I was a child. At that time, I hadn't pretended to be sick. When I was in elementary school, I was very envious of my classmates who asked for leave because of illness and did not come to class.Seeing that they don't have to attend lectures, don't have to do homework, and their parents are distressed to ask about the health and wellness, how great!One winter morning, I really didn't want to climb out of the warm bed, so I had a strong idea of ​​pretending to be sick, pretending to have a stomachache.Probably because of the painful expression on my face, my mother actually believed it and entrusted one of my classmates to send a leave note to the teacher, and she herself asked for half a day off to stay with me at home.

At first, leaning on the bed, eating the extra egg custard made by my mother, I was very happy.But slowly, something went wrong: my mother stood by and forbade me to get up; it was really difficult to pretend to be miserable even though I was not sick; it was snowing outside the window, and it seemed that It won't stop either.During the break, should the students have a snowball fight? Every ice flower on the window pane has its own story, and the clock on the wall has only reached ten o'clock in the morning.I really can't think of anything else to do, not to mention that I have to make up for the homework left off today, which is really not worthwhile.I got up in a hurry and told my mother that my stomach pain was gone and I could go to school for two classes.But my mother insisted on refusing to go out, saying that I had to have lunch before going out.And for lunch, it is the noodles that I don't like the most-my mother said that I can only eat this thing if my stomach is uncomfortable.

Oh my god!I have never played sick since then. Not long after, I seemed to be really sick: I couldn't sleep every day, and I was very energetic during the day.Seeing that the person lost weight day by day, but couldn't find out the reason, the doctor had to prescribe some tranquilizing medicine, all of which were traditional Chinese medicines.As a result, the house smelled of fried Chinese medicine all day long, and two casserole pots were overcooked.Pity me at such a young age, the kung fu of taking traditional Chinese medicine has been practiced.The brown, bitter liquid is enough to smell it, but I have to gulp it down sooner or later, and I feel quite tragic when I wipe my mouth after drinking it.The medicine prescribed by the doctor contains Coptis chinensis powder, which needs to be taken with a stutter. In the late 1970s, capsules were not available in the market, so I had to use a spoon to put it in my mouth.

Those yellow powders stuck in the mouth overwhelmingly, and melted on the tip of the tongue a little bit, it was really "bitter"!There is also a wild jujube seed in the medicine post. My father couldn't find it in various drugstores, so he rode a bicycle for several hours to the mountain villages in the suburbs of Beijing to inquire about it.Sometimes, he simply followed Yao Nong directly up the mountain to pick.As for my mother, she specially bought the "Barefoot Doctor's Handbook", which was very popular at the time. She memorized the pages about insomnia fluently, but my "disease" was still incurable, but she followed the instructions in other chapters of the book. With practice, father's beriberi has been cured for many years.

At that time, every time night fell, the whole family of three entered into a state of tension.Mom and Dad were worried that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep, so they kept an eye on my movements, so that I didn't even dare to turn over.They taught me to count, but as soon as I counted to three, I thought of San Mao, "How can a person grow exactly three hairs? It's better not to grow one at all." In this way, I thought of monks, and then Tang Seng, Monkey King, Monkey Mountain in the zoo, and don’t forget about the black bear who can bow. If you think about it all the way, there is no sleepiness.Obviously unable to fall asleep, but you have to close your eyes and pretend to be asleep. The whole family turned off the lights and didn't even let out the air. How miserable you are!

In the end, my grandmother, who had brought me up since childhood, was moved in as a rescuer.With a hearty nature, she never believed that a child like me would suffer from insomnia. Instead, she blamed her parents for being too cautious: "In the past, there were seven or eight children in a family who grew up carelessly. Now there is only one child, and I don't know what to do. Bring it. Tell Lanlan to go out to play more games, if you are tired from playing and can't sleep?" You said it’s interesting, since the night my grandma came, I have slept soundly every day, even if there are big plays outside, I won’t wake up.

Children who grow up in Beijing probably have the experience of "patronizing" Beijing Children's Hospital.The waiting room there left the deepest impression on me: babies in swaddling, toddlers, teenagers running back and forth to play even with a fever, .. the space is filled with the cries of children, the screams of nurses The sound of parents' consolation and reprimand, mixed with the smell of Lysol, was an unforgettable sight. It was a place I was afraid to go when I was a child, but now that I am an adult, I am still afraid.The steps that used to be wide and high in my eyes have become low and narrow, and one step can span two steps; the handrails of the corridors, which are used by countless children as slides, are bright and have probably been replaced.But the various voices of children and adults still converge into that familiar symphony, and the taste of Lysol is still strong.I deeply admire the medical staff at the Children's Hospital. They must have extraordinary love and patience to wait there day after day to heal the sick little lives.

However, if you go up the stairs and reach the third floor, the surroundings suddenly become quieter.Here is the ward. One day, a female director of a TV station approached me.Her daughter was recently admitted to the Children's Hospital. A young patient with leukemia who was dying of leukemia in the next bed asked to see "Aunt Yang Lan" when she learned that she worked in CCTV. The ward was lined up with small wooden beds, and those children, big and small, were hung with needles and wrapped in gauze, staring at me.I remember that when I was a child, due to my rapid growth, my legs and joints were painful, and the doctor suspected that I had bone cancer.The mother said that it was the first time she saw her strong father shed tears.It was just a false alarm, but these sick children in front of them have been confirmed to have cancer, and it is a blood cancer with a very high mortality rate.And what about the parents who sit by their beds holding up toys, comic books, and candy?

The girl who had always wanted to see me cried out in surprise.I handed her a few souvenirs from the TV station, nothing more than ballpoint pens, small pins and the like.She was very excited and proudly showed it to the other children, then took out the prepared notebook from under the pillow and asked me to write a few words to her. God knows how I hesitated!I don't know what to leave in her young life that is flying by.The girl said: "I have been receiving injections for a week, and I can't get out of bed, so when the kid next door is watching "Zhengda Variety Show", I can only listen."

I hurriedly said: "When you are discharged from the hospital, I will invite you to the studio to watch the live program, okay?" "Really? Aunt Yang, I'm obedient and I'm sure I'll be disciplined. All the nurses say I'm brave." As she spoke, she revealed two thin arms covered with needle holes and bruises.I stroked it gently, not knowing what to write.This girl is so optimistic and happy, but she should write me some words of encouragement. Finally, I wrote on the title page of that notebook: "Love you, my little angel!" Before I left the country, I went to that ward alone again.I brought two large tubs of ice cream, and the children scrambled for each other, and they ate very deliciously.But same bed with different kids.. I suddenly feel so lucky to be able to grow up healthy.Sometimes life is so fragile, and you flee in a hurry when you are not prepared.May these young souls be comforted in Heaven. When I return home, I should visit there again.