one In Baojing County, Hunan Province, there is a small tomb on the bank of the river at a distance of Sanli Road along the lower reaches of the river.This grave is as small as an ordinary mound of earth. If it weren't for a small stele standing beside the mound with words on it, people would have no way of knowing that there is a person buried under it.It is said that it is a monument, but it is just a section of planed cypress.There are characters written with raw lacquer on the wood, and the characters do not remember the name and place of birth of the deceased, nor the name of the person who erected this section of wood.

The inscription is like this - Friends, you Laxian pass by here, whether it is evening or early morning, please lower your singing. There's a young friend under this mound The eternal sleep, his death is not very willing. This place is next to the high bank at the so-called corner, and the boat pullers had a hard time getting here.In order to make the loaded cargo ship move forward, all the people pulling the ship must crawl down at this place, stretch their hands and feet tightly, and shout "Yao Lao He Hei" and "Hey Lao He Hei" to make it work. The boat is moving forward.

Amid the yelling of some boatmen, and the rhythmic sound of some palms and helmsmen kicking their feet on the deck, the boat slowly swayed its huge body like an elephant, and separated the white ones. The foam climbed up the rapids. Didn't anyone tone down the song a little because of the half-obliterated writing on the block?No, it cannot be done.The singing can be heard in the morning and at night, except that the river is too big, flooding the towpath for tens of miles downstream, making it impossible for boats to move, this singing can be heard every day!Because of this singing, people who live a little upstream have all kinds of exquisite benefits and all kinds of civilization.With his power, these singers have imported all the civilization of the new age into this half-civilized town.Gentlemen living in the city and their wives can often wrap their bodies in silk, apply spices to their faces, eat canned fresh abalone and mandarin oranges, and have exquisite Western-style furniture. They are so useless and worthless. Yes, rotten, drawn forever from the supply of inexhaustible power.

This is roughly what it was like when there were boats walking on the river thousands of years ago.This singing is just a moan of excessive force.It's a sigh.It's whining.But it has become a very familiar tone, which can be heard in severe winter and hot weather, it is so common. There will not be any sorrow for this song among the crowd, no.Melting groans, sighs, wailings, and fatigue and cutting-like pain into the simplest repeated three-number words, on the other hand, if it is meaningful, the meaning will never exceed that of a scholar. The meaning of the familiar "fisherman's song is better than two lines of frog drum".But on my own side, it seems that it has become a useful beat, singing and shouting, and the strength of cattle and horses can be found in the torso of these friends who have human bodies, so local cultures follow suit. Arriving at this only waterway, the traffic has improved day by day.

The young man who slept three feet below the high bank was obviously very quiet, his soul had already left here, and he was not afraid that these people would sing and pant heavily on his head.This section of cypress wood seems to be empty. When one dies, one puts aside everything in this world, the anguish, love and hatred of one's life, and puts one's hands aside, closes one's eyes peacefully and sleeps with the loess as a pillow.If the person who stretched the cypress tree in Hitachi was a stretcher, maybe he would have written this inscription like this: Underground young people, I don’t feel sorry for you!

Now that you have been lying down for a long time, you should forget about hunger and fatigue. Who can say that there will be a day when the boat will sail on this river without many dirty men's backs?There is such a river here, and there are many natural beaches, which have already sealed the fate of many people in this place.On this grave, those who come and go for many years are all hungry and tired to spend every day, and when the last bit of strength in their bones is exhausted, then this kind of people can get the same death as princes and generals. a generous gift.Obtaining this earlier can be said to be an inappropriate desire for happiness in myself, so don't worry about it.

However, it can still be said that it is a kind of extravagant waste of life to destroy a strong and promising body to an unexpected accident.This young friend who died prematurely changed the life of another living person as a result of squandering his life. two I would like to ask: When you lived in Fenghuang County, did you know a surgeon named Mr. Nuoshou?This person's surname is Wu and his first name is Wu Chengjie, but others only call him Mr. Nuoshou. It's good to know.I also think that anyone who has stayed in that place for a year or so must know the doctor's house on the ridge of the cave with the "Family Heirloom Prescription" hanging in front of the door.

This is another pharmacy, and Mr. Nuoshou is the shopkeeper of this pharmacy, leaning against the old hardwood long cabinet with peeling paint every day, playing with his cat.That is, you don’t need to buy medicine to see a doctor, as long as you pass here once, you can pay your respects to this gentleman. With flowering, slightly shining, round, long, and medicine altars of various sizes as the background, Mr. Nuoshou often sits in the cabinet like an arhat.Even if this appearance is given to anyone who is careless, it is not easy to lose this passing impression. Judging from the signboard of the pharmacy and the text of the "Family Handed down Divine Prescription", we can estimate that the age of this pharmacy may be twice as old as the shopkeeper. Mr. Nuoshou is forty-seven , at least this pharmacy is approaching its 90th anniversary.The business of any local old pharmacy will never be extremely sluggish. Just look at another Yishoutang pharmacy that opened a shop in the East Gate, and you can fully understand it.What's more, the owner of the pharmacy is a well-known surgeon in the county, so the business of this shop, needless to say, is very prosperous.

But now it's closed, closed down. It's not losing money, nor is it going out of business due to business depression.It's just that the shop cabinet boards in the store are no longer full.If the plank is not enough, those who pass there can only see the four characters "Open Zhang Junfa" on the red paper and golden ground on the plank for the New Year. I looked disappointed. It must be that the person on the front of the house is dead, and this is not the case.Death is the death of a person, not the head of the family, Mr. Nuoshou.Mr. Nuoshou is still alive, but he used to be "well alive", but now he can be said to be "still alive", but it seems that he is not "well".Although people who passed through the cave well at the south gate will no longer see this good doctor with a round face, broad forehead, double chin and tall figure.But I heard that if you want to find him, you can go to the Yuhuang Pavilion, where the monks ring the bell, and you can easily meet Mr. Nuoshou.At first glance, the face is completely out of shape, but you can still recognize the doctor from the sparse eyebrows and chin.He is here to cry casually, like a child.Mr. Nuoshou did not die, but his only son.

Older people often eat their tears for food, so what kind of life is that?However, the situation of losing a child in middle age is inevitable.The time for this son's death was too inappropriate, and he should not have died at this time.If you die earlier, then Mr. Nuoshou can find another companion to see if Mr. Nuoshou can raise two sons; it will be even better if you die later when this old man returns to the soil.Die at the wrong time, it is almost two people died at the same time.Because of the death of his son, Mr. Nuoshou died at least half of himself.This is one of the most unfortunate things.But it is impossible.When a person wants to die, he dies. If a dead person never thought of dying before he was alive, he will never worry about his living father after death.

After the father got the news of his son's death, he took off the plaque in front of the gate, closed the plank, and went to the Yuhuang Pavilion, an old monk who was familiar with him, to suppress the sky and weep. His sorrow ruined the old man. Everyone pities him.But how can the "poor" matter be worth the benefits of a son?Some people don't even want any other benefits for the sake of their children.Mr. Nuoshou didn't think of asking for pity to live every day of the second half of his life.He just hated him and abused him. If he could take that son back from the hands of death, he would be willing.If he dies, he can bring his son back to life, and he is willing.In short, he believes that his son has the right to live in this world, and if he wants to die, he can only die like an old man. Now his son has died first, so this is a great tragedy. The Yuhuang Pavilion has the so-called meridian bell. Every day and night, there are monks beating the bell, and the bell is encrypted at 2 o'clock in the middle of the afternoon. On the four sides of the bell tower, there are all the spiritual plaques of those locals who died in foreign lands and lost their souls. , the place is prepared for lonely souls and wild ghosts.After Mr. Nuoshou killed his son, he became a person similar to a lonely ghost, so he felt very appropriate to come here.Coming here makes me feel better.Things that happen unexpectedly should be attributed to fate, Mr. Nuoshou's fate is so bad.There is "good retribution" for doing good deeds, which is just to encourage people who don't want to do good deeds but have a lot of money to do good deeds from "good retribution". , and the result was like this, but he didn't blame others. Even though the pharmacy was closed, the business ceased, people fled to the Yuhuang Pavilion to be neighbors of lonely ghosts and wild ghosts, and spent their days crying under the long ringing of bells, they still couldn't refuse the so-called good things.A person in the city knows that Mr. Nuoshou's son was injured in a fight with others, or when he was playing with a horse or riding stilts, he accidentally fell, twisted his waist, broke his skin, and even injured his kneecap when he went up the stairs. Come ask him for help.During the day, if there is no shadow of Mr. Nuoshou at home, I go to Yuhuang Pavilion to look for him.This old man, seeing the mother of a child come to this place with a snot and tearful child, even in his grief, never refuses the visitor's request.On the one hand, he is nostalgic for his son who has been buried in a foreign land like a madman, and on the other hand, he comes to see a doctor and apply medicine for others.Originally, in normal seasons, Mr. Nuoshou was not necessarily responsible for rewarding others. Recently, if someone had to try to prepare financial gifts because of embarrassment, Mr. Nuoshou sighed.He said, "Oh, there's no need for this. I can't find any use for it. Take this thing back, and give it back to those who don't send money to the shop. If you have more, just give it to the poor." Gifts are never wanted. Knowing that Mr. Nuoshou is suffering from Xihe's pain, and because the patient at home could not be diagnosed unless Mr. Nuoshou came to see him in person, the master always has many gifts and personally brings his servants to the Yuhuang Pavilion to invite him tactfully, and at the same time present the gifts to him. .The result is of course that they come on time, but the presents are really useless, and they are not wanted at all. The old man did not forget his ability in his grief, he could always have very good results in treating other people's ailments, but he couldn't heal his own ailments. Because he didn't accept gifts for medical consultation at all, people who knew him in the city felt that he was really a good person, and all the sympathy seemed to be more than before. I mentioned this, and it was not what Mr. Nuoshou wanted! Mercy from others, though not necessarily less generous than a gift, is actually less useful than a gift.Mr. Nuoshou didn't come to treat people's diseases and administer medicines because people would call him a "good man", just as he didn't let his son die because people didn't want pity for him.People are naturally good-natured, but their son died unexpectedly; during this period, let alone the existence of fate, it was impossible for him.If there is no fate, the son will never die.Death is an unreasonable death, and because of this, he cannot resist the burden of sorrow imposed on him by fate, so Mr. Nuoshou can only grieve as much as he can. When I met any mother who led her crying son to the outside of the Yuhuang Pavilion and stuck his head through the door to visit Mr. Nuoshou, even if the old man was crying tears of hopelessness and helplessness, Will stand up instantly. "Uncle Nuoshou, this kid cut off his hand again, told him not to split sugar cane and didn't believe me, look," so the mother who said these words must still pretend to be very annoyed at the kid's naughtiness, and come to work again after something happened Mr. Nuoshou looked very embarrassed, and patted the child lightly twice.At this time, the child wanted to be comforted, but was still crying. After this beating, of course he cried again. "Forget it, forget it, children are like this. Where is it? Let me see." So Mr. Nuoshou accompanied the child to sit on the stone bench in front of the hall, checked the child's wound, and went to the kitchen of Yuhuang Pavilion Go find water to wash the wound, apply some powdered medicine or something, and tell a few jokes with the child.When a child is injured in a fight, discuss with the child how to use one's foot to put another's foot in a fight. If the child is injured by splitting sugar cane, study with the child how to use a knife until the child said with a smile: " Nuo Shoubo is an expert in everything." After the mother had enough time to see her, she took the child away.Mr. Nuoshou stood alone in this courtyard and lost his mind. "Oh, old friend, don't be like this!" The old monk knew that Mr. Nuoshou, who was outside, couldn't bear the sadness to see other children, so he shouted inside. "Come on, let's play a game of chess." "I said, if you are like this, don't treat their children." "It can't be done. Look at how pitiful they are. Mothers and children need my two hands to comfort them. How can I say I won't do it?" Talking to the monk who asked him to ignore the patient, thinking of the compassion of the Buddha, he felt that his temper would not retreat, so he stopped talking and thought about playing chess.Seeing that he had nothing to say, Mr. Nuoshou unreasonably recalled what he had joked with the child to recall. Fighting and being naughty is an unreasonable thing, which he himself experienced when he was young.When the son grows up, the son goes outside to fight with others every day to show himself.The son was fighting with others outside, and there was nothing the discipline could do.Or the son was beaten to bleed, and when he came home, he cried for medicine, and when the medicine was delivered, he smiled and said that he wanted his father to teach him a fist or two to take revenge. How could this troublesome thing happen again at this time?Injured someone else's child, come home to talk about it, I am embarrassed to say it, but when the father explained that the father had given the injured person the wounded person, and made peace for him, the son's ashamed and grateful look, I can't see you at this time.She lied in front of her father, didn't go to school, and didn't have any more.It has been a long time since I walked beside my father and read my own poems to my father.After leaving my father, I sent it back to Yeshan Qilai from Sichuan. I lied to my father that it was picked from Mount Emei. I didn’t say it was picked up until my father knew it was a fake. This naive lie can’t be repeated at this time. heard it.After this, who can send this medicine?When the son dies, everything is over.nothing.The son brought all the joy of being a father, as well as a little temper, to the soil. Healing other people's sons, when performing operations, and when telling jokes to these naughty children to make these naughty children happy, Mr. Nuoshou seems to be a little better.But as soon as another child turned into a crying face, the father or mother didn't understand Mr. Nuoshou at all, and hurriedly took the child home from Mr. Nuoshou. In normal times, Mr. Nuoshou is often laughed at by people as the kind of "pedantic and stupid" bachelor who doesn't remarry after his wife dies.After losing his wife, he no longer remarries, but only raises this orphaned child to prolong his life. Many people say that this man's righteousness is close to nonsense.First, people persuaded him, saying that since a doctor is not old, and he is lonely without a woman in his family, and the housework must be taken care of, it is not a crime to find a similar woman to fill in the house.At that time, he always said that there was nothing to worry about.On the one hand, he politely thanked the person who helped him, on the other hand he said that he was a medical practitioner, and it was more convenient for a single man. "Then when your wife is in season, someone knocks on your door in the middle of the night to ask you to get up, and I have never heard of your woman hugging you so that you are not allowed to get up." As soon as such words came out, the honest man was embarrassed. Others said: "Doctor, you can be casual, don't be too stubborn." Hearing people say such things, it is obviously indisputable, so the doctor can only say "Slowly discuss, what are you busy with?" Divert the conversation. Persuading the doctor to continue his marriage is not a self-interested person who is greedy for the doctor's well-off and wants to choose a suitable woman from among his relatives for the doctor to marry this family for his own sake.But the doctor didn't suspect these things.The reason why he didn't remarry before the age of 30 was because he remembered what his wife said to treat the four-year-old son well when she was dying.The doctor has seen many, many step-wives treat their ex-wife's sons badly, and is afraid that the son will suffer when a new man enters the door.When the second wife gives birth to another child, no one will care about the child. For this matter, when people talk about the benefits of the continuation, no matter how sweet the words are, they have to refuse them all.After the age of thirty, they thought it would be better for their son to ask for a wife in a few years, so they were even more reluctant to find a stepmother for their son. By now, the doctor has become a real bachelor.If the doctor can still remember the old words of refusing people when he was persuaded to remarry in the past, saying that it is more convenient for a single man to practice medicine by himself, it will only be more sad!Today's doctors seem to be inconvenient to kill their sons.In the past, all my heart seemed to be stored in my son’s chest, and I did everything only for my son. Eating one more bowl of rice was for my son’s joy, and eating one less bowl of rice was for my son’s savings. Now my son is no longer in this world. I don't know where to put this heart.If it was spring in the past, now it has come to the desolate late autumn, and this autumn will always be the only one in the future. At this time, are you still thinking about finding another child from a woman? No.The doctor himself felt that he was approaching fifty years old, useless, and would die in vain sooner or later, even if there were children, he would no longer see this child playing mischief in front of him. With the son here, the doctor really thought that even though he was 60 years old, he still had the heart of a 40-year-old, because the establishment of the son made the doctor forget the meaning of time on people.It's all over now.Now it seems that he is seventy years old, adding the age of his son to himself. If he could accompany his son to die, Mr. Nuoshou would also be willing.At this time, it is half dead and half alive. People also said, "Although the old man is sad, he will recover after a while", which only made him suffer more.Will it be better after a while?There never will be! Sorrow is something that is central to people, like poisoning.There are some youths who are full of vigor who don't know what's going on. This can be proved by many examples. Even if it is unavoidable to be poisoned for a while, the resistance is extremely strong, and it will recover after a while.Some people say that most of the crazy things are unique to young people, and the source of this madness is enough to cause too much sadness and too much melancholy.However, young people can go mad due to poisoning, have a high fever, and the blood rushes in the tubes. After a while, people return to their normal state.When the old man came to Zongyang Yangruo, he didn't show the slightest signs of being poisoned, but the inside of his body was eroded by sorrow, and his spirit was hit hard by the stimulation. There was no trace on the surface, and the center was completely empty.Elderly people are emotionally poisoned, they don't go crazy, and they don't show symptoms, but they will be depressed and depressed from then on, and there is no cure for it. The doctor is getting old and can no longer go crazy, so although when he first got the news of his son's death, he was like the young man suffering from sorrow, crying and screaming, but this was the first month.After a while, it was as good as what others said. He no longer went to cry under the big bell of Yuhuang Pavilion. He just sits at home and spends every day of depression, and the helper eats the meal as soon as it is opened. Outside of eating, no one understands what is going on in this old man's mind. The doctor's spirit was spent in this latent pain.Let a kind of melancholy brought on by memories gnaw at this decayed heart every day, and I don't know when it will end.He himself calculated in this way that one day his heart would be gnawed by this little bug, so he suddenly let go and died, and everything was over. By the time the doctor returned home repeatedly, business matters got busy again.Just as people with good intentions do not let doctors sit at home and sigh for themselves, there are always many cases of asking doctors for help every day. Going to other people's homes, unintentionally drinking the freshly made Yuqian tea in the gaiwan, not talking.Or just talk to children, that's fine, at least temporarily you can get a little comfort.When it came time for his master to use what seemed to be sympathy for the man who died in the water of a foreign land, Mr. Nuoshou was about to shed tears again.He doesn't want people to mention this, but people always talk to him about it without understanding it.This is thought to be a good intention, and it only increases the doctor's misery, but everything that increases Mr. Nuoshou's pain, others really think that he is better with the doctor. three Mr. Nuoshou opened the door of the shop again, three months later. Still so in a kind of background of pots and jars, we can see the doctor's face.Those who come to see a doctor who are poor or pretend to have forgotten to bring the money for the medicine will still have to be donated by the doctor, and the doctor doesn't care about it at all. The doctor seemed a little different.It's not thin, it's not old, it's just that the look has changed. In terms of taking care of business or taking care of patients, the doctor's smiling face is still the same as before.But this smile is not a laugh to heaven.If a person can notice this face a little bit, he can't bear to see the doctor's smiling face like this again.But people say that the doctor has completely forgotten about his son, thinking that the doctor will never feel sad about his son, and it is as if the doctor came to this world to treat diseases and deliver medicines for children like them.The selfishness of human beings is of course the same everywhere. They have actually given Mr. Nuoshou the reputation of being a "good guy", which can be regarded as a rare kind of generosity! One day, when it was getting dark, the woods on the slope behind the street had already heard the sound of crows yelling back to the forest. Mr. Nuoshou suddenly remembered something, and suddenly had to go to the Yuhuang Pavilion again. "Sir, don't be afraid of the rain." This dwarf who has been a helper for seven years means that Mr. Nuoshou can get it at home if he wants it. "It doesn't matter. It won't." After speaking, he stopped making a sound, and walked towards Yuhuang Pavilion in a long way. The old monk was beating the wooden fish and reciting the Sutra of Dispelling Food.At this time, the ever-burning lamps in the Buddhist hall have gradually gained power.The lamp cast some emerald green light to illuminate the Buddhist hall like a tomb.Everything seen from this dim light is gloomy and terrifying.The monk is used to this, and Mr. Nuoshou is not a person who is afraid of ghosts. The two of them are in this hall with these countless Buddhas. This old monk originally thought that chanting scriptures was not more useful than talking.Chanting scriptures is not so much about bliss, as it is about getting rid of loneliness when there is no one to talk to.Although he has been a monk for twenty years, the love of an ordinary person can be found in this master. (However, he does not lack the benefits of being an abbot.) The happy friend of Mr. Shou has also become the happy teacher of many people.Mr. Nuoshou got along well with the old monk because this monk is not completely like a monk. He doesn't talk about cause and effect when he sees people, and he doesn't persuade people to recite Buddha when he sees people. The most important thing about this monk is that he is not hypocritical. And no snobby eyes.Moreover, this monk can make all kinds of vegetables, so it can be said that he is an eminent monk who understands taste! When the monk saw the doctor coming, the wooden fish stopped. "Hey, I always thought you were in the country!" "Where am I in the mood to go to the countryside to play?" Mr. Nuoshou who was speaking sat on the kneeling futon, hugged his knees and just shook his head. "Can't you let go?" In fact, the monk himself has many things that he can't let go of. He often thought of this man who died in a foreign land.He had been the young man's foster father for eleven years.When the young man was alive, the monk taught him to read and write poems. Afterwards, the young man left this place. Every time he wrote a letter to his father, he never forgot to greet his father.In this way, it should really be said to be "the end of fate"!Although he believed that the deceased had reached the western heaven safely after reciting the three menstruations, but if he could be resurrected after one year of reciting the menstruation, then this old monk thought it was reasonable to stay in the world for a while and not to go to the west! Seeing that the doctor didn't speak, the monk knew that the grief had not killed him, so he said, "I should be happier." "I'm trying my best to find some happiness, but I can't!" "Seeing how long you haven't come, I thought you were invited to the countryside for some reason. I don't know what's going on these days, and my mind is in a trance. It's really hard to be old." "I would like to invite you to come and do a dojo for him. You can choose a day." "Okay, let's go back and look through the almanac." The two of them discussed various uses in front of these Buddhas.Incense, candles, yellow table paper, and firecrackers are the five offerings. The monks are not afraid of being angry with the Buddha in front of them, so they only pay for frugality.The doctor said it was too little, but the monk said it would never be too little.What the doctor meant was to make a scene for the dead man, so it wouldn't be too much to make all the arrangements, but the monk denied this. The monk said, "In-laws, this is really useless. It's better to spend more money, monk. I, a monk, don't want you to waste time on this ritual!" "That looks too ugly from the outside!" "Is this something for people to see?" The monk was quite dissatisfied with this remark. Doctors mean to show people.From the joy of human beings, he thinks that he can also comfort his helpless heart, which is his original intention to be a Taoist.If it is said that it is for the dead, it is for the sinful dead. My son is not a bad person. After he dies, he will naturally go to the west! As a result, according to the doctor’s opinion, we had to add some tricks, such as water and land burning sky wax, etc. If another monk did this, Mr. Nuoshou’s pepper would cost at least five catties and six catties.” A family surnamed Huang was in a big funeral," said the monk, "that time, he used 20 catties of ground pepper, and in the end there was no pepper in plain noodles." Just as we were talking about the fun of using pepper, I suddenly heard a person yelling in from outside the mountain gate.Turning around the Wei Tuo Hall, the voice became clearer. "Mr. Nuoshou, Mr. Nuoshou,..." A woman rushed into the hall angrily.It was obvious that Mr. Nuoshou had just stood up in front of her, but this nurse-like woman asked the monk if Mr. Nuoshou was here, as if she had never seen the doctor. "Let me ask you, what's the matter?" Seeing that the woman was going crazy, the doctor pinched her arm and asked her. "Oh, my God! He   leaning on the stool   pong pay  a certain ば洗流护*" What's going on? " "Help, help, go, go!" The doctor staggered and dragged the woman out of the Jade Emperor Pavilion.If many people didn't recognize this as Mr. Nuoshou, it would be a news joke for such a young woman to drag such a middle-aged man out of the temple in such a hurry, fearing that he would run away! When the doctor was on the street, he also noticed that this was really ugly, so he asked where and what kind of pain it was, and asked the woman to go to the cave to get a knife and a medicine bottle first. "Mr. Nuoshou, hurry up! I'm afraid we won't be able to make it in time!" The woman left with snot and tears streaming down her face.The doctor just laughed when he saw this situation.He often went to other people's homes just because of people's urging, but in the end it was nothing more than a minor ailment such as nose bleeding. However, the doctor still went to the street with the same name as the woman had told him, as busy as an exile. Other people's sons are so concerned, but their own sons can't see each other, and they are drowned in water.When the doctor's son died, was there any local person who cared so much?On the doctor's part, the only good the natives could do to the good man was trouble.That's all the doctor has in his sorrow.Precisely because he is too casual and doesn't pay attention to ostentation, like a doctor on duty in a county town.You can be there whenever you want, and most people don't let go of this right.No one can say that Mr. Nuoshou came to practice medicine in this place only after they had a son, but whoever has pain always remembers this tolerance.Moreover, because of Mr. Nuoshou's prescription, which is divine and simple, some parents are negligent and let their sons play with knives and fight.When can a doctor forget?Unless everyone is not sick, we can know this from many people.After the death of the doctor's son, the people who came to see the doctor or mourn the doctor were not the kind of people whose children were safe from disasters!If the children in the family are not sick, they know not to trouble the doctor. The doctor had already arrived at the home designated by the woman. When some people saw Mr. Nuoshou coming panting, they didn't say please sit down. lead him to the patient's bedside. When the mother saw that the doctor had come, she looked at the doctor with anxious eyes that had been weeping and were already shapeless. "Oh, Uncle Nuoshou is here!" "Where did it become like this?" "They went to play somewhere called..." The mother couldn't tell either. It was another woman who came to talk to the doctor, and then realized that it was the nanny who went to the Yuhuang Pavilion just now, who took the child to the camp to play after eating. After escaping and walking to the bridge, the nurse heard a croak soon after, and when she looked back, the child was gone. When she went to the bridge again, the children under the bridge were convulsing and curling up into a pile.People are already fainted.Sucking him and pinching him, he didn't know how long it took before he cried.So I took it home.So I thought of Mr. Nuoshou. The child is only four years old, and I don't know what happened to the fall.When I got home, I neither cried nor yelled. I just closed my eyes tightly and neighed like a kitten.The doctor was very sympathetic and went to the bedside to massage the whole body of the child. After a while, the nurse brought all the utensils from the doctor's house, and the doctor began to roll up his sleeves to the elbows and pour the medicine for the child.On the one hand, he comforted the family and said that it was all right. About ten minutes after the medicine was poured down, the child suddenly croaked and cried.Not to mention, he cried for a very long time, the doctor put his two fat hands together, and said it was a faint of breath, since he could yell loudly, he could tell from the sound that his internal organs were not injured, so it was fine. The doctor looked at the nurse, and when he saw the nurse standing aside, he just bowed. "Be careful in the future. Children are difficult to take care of, and accidents will happen if you interrupt your eyes." The nurse, because of the doctor's fault for her, not only made up for the child, but also used words to make up for the master. , indicating that this mistake was inevitable, he looked at the doctor very gratefully, and tears of gratitude flowed from his eyes. The child also moved while crying.The doctor took off the child's clothes and inspected all over the body, and saw a little skin scratch on the wrist outside, and the buttocks turned blue. "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. The child's life is too big. Fortunately, he didn't fall to the ground. From what I see, it seems that he jumped on purpose, because the place is too high, so he broke the air." The nurse is in her heart, but she admires the doctor very much.It was the nanny who saw the child jump off the bridge!When they played, they thought they would jump to the second-level stone section. Who knew that the child was so overwhelmed that he thought the nurse encouraged him to jump from the top. next jump.When the nurse heard a blunt sound, the child had already curled up in a pile and passed out just as the other woman said. When the master saw that the child was not in serious danger, and saw that the doctor looked very calm, he remembered to ask the girl to scoop up water for the doctor to wash his hands, and then remembered to bring out cigarettes and tea. Big spots of sweat from the doctor's brisk walk were still sticking to his forehead, and he wiped it with his sleeve before the water for washing his hands came.Everyone in this family, except for the girl who went to the kitchen to pour water, saw Mr. Nuoshou sweating profusely on his forehead and pulling his sleeves to wipe the sweat, which was funny. Four Mr. Nuoshou died.The father died in order not to let his son be lonely in the ground alone, and also to be lonely while he was alive. He could not bring his son back to life, so he finally died. Death is sudden, as most people say, for no reason, but it is really dead. From now on, whenever a child from someone's family knocked his head or cut his skin, and others thought of stopping the pain and bleeding, the parents would sigh and say, "Uncle Nuoshou is dead, it would be nice if he was here." That's it. Come to think of this man. It is true that the death of the doctor was an inconvenience to many people. First work in 1928