Chapter 11 9. An ant

1969.10 in the mountainous area of ​​Western Anhui, China It was just dawn, and the construction site of Niutoushan Reservoir was already busy.In the bitter autumn wind, many migrant workers were still shirtless. They worked in groups of two and carried stones up the dam with baskets.Little did they know that the hastily built reservoir would be washed out a year later during the rainy season and never restored.The stones they picked up like ants will be scattered in the ravines for more than ten miles along the water. One of the migrant workers was wearing glasses, had a slight limp on his left leg, and walked slowly. The carrying partner behind him deliberately moved the basket rope forward, and the carrying basket touched his back leg repeatedly, making him stagger even more.When passing in front of the captain, the man behind him reported loudly:

"Captain, this monster is lazy!" The captain reprimanded viciously: "Huangfu Youshan, accept the reform honestly!" Huangfu Youshan's black and thin face was expressionless, after listening to the captain's reprimand, he put his shoulders on his shoulders again.At this time, a middle-aged man grabbed the bar behind him and said with a smile: "I happen to have a lame left leg too, and we are a good match. Captain, let me teach this old ghost a lesson." A few minutes later, the team leader saw the lame man throwing down his basket and dragging Huangfu Youshan to the shack behind the mountain. The team leader shouted:

"Lame third, what are you doing?" The lame third said with a smile on his face, "I'm addicted to chess, let this counter-revolutionary play with the lame third. Captain, what are you afraid of? He's not a chick." The captain was red-faced. That day he was working in the shed with a chick, and the cripple bumped into him.He didn't dare to offend the prickly head of the red seedling, so he opened his mouth and didn't shout.The lame third came to the shack and ordered: "Bring your medicine kit here." Huangfu Youshan did so silently.The lame third said with a smile:

"Roll up your pants on your left leg and bandage them up. You are so brave, you want to cripple yourself to avoid transformation. I saw you injecting dirty water into your leg the day before yesterday, and rubbed some leaf powder and fine soil on it. .” There was a long wound on his left leg, the muscles were turned out, and it was slightly red and swollen.Huangfu Youshan shook his head calmly: "No, I'm doing an experiment." "What experiment?" "You won't understand even if you say it." This sentence aroused the curiosity of the lame third child, and he begged childishly: "Tell me, tell me, it's fine anyway, don't worry, as long as I'm here, they won't dare to call you to work."

Huangfu Youshan hesitated for a while before saying: "You once had an old sore on your left leg, and you took medicine several times and it didn't stop. One day you were stung by a leech in the paddy field, and you slapped it with the sole of your shoe, and the old sore was healed as a result." Yes. Is there any such thing?" "Yes, there is such a thing." "Tian Erwa in the village has a big boil on her buttocks. His father beat her up a few times when she made trouble that day, and the boil has healed, right?" "I don't know much about it. Maybe there is. What's the matter?"

"Everyone has a system to resist illness, called the immune system. It's just that after the invasion of external bacteria or viruses, the immune system's response is often slower, or the response level is lower, or they will not wait until the germs are completely eliminated. Then withdraw the troops and return to the camp. The method I want to experiment is to artificially stimulate this system, mobilize all the potentials in the human body, and use this method to cure diseases instead of taking medicine and injections." The lame youngest smiled and said, "That's a good idea, and saves money on medicine. Have you tried it?"

"Not yet, but it will be done. Look at my wound. After the first injection, it purged and closed. The immune system around the wound has been awakened. I sprinkled some dirty things yesterday, but it didn't continue to inflame. , proving that my stimulus is effective." The lame youngest said boldly: "Then just keep trying! In the future, just talk about what is useful to me, Brother Huangfu, I have no eyes, and I can see that you are a good and noble person at a glance. Dog bullying, it doesn't matter, one day you will be proud! What are you supposed to do, I'll go outside and watch out for you!"

The lame third limped out, and Huangfu Youshan took out his notepad under the recommendation of the pole, and hurriedly wrote down the test situation: "On October 15, 1969, a mixture of turpentine and castor oil was injected into the middle part of the quadriceps muscle of the left leg and one-half of the suture muscle. Six hours later, streaks and spiders appeared locally. Congestion, body temperature rises to 38.2°C, chills after 8 hours, body temperature is 39°C, 20 ml of pus is discharged after a week. Sewage is injected into the original port with sewage filtered through gauze, and probed into the wound cavity Sending garbage powder did not cause infection."

He thought for a while, and added two more sentences: "The dawn of victory has been seen. I will overthrow the theoretical cornerstone of Western medicine!" He stuffed the notepad under the quilt and walked out of the shack.The lame youngest was urinating on a sour jujube tree with his head up, humming Huangmei opera to himself.Looking at the construction site, the red flags and migrant workers all over the slope are like a group of ants running around aimlessly.He looked at them with pity, like God watching his flock, forgetting that he was also the humblest of them.He didn't return to reality until he heard the captain's vicious scolding.He called the lame third son, and merged into the busy ant colony.