My hometown is west of the ancient city of Luoyang, a place called Qiantang Zhizhai. It only takes half an hour to get to our county by urban and rural bus, and then 20 minutes to get home by minibus.
But the door of my house is locked. Fortunately, I have the key. I opened the door and messed up some steamed buns and pickles from the kitchen. After eating and drinking, I lay down and watched the "Compendium of Materia Medica" while waiting for my parents to return. .
It may have been exhausted by the boat and car. I fell asleep after reading the book. I dreamed that I entered a medicinal material warehouse with a wide variety of medicinal materials. I was busy comparing these medicinal materials with the patterns in the book. The medicinal materials I have seen.
I was awakened by my sister, opened my eyes, it was already dark.
"Why don't you even say hello when you come back? Grandma is seriously ill, and my parents rushed to take care of my second uncle's house!" My sister explained while lighting up the fire and cooking.
I hurriedly asked: "Is grandma seriously ill? Has she been sent to the hospital for treatment by the doctor?"
The younger sister added water to the big iron pot and responded: "I have been sent to the town center hospital. The doctor said that my grandma is old and needs to stay in the hospital for observation. She is still waiting for you, the big doctor, to come back and treat her!"
After hearing this, I felt a little anxious, and hurriedly said, "I will call our director to ask for leave. I was in a hurry to come back this time, so I only took one day off!"
The younger sister said solemnly: "Brother no need, I'm joking with you! But grandma really wants to see you again!"
At that time, mobile phones had not yet become popular, so I had to go to the town to borrow a public phone and ask our director for leave. My sister asked me to call again tomorrow because the shop was closed in dark.
After dinner, I asked my sister about my grandmother's situation.
My sister introduced: "Grandma's illness is a chronic disease, high blood pressure plus stroke sequelae, which can't be cured. The doctor at the central hospital has already asked my uncle to prepare for grandma's funeral. I just hope that I can stay one day longer."
My grandmother was small in stature, but she was a strong rural woman. My grandfather died of illness when I just remembered. At that time, my three uncles and my aunt were still unmarried, and there was an accident when I was building the wedding house for my uncle, causing the same village. A middle-aged man died, his family was in debt, and his grandmother was still very tenacious. She allowed my third uncle to study in high school, and then sent him to work abroad. She owns a lot of cattle, sheep, and pigs. I followed my grandma to herding sheep when I was very young.
The second uncle’s family was not in Manling, and he became a door-to-door son-in-law when he got married.
Early the next morning, I had my sister’s breakfast, and I hurriedly packed my things, and went to town with my sister to take a bus to Mengjin. While waiting for the bus, I borrowed the commissary’s public phone and asked our director for leave.
Mengjin is next to the Yellow River, which is considered to be an ancient ferry. On the bus, I took out the "Compendium of Materia Medica" and continued to look through it.
An unshaven uncle next to him said: "The young man also went to Mengjin?"
I nodded in response, "Go to my relatives."
He read the ancient book I was reading again, and continued to ask: "Are you studying medicine?"
My sister knew that I love to study and was worried that it would affect me, so she answered for me: "My brother is already a college graduate and is now working as a doctor in Luoyang Mine Rescue Hospital!"
The passengers in the same car all showed envious expressions after hearing this, and the uncle also praised: "There is a future, but is your doctor not treating himself if he is sick?"
"Doctors are not autonomous." I explained that this is the rule of doctors, but this old rule has been gradually broken by the new generation of medical practitioners.
I couldn't answer, so I nodded.
The uncle was very talkative, so he yelled: "I heard that in the mountains of Shanxi, an old Taoist man has lived in seclusion. He is at least 150 years old this year. It has been reported on TV!"
I was also surprised when I heard that, there are not many people who can live to be 100 years old. I don't know how this old Taoist priest lived to be 150 years old. It's a pity that I didn't meet each other!
My grandmother is now supported by my second uncle. The second uncle's family is in Tonggu Town, Mengjin County. After getting off the bus, my sister and I went directly to the town center hospital.
I saw my eldest uncle in the ward, my second uncle, and my parents.
The grandmother was as thin as wood, lying on her sick chest with a drip, her eyes wide open, but she was not energetic.
I hurriedly greeted my uncle and my parents, and then checked my grandmother's condition.
My mother hurriedly said loudly to her grandmother: "The grandson you've been talking about has come to see you!"
Grandma understood her, her eyes glowed, and she tremblingly said to me: "I dreamt of your grandpa, and he said to pass his knife to you!"
After hearing this, the uncle responded: "Is it the broken hatchet at home? It has rusted a long time ago, and I am about to sell it as scrap!"
I hurriedly said: "Uncle, this broken knife is regarded as an old antique, and it is worthless to sell. Leave it to me to think about it."
Grandma trembled again and told her children: "It's time to get your father's coffin out. He has stayed enough in that cave!"
My uncles quickly agreed, and they said to me, "Can you help me when I move your grandfather's grave?"
Grandpa died suddenly and could not be buried immediately after death. He was placed in an abandoned cave dwelling in a small gully near his home. But when I thought of the eerie cave dwelling, I immediately refused.
The uncle didn't force it, but my parents started to complain about me.
It's not that I'm timid, but I'm scared by it.
On the way to the second uncle’s house after leaving the central hospital, my sister asked me why I refused to help my uncle move the grave for my grandfather.
I tell the truth. When I was very young, I was thrown by my parents to my grandma’s house and herding cattle and sheep with my grandma. These sheep are honest, but a calf is very naughty and likes to run around. I chased it and unknowingly came to the small valley where my grandfather was buried. At this time, it was already dark and the calf was gone. The uncle who came here after hearing the news asked me to look for my grandfather in the cave, and he followed the ravine to look for it.
The inside of the cave was pitch black and it was blocked by a bluestone slab. I stood in front of the slab, my legs trembled in fright, knowing that my grandfather was behind this bluestone slab.
Grandpa got throat cancer and was hungry alive. Before I died, I had my eyes sunken, skinny, and unsatisfied, with a bell in my mouth, lying in a dark coffin, I glanced into the coffin, and I will never forget it.
Although I have grown up and studied medicine, have dissected many corpses, and know that there are no ghosts in this world, I still dare not face my grandfather's coffin alone.
Because I only took one day off, I didn't stay much at my second uncle's house. After lunch, I went to the central hospital to say goodbye to my grandmother, asked my parents for living expenses, and drove back to Luoyang Hospital by car.
The old Ma who was in the car accident had already undergone the operation and was placed in the orthopedic ward. In order to figure out the word "shou" tattooed on his arm, I went to the orthopedic ward to see him.
Ma's daughter-in-law was slightly injured. His son was dark and fat. He was also a driver, but he drove an excavator.
When Ma saw me, he was a little confused. His wife hurriedly introduced me to be the doctor who saved him. Of course it was one. The old horse immediately cast a grateful look at me and asked me to sit down by the bed.
I deliberately inspected his arm for the infusion needle, and then asked, "Why is there a longevity tattoo on your arm?"
Lao Ma wanted to say something and stopped, I hurriedly said: "You don't need to mind, I just ask casually, but I heard that the word for birthday is more common in ancient dings, and it is also found in other things."
The wife of the old horse hurriedly explained: "My old horse is also trying to live a long life. My son has his partner's name tattooed on his arm. It's too tacky!"
The pony driving the excavator raised his arm and revealed the name "Zhang Manxia" stabbed with it.
However, the word "Shou" on Lao Ma's arm is a little different from the tattoo, and it seems to be branded. And his eyes regained their vitality, the black energy that had previously enveloped his head was gone, and the black eye sockets disappeared. (End of this chapter)