#头条创作挑战赛#
Past events in Sichuan:
Dr. Xiao Liu
Sun Xiaofen
The Sichuan Office of the Tibet Military Region (Sichuan Office) was my first home when I was 10 years old. Here, I experienced an unforgettable time with my parents and sisters. I would like to deeply recall every corner there, to discover the unusual love and kindness of the special era, and to make the course of life full of warmth and touching.
It was the summer vacation of sixth grade, the weather was hot and humid, and I was suffering from dermatitis and infection. As the scorching afternoon sun made my head sag, I squinted and followed the shade of the trees under the wall to the outpatient department to change dressings. Suddenly, my hair was caught by something, and when I looked up, I saw a bunch of branches with small purple flowers sticking out of the wall, so charming in the sun. I couldn't help but reach out to pick it, and when I pulled it hard, the branch broke, and I staggered a few steps backwards and collided with the passers-by. When I stood up, I saw that it was a young soldier, and I looked at her embarrassedly, and she smiled at me and turned away. Looking at her back, she was thin and short, and she was in a military uniform and had a tangible spirit. We walked into the outpatient department one after the other, and when I changed my medicine and walked out of the treatment room, I immediately recognized the doctor in the white coat in the opposite consultation room as the female soldier who had helped me just now. When I inquired, her name was Liu Keying, and she graduated from Chongqing Medical College and was assigned to the outpatient department of the Sichuan Office, and everyone called her "Dr. Xiao Liu".
At that time, from the nursery school to the Bayi School, I had been living in a group, sleeping in a large dormitory, eating a big pot of rice, wearing the same clothes, and receiving the same education. Aside from the knowledge of books and the content of the teacher, the limitations of the environment in which I grew up made me ignorant of the outside world. I only pay attention to the small things of eating, dressing and having fun in front of me, and I will salivate when I see my classmates sick and eat a bowl of hot noodles with an egg in it. I am envious of anyone whose parents come back from Tibet and buy them a beautiful dress or a fruit snack. The narrowness of the horizon and the magnification of everything they see are rare and strange.
With the development of the activity of "learning from Lei Feng", the spirit of hard work and simplicity of "three years of the new year, three years of the old, and another three years of sewing and mending" is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. When my mother was transferred back to Chengdu, she saw that the pockets of our clothes were full of rat bites, and our pants were either rolled up or hung on our ankles, so she took us to make clothes. Wearing new clothes, I can't get back the mood I was looking forward to, but I feel very uncomfortable, I can't wear it out, it seems that the older the clothes, the closer to the hero, and even patching is the most beautiful look of thrift. The cognitive flaw led me to confuse form with content.
When I go home every weekend, I walk into the Sichuan Office compound and feel very kind when I see my uncles and aunts in military uniforms. Only Dr. Xiao Liu changed into fancy casual clothes on weekends, and the abruptness of "a little red in the green bushes" made me feel dazzling.
When I came home one weekend, I saw her wearing a Chinese-style blouse with white flowers on a blue background to highlight her figure, and immediately remembered that my mother had recently bought a quilt of the same color for us to sew at the service agency. This is hard and simple, and it is obviously bourgeois ideology that is doing the trick. So, the sense of justice was bursting, and he shouted loudly at her that Bayi School often talked about it: "Ten goblins, stir-fry vegetables in lard, fry goblins first, and then fry monsters." "Foreign stocks, a penny, if you have money, you don't buy foreign stocks...." Then he spit and ran away. Later, as long as I saw her dressed in civilian clothes and spotless black leather shoes, I would associate her with the demonic "Miss Alain" in the movie "Heroes and Tiger Courage", and the beautiful and cunning female spy "Wang Manli" codenamed 99 in "Railway Guard".
In the blink of an eye, when I went to middle school, the stormy movement swept in, my father was beaten, and we became "capitalist children". Cloudy, confused and confused, he hides in the words of his father's bookcase and the complicated books in his father's bookcase every day, living in his own world.
One day, my father came back from work and told my sister and I that tomorrow the Sichuan Office would organize a three-day "rural farming activity", saying that this was a rare opportunity to "go through the wind and rain and see the world". Early the next morning, I followed my father to gather at the gate of the Sichuan Office, climbed into a big truck and drove to the suburbs.
For three days in a row, the rice was harvested, bundled, and transported under the scorching sun. His face was exposed to the skin, his hands and arms were scarred by the rice mang, and he went out early and returned late, exhausted. At the end of the last day's work, when I came home in the evening, my father developed a high fever, severe headache and muscle and joint pain all over his body.
We hurriedly went to the outpatient department to ask the doctor to visit us, and the attendant looked at us with disdain and said, "We went to the wrong door, and we don't see a doctor here." "The disdainful gaze, the sarcastic language, my heart was torn to the ground, but I could only bear it silently. With apprehension and hope for luck, I plucked up the courage to seek help from other doctors, but no one was willing to go to the clinic. Sad and disappointed, we ran home and pinned our last hope on our mother. She was silent for a moment, then picked up the phone and called the duty room of the Sichuan Office, asking for a car to take her father to the hospital, but her mother's request was flatly refused.
This unexpected result gave me a blow to the head, and for the first time I felt what it means to be "blank in my mind", and I wanted to cry without tears in a trance. Only my mother decisively brought us back to reality, and taught us to soak the towel in cold water with her experience in battlefield rescue, and alternately apply cold compresses to my father's forehead, neck, and armpits to cool him down. After countless rounds of cold compresses and long waits, the high fever still did not subside, and there were convulsions. We all turned our eyes to our mother, who calmly and persistently asked us to continue the cold compress. I know that this is the last stubbornness of my mother.
The dark night, gnawing at people's hearts, fills me with fear. What is more frightening than the night is the unknown of my father's condition. Looking at his father who was hot and sleeping, his rapid breathing and faint moaning were painful and tormented every minute and second.
"Tuk, tuk, tuk", there was a low knock on the door in the silent night sky, who would come in the middle of the night? The knock on the door sounded again, we became alert, my mother got up and went out to open the door, and her trembling voice came from outside the door: "Thank you... Thank... You!" "Thank you... You!"Really... Too... Thank you!" I hurriedly ran out to find out, and through the faint light, I saw that familiar face that I didn't like, and was reassuring my mother with concern, I was extremely surprised, and confirmed that it was her, Dr. Xiao Liu! She was wearing a white coat and carrying the medical box on her shoulder. At that moment, I was wrapped in unexpected emotion and hope, a stream of heat surged all over my body, my throat choked, and I looked at her stupidly.
She patted me on the shoulder, motioned for me to take her to my father's bed, leaned over and asked, "Commissar, what's wrong?" These days, apart from the "revolutionaries" who rush into our home at any time, shouting my father's name with great vigour, and pulling him to criticize him, how can anyone ever dare to come here? How could anyone ever call him that! Those who used to make me look up and chase after my ass and shout Uncle X, Aunt X, and Teacher X, when I witnessed my father, Uncle Zhou, Uncle Fang, and Uncle Dong being ruthlessly besieged by arrogance and being bent down and frantically criticized, that respect and intimacy have long been wiped out. I saw the callousness between people, and I saw another face behind some people. Just when others were afraid of being implicated and became strangers, just when we were rejected for medical treatment and lonely and helpless, the unexpected arrival of Dr. Xiao Liu was tantamount to detonating a bomb in my chest, a violent shock, a strong impact, and suddenly all the grievances, grievances, loneliness, and pain that had accumulated for a long time burst out together, and I could no longer restrain myself, rushed into the toilet and turned on the faucet, drowning my crying in the rushing water.....
Early in the morning, when I was awakened from my deep sleep by the sound of talking, Dr. Liu came to draw blood for my father. Warm sunlight poured in from the window, filling the house with warmth. Her busy figure and kind words soothed my wounded heart.
Soon, my father was diagnosed with "leptospira infection". When I heard the name of this unfamiliar disease, I was horrified. Dr. Xiao Liu explained: This is based on the general hospital examination report, clinical symptoms and recent history of exposure to farmland pollution sources. "Hook body" infection, toxin accumulation, can lead to liver and kidney failure. Now that the diagnosis has been made, timely symptomatic treatment will lead to healing. Her words put our hanging hearts down.
I saw that Dr. Xiao Liu took blood early in the morning to the general hospital for several days in a row, and came to give injections and medicines in the evening. While I am grateful to her, I can't help but worry a little about whether she will be implicated and affected by this? I didn't dare to think about it, so I could only pray secretly in my heart.
The impact of the turbulent flow of fate is teaching me to understand the world all the time. I was deeply touched and educated by the reality in front of me, and I began to re-examine my perception of good and bad, beauty and ugliness. Dr. Xiao Liu's help against the trend made me see her kind and beautiful heart, and her professional ethics of "benevolence" flowing in the blood as a doctor. I feel very ashamed and remorseful for my abhorrent narrow-mindedness, my pathetic ignorance and shallowness, my ridiculous childishness and absurdity, and I feel strong self-reproach from this.
At that time, I was still a shy and shy little girl, and every time I saw her, I always felt that I wanted to say a lot to her, but I didn't know how to express it, and I didn't have the courage to apologize to her. The only thing I could do was give her a genuine smile and she would always give me a nod and smile back. Although she never said a word to me, it was this mutual smile that made me feel happy and relieved. Since then, whenever I see her, even if I glance at her from afar, my eyes will follow. Her thin figure, two braids, and smiling appearance will make me feel sincerely kind!
As winter turned to spring, Marshal Xu Xiangqian, vice chairman of the Central Military Commission, issued an instruction on the Tibet Military Region to immediately stop the 'four major congresses,' and my father resumed his work. Happiness came so suddenly, and the feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe was so deeply seared in my memory.
One morning, about half a year later, when we heard the bad news that "Dr. Xiao Liu was killed in the hudou field outside the Sichuan Hospital!", we rushed to the accident site desperately, squeezed through the crowd of onlookers, and saw her lying quietly on a stretcher covered with white cloth in a lodging hudou flower. Suddenly, the emotions of heartache, sadness, and regret suddenly hit, and tears burst out of my eyes.
Several soldiers lifted the stretcher and walked towards the outpatient department, and I followed behind, looking at her on the stretcher, and I felt so sad and sad! What a good person, I didn't say a word to you, why did I leave in a hurry? When my father was seriously ill, you saved him. In our saddest and most helpless times, it was you who gave us hope and strength. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!!!I used to hate you because of my ignorance, and since the moment you suddenly appeared at the door late that night, I saw your beautiful heart, and you sowed the seeds of goodness in my heart. I thank you from the bottom of my heart!
"Bang dang", the door of the outpatient department was closed, and irrelevant personnel were blocked out. I was reluctant to look in through the crack in the door, and I thought that this was the final farewell.
At dusk, we came to the place where Dr. Liu had an accident again. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled in the distant woods, smearing a few sad rays of yellow light on the leaves of the gourd beans, accompanied by the panicked chirping of the birds, we were so sad that we did not want to leave for a long time. Under the sparse rain at night, the prostrate gourd flowers on the ground were like dew and weeping, as if they were crying for Dr. Xiao Liu.
Year after year, the flowers bloom and grate. With the process of urbanization, Hudoudi has long been replaced by a busy ring road. When I faced this noisy corner of the city, precious memories from the past surfaced in front of my eyes: Dr. Xiao Liu appeared at the door of his house with a smile....
This image is deeply ingrained in my mind, because I have never met a person who was ridiculed by me, and then because of her appearance subverted my cognition, I am grateful to the tears, such a complex emotional transformation, the first time in my life to experience. Years later, whenever my family mentions her, I can immediately describe many details. They were surprised at how I had such a good memory, but it was actually her "different from ordinary people" behavior that taught me fiercely!
The psychological damage of the indifferent reality will make a child doubt the essence of whether there is love in the world, and the warm past events on the road of growth will make a child have eternal respect for the love of the world. At an age when I have not yet reached the age of insight into the world, I feel the warmth and coldness of the world, and at an age when I am not yet able to protect my relatives, meeting such a good doctor is something I will never forget in my life!
When I finally wrote about this experience today, reliving the fierce collision between the cold and ruthless and the tears in my eyes, I felt a touching past that went deep into the bone marrow, and I was grateful to Dr. Liu for completing the deep affection that I had hidden in my heart and was nearly 60 years late, and for myself, it was a pious expression of the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature. When all kinds of desires in society swell into a powerful turbid current that hits people's hearts, I hope that I am as pure and kind as Dr. Liu, because that is the source of nourishment for life and soul.
(Note: The illustrations in this article are provided by the author)
About the Author:
Sun Xiaofen: Descendant of the Eighteenth Army. He joined the army in March 1969 and graduated from the medical department of the Third Military Medical University. He is the deputy chief physician of the Military Medical Research Institute of the Logistics Department of the Chengdu Military Region (now: the Western Theater Center for Disease Control and Prevention), and has retired.
Author: Sun Xiaofen