Chapter 327: The Tipping Point of Life and Death

(7) The critical point between life and death

"It's dead. The doctor came in and said, "His eighty-year-old grandmother has died." ”

"Then my fourth sister should be fine. I said.

"That's what I thought, too. As he spoke, the doctor opened the fourth sister's eyelids and opened her mouth to see, and immediately took out some injections from his skin medicine box, injected an injection in his arm first, and then listened to the fourth sister's back with a stethoscope.

I watched the stethoscope move and fell asleep.

One night in late October, Dad let the four of us stay in the kitchen and not go anywhere.

I fell asleep on my stomach at the dining table. I woke up with a sore neck and a sore head. The third sister said, "Why do you still sleep at such a time!"

I said, "When is this?"

The second brother said, "Mom is giving birth to a little brother." ”

"How do you know if it's a little brother and not a little sister?"

"It was the mother-in-law who said it, and the mother-in-law looked at her navel and said that the fifth child is a son and must stay with his mother's surname. The second brother pointed to the third sister and said.

Why didn't I know about this? I asked the third sister, "Does your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all," the third sister said, "how can it hurt when you are injected with anesthetic, you are not injured and you keep talking about headaches!"

My head ached sharply again.

When Dad asked us to see my little brother, I was in a trance, how could my mother give birth to a little brother all of a sudden?

There was a smell of chicken in the house, and my father said that it was cuttlefish stewed chicken, which can only be eaten by people who have given birth to a child and are in confinement.

I thought to myself, in order to eat such a fragrant thing, I must have a child!

(Unfortunately, more than 30 years later, I also gave birth to a child, and I still haven't eaten it.) Because the chicken and cuttlefish now don't have the original taste, that's a story for later. ）

I was carried on horseback for eight days to get to that village. People said I'd go back to where I was. But I know that when my mother gave birth to her little brother, my mother-in-law was already seriously ill, and I learned from my father that my mother and son were safe, and my mother-in-law seemed to be much better. But not long after my father left, my mother-in-law died.

As long as I can remember, the only loved one I saw was gone forever. If I had been by her side I might not have died so soon, I thought.