When I was a child, I was weak and ill. I often had a cold and a fever. I remember once, I was fine in the daytime, but in the middle of the night, I suddenly had a high fever. When I took my temperature, it reached 40 degrees, which made my mother cry (at that time, my father was teaching in the countryside, only my mother and I were at home). Mom bent down and said, "come on, son, mom will take you to the hospital." My family lives in the courtyard of the county Party committee. In the evening, the iron gate will be locked. In the middle of the night, my mother called for a long time. The guard Leng didn't get up to open the door, but she was worried. "What to do? What can I do? The child's illness cannot be delayed. " My mother decided to let me get out of the hole under the door first, and I risked my life to turn over the iron door. After that, my mother said several times that she didn't know how to climb out. To the hospital, the doctor diagnosed as acute tonsillitis, need to be hospitalized for hanging needle. When the needle went into the back of my hand, my mother closed her eyes, just like the needle went into my mother's heart. After settling down, my mother used cold towels for cold compress and repelled mosquitoes for me. She was very busy. Suddenly, somehow, my hands and feet twitched violently, and my mother cried out with a cry: "doctor, doctor, come on! What's the matter with my son! " At the same time, hold me tightly in my arms as if someone would take me away. After some emergency treatment, I was able to settle down.
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