Article selection: I have had six brushes with death and God has been kind to me
Recalling that I have had more than six brushes with death.
The first time was on the fourth day after my mother gave birth to me. The Japanese invaders attacked my hometown - Hengshan Tsui under Lingshan Mountain in the eastern suburbs of Nanjing. When they first learned that the Japanese were about to enter the village, the villagers fled with their families and took refuge in the mountains or Qixia Temple. Every time before I ran away, my mother would feed me milk, cover me with a quilt, and then leave in a hurry. At that time, the family was full of children. In terms of age, the adopted eldest child was 15 years old, my sister was 11 years old, the reverse child was 7 years old, the natural child was 3 years old, and I was 1 year old when I was born (later named Escape). Because I was too young and could cry, it was inconvenient for the villagers to hide me, so I had to be placed at home. In fact, in this extremely urgent situation, my family no longer expected me to survive. But every night when my family came back, they were surprised to see that I was drowning. I escaped and stayed at home many times like this, but I was lucky enough to survive. My father is the owner of Lingshan Coal Mine, and he is asked to coordinate and handle all local matters. A few days later, my father was elected by the villagers and wanted to negotiate with the Japanese. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came forward, before he could say anything, he was stabbed with a bayonet by a Japanese bandit for no reason, pushed into the pond in front of the door, and was shot twice. . After his father was innocently murdered, his home was robbed twice by local bandits. This was my first brush with death in my life.
The second time was when I was in the second grade of junior high school and had just learned to ride a bicycle. At the Daxinggong intersection, I fell into a truck in a daze and the bicycle was thrown far away. But when he climbed out of the car in panic, the driver and passers-by were stunned. But I picked up the rented bicycle and left in panic.
The third time was also in the second year of junior high school. Four or five classmates went to swim in the Yangtze River together. Although I often played with water in ponds in the countryside when I was a child, I knew nothing about the currents of the Yangtze River. I didn't know that the river has a powerful force that can pull you into the river and rush downstream. Other students swam up the river and did not dare to move forward, but I didn't take it seriously and swam to the center of the river without authorization. I was suddenly swept into the river by the current and rushed downstream. I tried my best but was unable to resist. In panic, I had to shout loudly. Shouting for help. The students were all stunned and ran downstream shouting. I fought hard against the current, and there was a fear of drowning in my struggle. Just then, I saw a big rock. I thought, this is my only chance. Although I was exhausted, my strong desire to survive made me muster up my last bit of strength, fight tenaciously with the rapids, get close to the reef, and catch the reef------my life was saved. Four or five classmates sat on the shore, silent for a long time, immersed in fear.
The fourth time, around 1971, our coal mine cultural troupe received re-education from the People's Liberation Army at the Artillery 1855 Farm in Junliangcheng, the eastern suburbs of Tianjin. One night I had a heart attack. The medical conditions at the health center were poor. The doctor may have been inexperienced. He used digoxin that he shouldn't have used, which worsened my condition. I lay on the kang struggling for several days. The doctor said we only had this kind of medicine for treating heart disease. I thought maybe it was because I was the stinky old nine and was sent for rehabilitation, so my life was worthless. At that time, I had several fears of death and often fell into coma. Only two writers, Feng Yutang and Miao Peishi (who were also labeled as gangsters), took care of me. I remember I wrote a suicide note and left it with Mr. Feng to help me contact my family in case anything happened. After a lot of suffering, I finally got over it after a few days.
The fifth time, around 1982, our painting academy held a joint exhibition with the Xi'an Painting Academy. After the joint exhibition, I and Mr. Guo Dun from the Xi'an Painting Academy were invited to go to Zhongwei to see rock paintings, and to Ningxia Yinchuan to see the tombs and tombs of the Xixia kings. Helan Mountain. After returning to Lanzhou, Mr. Guo returned to Xi'an, and I decided to go to Dunhuang alone. When the train was approaching Shandan, I suddenly suffered from a heart attack (supraventricular tachycardia), with my heart rate reaching over 200 beats per minute. I had had occasional attacks in the past year and a half. The doctor said: Don't be nervous. As long as you get to the hospital within an hour, there will be no danger. But now it is night on the train, and I don’t have any medicine with me. What should I do? The conductor came over, asked about the situation, and immediately made an announcement on the train, hoping to find a doctor and medicine. The radio broadcasts were broadcast again and again, but no doctors came, only kind-hearted people sent various heart disease medicines. In desperation, I asked the train conductor to stop when passing through the county town so that I could get off the train and receive treatment within more than an hour.
But the train conductor told me that this was a mountainous area and it was late at night. Even if we arrived in the county town, the conditions there were poor or even worse. Only by getting to Zhangye City, where there was a military hospital, could we be saved. I asked how long it would take to reach Zhangye? He was afraid that I would be nervous, so he spoke very vaguely. I know that it will definitely not arrive within the estimated time, but there is only this glimmer of hope. So I called the train conductor aside and told me my identity, home address, phone number, and the contents of my travel bag. Then I casually took some medicine and lay down to wait, resigned to my fate. Gradually I lost consciousness. I didn't know when I arrived in Zhangye, and was sent to the military hospital in a daze. I was treated and escaped death again.
The sixth time was also a heart attack. Around 1993, one week before I went to Japan with Gu Hao and Zhou Li, at 8 o'clock in the morning, I had another sudden heart attack. I rode to the First Municipal Hospital disapprovingly. Taking medicine first didn’t work, then giving me an injection didn’t work, and increasing the dose still didn’t work. The doctor became nervous and called the chief doctor over to study a solution. Because this situation is very special, the heartbeat reaches more than 240 beats per minute and may stop at any time. The chief doctor told me that they had a last resort, which was electric shock. I hope I won't be nervous and cooperate with the treatment, so I can only nod. So a set of equipment was shipped, two hoses were sent from my nostrils to my heart, and then I received an electric shock. They thought this method was completely effective in returning the heartbeat to normal, but this was not the case. After several blows, the heartbeat was still high, and the chief doctor excused himself and left. I was wheeled to the inpatient cardiology ward and resigned to my fate again. By about one o'clock in the afternoon, I was so hungry that I couldn't bear it. My son went out to buy a packed lunch, but the food was cold. I didn't care much, I couldn't hold back my panic and heartache, and wolfed down the food. Ten minutes later, a miracle happened. After a burst of pain in his heart, he suddenly returned to normal. From 240 times per minute, it dropped to 80 times. God refused to accept me, and I was saved again. As soon as I came back from Japan, I immediately went to the Workers' Hospital for "radiofrequency ablation" surgery. The operation was successful and allowed me to say goodbye to supraventricular tachycardia and heart disease. Thank you for the advancement of medical treatment! Thanks to reform and opening up, the country has introduced advanced medical equipment and technology from abroad.
These few narrow escapes from death have made me cherish life more, love life more, become more open-minded and detached.