"But..." Jiayi also touched her neck, and then stretched her neck to Jiajun, "Feel it, here are the lymph nodes. Everyone's lymph nodes look different. There may be some inflammation, or some insignificant conditions, which will cause some asymmetrical lymph nodes that are different from other people. This disease is not something that Uncle Daqiang can just say. You have to go to the hospital for tests to know!" "
?" Jiajun raised his eyes to look at her and really touched it.
Although he touched it, he still smiled bitterly, "Sister, you don't have to comfort me, and you don't have to persuade me to go to the hospital. I had a hunch a long time ago."
"What hunch?" Jiayi was still a little unresponsive. It seemed that only the nosebleed was accurate among the symptoms the child mentioned. The others were too vague, right?
This is just like the "Baidu Consultation, Cancer Starts" in later generations.
She often gets bruises on her body for no apparent reason and she can't remember when they happened. She also gets headaches because of not sleeping well or being blown by the wind. Her gums swell and ache when she eats something that makes her sore. She gets dizzy in the morning when she gets up too quickly or stands up suddenly after squatting...
Although it's a coincidence that all the symptoms occur at the same time, it has happened before.
This... can't be a complete oolong?
"Take a leave tomorrow morning and I'll take you to the hospital." The more Jiayi pondered, the weirder her expression became. She gulped down the ice drink and immediately decided, "If it's really this disease as you said, we will definitely respect you. But let's confirm it first."
"But sister..." Jiajun's face was a little flustered and he wanted to refuse as soon as he opened his mouth.
Jiayi understood at once that he was actually very scared.
She was afraid of seeing a doctor because she was too afraid of this disease, so she didn't dare to go to the hospital at all
. At the same time, she was waiting for a serious disease to knock her down every day... Before she traveled through time, she had a classmate like this. She was severely depressed and insisted that she was sick. Even though she went to more than a dozen different hospitals and had countless examinations, and doctors said that she was healthy, she still believed that she had a terminal illness, but the doctor just hadn't found it yet. She couldn't help torturing herself with this idea. Even though she felt rationally that she had a mental problem, she still couldn't control it...
So she looked at her younger brother and felt distressed again. After
paying the bill and leaving, the brother and sister went home side by side.
She kept talking about topics, such as which store had delicious desserts, which Disney was being built and it was super fun... Jiajun responded to her unwillingly, and he was full of worries.
He had been avoiding it and didn't want to face it.
After returning home, when Jiajun went to wash up, Jiadong and Jiaru looked at him worriedly. Jiayi only said that they would go to the hospital for a physical examination tomorrow. The
Yi family didn't sleep well that night. Jiadong got up early the next morning to make breakfast for everyone. After breakfast, Jiadong clapped his hands and said decisively:
"I just called Jiaru and Jiajun's class teachers and asked for half a day off. I will also take half a day off. The four of us will go to the hospital together. We will accompany you. Don't be afraid."
Jiajun didn't have a nosebleed this morning, but his face was still a little pale and his eyes were a little blue. Obviously, he didn't sleep well last night.
Looking at the caring eyes of his brothers and sisters, he pouted his lips and finally didn't look like a little adult anymore.
So the four of them got into Jiayi's car and became the first wave of patients to see a doctor at Yau Ma Tei Hospital.
Blood tests, various tests, and medical consultations were done in an hour, and the blood test report could be obtained before leaving work in the afternoon.
Other diseases might be difficult to diagnose, but this disease can be diagnosed by looking at various indicators.
The family of four then went to a good hotel near the hospital for a big meal. After the meal, Jiayi called to inquire about the situation. Wang Weiya still insisted on her confession. Uncle Jiu, Brother Sanfu, and Brother Yue split up to do the tasks assigned yesterday. They were still in the process of pushing forward after a busy morning. They would discuss all the results together when she went to work tomorrow.
In the afternoon, Yi Jiadong took his younger brothers and sisters to the game city to play video games and pachinko. Although everyone was a little nervous, it was a rare time for the family to go out and play, and they could forget their worries and fears when they were having fun.
By the evening, the hospital report was finally out.
The doctor looked at the four siblings who had hurried back with nervous expressions, and said with a smile:
"All indicators are normal, Yi Jiajun, right? Very healthy.
"Spring is dry. Adolescent boys grow up, so do they eat more meat and less vegetables and fruits?
"It's the heat. Nosebleeds are normal.
" "Replenish calcium and eat more shrimps and other things.
" "Occasionally eat some animal offal, eat more vegetables and fruits, and drink more water every day, especially in spring and summer..."
The doctor instructed in detail, and the Yi family was completely dumbfounded.
After the doctor's last word fell, Jiaru was the first to hold back. She hugged her brother with a "ha", and then laughed with her head raised, like a little madman.
She even jumped twice while holding her brother, and her chin almost hit Jiajun's skull.
The doctor looked at the happy look of their family and smiled too.
After leaving the hospital, Jiayi received a call from Yueh. Liu Jiaming and others were there, asking Jiajun about the results of his examination.
After learning that it was just a false alarm, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No one laughed at Jiajun for being so surprised. Even if they laughed, it was because they were relieved.
Yueh suggested that Jiadong should not go back to open the business, and why not go to eat fried crab in Typhoon Shelter together.
Jiayi immediately made the decision for the Yi family, and the car went straight to Yau Ma Tei Typhoon Shelter.
When they arrived at the hotel, Yueh and others were already there. Uncle Jiu also picked up Ah Xiang, Clara and Baoshu. It was rare that Sun Xin had no schedule today, so he was also there.
Everyone stood up and hugged Jiajun when they saw him, welcoming him back happily.
No one mentioned the will written by Jiajun, the long sighs and laments of the past few days, and the gifts that were like dealing with the afterlife. They just smiled and asked Jiajun to be the waiter for the order, just like celebrating a child's birthday . Today, everyone obeyed him and ordered whatever he wanted to eat.
Jiajun's face was red throughout the whole process. It was not known whether it was because of embarrassment or the excitement of surviving a disaster, but finally, his eyes were bright, and the awkward look of wanting to jump and trying to act like an adult returned.
Jiayi happily ate an extra crab. At the end of the meal, her stomach was so round that she couldn't even bend down when sitting in the car. After
the meal, Jiushu also took Sun Xin and the others home, and everyone else went back to their own homes.
Jiayi drove the car and took everyone to the beach. The convenience of having a car was reflected at this moment. If you want to see the sea, you can see the sea. You can be free and unrestrained regardless of time.
Standing in the harbor, I looked at the beautiful big ships and the neon lights on Victoria Bay, and at the deep blue curtain where the sky and the sea meet in the distance.
Jiayi walked side by side with her brother, at the end, and asked again:
"Why did Jiajun have a premonition that he would have a terminal illness?" Jiajun
blushed, a little embarrassed.
He made such a big mistake, making everyone worry about him, he seemed like a fool.
"I can't explain it, but life is too good now, like a dream, I always feel it's so unreal, sometimes I worry that it's really a dream, and when I wake up, I'm back to the poor times. In order to make money, my eldest brother would sigh when he lay down on the bed even if he tried hard to keep a smile every day. Let me tell you a secret, I woke up from a dream in the middle of the night and heard my eldest brother crying in the quilt..."
Jiajun's voice was a little slow and low, as if he was just talking to himself.
Jiayi's smile gradually faded, and she gently held Jiajun's hand. Her
younger brother lost his parents when he was very young. That was probably when he began to remember things and to understand the world with his own eyes. His
original happiness was suddenly destroyed by a disaster. He lost his parents and had to follow his older brothers and sisters with difficulty. He was young at that time, and many people thought he didn't understand. Maybe he really didn't understand what kind of trauma he had suffered, but these traces were deeply engraved in his heart and took some shape at this time.
"This is also a kind of PTSD." Jiayi took him to sit on a bench on the seaside embankment for pedestrians to rest, looking at the sea, and whispered.
"What is that?" Jiajun asked.
"Post-traumatic stress syndrome. People who participated in the war before have seen too many dead people. The comrade who was chatting with me yesterday was blown to pieces by a bomb in the blink of an eye. I am also in constant fear of death, and it is difficult to sleep. I am like a frightened bird at the slightest movement... People who participated in the war like this will still have trouble sleeping and nightmares every night, and cannot live a normal life even if they return to the city after peace. They may even start to drink and have a mental breakdown..."
"But I can sleep." "
You are not suffering from the sequelae of war, but you also have a kind of post-traumatic stress syndrome, but this trauma comes from a disaster in childhood." Jiayi suddenly thought of Wang Weiya, the suspect in the "Inflatable House Murder Case".
In fact, Wang Weiya is also a victim. He lost his son and is a poor young father.
Looking back at Wang Weiya's messages, his father's influence on him caused him to insist on taking good care of Kun Zai, even to the point of being so tired that he could fall asleep while sitting... He
was only a teenager, still a child, but he suddenly had to become a father. He had to take on those difficult responsibilities, even though he was clearly not up to the task, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
When he failed in what he tried his best to do, he tried so hard to get rid of his father's influence on himself and wanted to be a completely different person from his father, but the final result was ten thousand times worse than his father's...
Wang Weiya is also a victim of PTSD. The trauma of his childhood, the pain of losing his son, and the terrible guilt mixed with various negative emotions destroyed his desire to survive.
"Big sister, are you talking about the car accident that happened to our parents?" Jiajun pursed his lips, turned his head and asked softly.
"Yes." Jiayi nodded.
"Then do big brother, you, and second sister also have PTSD?" Jiajun asked.
"..." Jiayi looked at Jiadong and Jiaru who were talking and laughing while leaning against the fence in front of her, and thought of the original Yi Jiayi who had gone to an unknown place... and did not answer.
"The nosebleed triggered your anxiety, because the happiest moment in your memory would be interrupted by a sudden disaster. You are also very happy now, so you are probably worried about losing all of this in your subconscious mind, and this anxiety broke out. Therefore, even though [the nosebleed and other symptoms are terminal illnesses] may seem funny to others, you, who are in the trauma of your childhood, cannot overcome this thought, and even think that such a happy moment was interrupted by death, which coincides with what happened in your memory... It seems reasonable."
After happiness, there will be a great disaster... Jiajun, who has such thoughts, is actually fragile inside. Even though he usually looks as sensible as an adult, even though he is very independent and never worries his brothers and sisters.
Jiayi moved and sat next to Jiajun. She opened her right arm and pulled her brother into her arms.
"There will be no disaster, Jiajun. Everything will be fine after all. As long as we work hard, life will get better and better. Don't worry, we are all here." Her voice was soft, but it had the strongest persuasive power.
Jiajun felt his heart was comforted. He buried his head in his eldest sister's neck and suddenly felt like crying.
It turned out that the jokes he made were not funny. His eldest sister completely understood all the difficulties he encountered. Even when he didn't understand what was going on, she had already helped him solve the problems and soothed the trauma that was still in its infancy.
...
Yi Jiadong took off his coat and put it on Jiaru's shoulders. He turned around and saw Jiayi hugging Jiajun and lowering her head to wipe his tears.
The moonlight was soft, and his expression softened.
The night wind, carrying the heat waves that arrived in Hong Kong before summer, blew through his short hair.
He lightly brushed his messy hair and glanced at his younger brother and sister's hair, thinking: Everyone should get a haircut. Next time we have time, we should go get a good trim together...
...
When the family of four returned home, it was already 11:30. Jiajun was so sleepy that he fell all over the place while washing up.
Jiaru was queuing at the bathroom door. Jiajun took a shower and pushed the door open, smiling innocently at his second sister.
Jiaru held her pajamas, opened the bathroom door, and suddenly turned around and asked in a low voice:
"Hey, Jiajun."
The young boy turned his head and raised his eyebrows vigorously, but still could not open his sleepy eyes. He could only half-close his eyes and stare at his second sister:
"?"
"Well... is it because you love my second sister the most that you left all the money to me?" Jiaru asked with a smile, her face flushed.
"Ah... because my second sister is the poorest in the family."
"..." Jiaru.
I want to domestic violence.
...
At night, Jiaru quietly crawled out of the quilt again, took out the banknotes that Jiajun left for her from her small box, smoothed them out one by one, and then secretly stuffed them into the inner pocket of Jiajun's schoolbag in the living room.