Once my speed soared to 80 yards. Maybe a sand truck passed by this road, and I drove some fine sand and gravel.
My second-hand motorcycle tire slipped. ...
In the next ten seconds, I slipped out with my car and felt that time was almost still.
I was spinning around on the ground, feeling that my body had lost consciousness, and I only saw the yellow sand flying.
Scenes of my past life gradually surfaced in my mind. ...
I finally stopped rolling, and the car flew out from somewhere under my crotch.
Then, my first reaction was to lie in the trough. No one will see it, right? I stood up as fast as I could, so I stood up as if nothing had happened. ....
It was summer and my clothes and trousers were worn out. My legs, waist and arms are all bruised, and the sand and meat are crowded together.
Do you think I'll say it hurts? No, I didn't feel any pain at that time. The story is not over yet. Please continue reading.
I'm there now, I feel a little hot, and blood is running down from me. I looked around, but I couldn't find my motorcycle. I only saw a roadside uncle looking at me covered in blood.
I'm conscious, but I don't feel very painful. I touched my face, but I didn't hurt it. Well, I just feel a little embarrassed.
Grandpa said my car fell into a ditch. I looked over and the front of the car was crooked. I left my mobile phone with him, and he said to watch the car for me.
So I said goodbye to my uncle and took a taxi to the people's hospital.
The taxi driver gave me a look and frowned. He didn't ask much. He went straight to the hospital. I got off the bus and saw the sand and blood on my seat. I said I was sorry.
I didn't seem to bleed much, so I thought of taking pictures and sending them to my mother.
There are not many people in the hospital. I went to the queue to register, and many people stared at me. The nurse took me to the emergency room.
The doctor gave me a look and told me to sit aside and wait.
My mother is nearby. She will come soon. She scolded me a few words and went to pay the fee.
I was still sitting, and suddenly, I began to feel pain. The pain is normal. I didn't fall to my skull.
I asked the doctor why he didn't treat my wound, and could you help me disinfect it with alcohol?
He said you wait a minute.
Lying in the trough, I suddenly found that several wounds on my body hurt, and the flesh and blood were mixed with sand, and my head was dizzy and painful.
My mother came back and said that she had paid the fee.
The doctor asked me to come over.
After reading the first half, you should see that my pain tolerance is still good, but let me describe what real pain is for you.
I saw the doctor pick up a piece of gauze and pour some iodine. No, it is not easily used. He quickly grabbed my hand, pressed the gauze on a wound the size of Wangwang Xianbei, and began to rub it.
How to rub it in the shower, from left to right?
Suffering from suffocation and despair, I feel that I can't see it for a few seconds in the dark. Return to absolute being, I let out a scream and pulled my hand back with all my strength.
The doctor said that the sand must be cleaned up, or it will get infected. My mother looked at me firmly and helped me hold hands.
I have many similar wounds on my hands, shoulders, waist, legs, knees and ankles ... I feel a little desperate.
Imagine you are playing with a piece of plasticine, and accidentally the plasticine falls to the ground with a lot of black sand on it. My wound is probably in that state.
You have to dig out the sand, so you rub it with your hands until the plasticine shows that a layer has fallen off, and then you rub it again, and the plasticine becomes clean again.
My wound is like plasticine. The doctor wiped off some black sand with gauze, revealing some pink meat.
Until all the meat is cleaned up.
It's hard for me to remember when I write here. All the words I know can't describe the pain. I began to sympathize with the traitor who confessed to Huang Jun. At that time, such a picture came to mind. In a dark cell, I was hung from a post, tied my hands and feet, and shouted, I confess, I confess, I told you everything you wanted to know!
Maybe the doctor has a cold-blooded sadistic mentality. He ignored my inner voice, suppressed me who was young, weak and unable to resist, and helped me clean the wound in this way that should have been eliminated in the last century.