The one who made this scream was not someone else, but the third aunt who was already asleep

Before my aunt fell asleep, everything was normal. In the second half of the night, Sanya heard the sparse sound of getting up. She thought Xiu was about to get up at night. This child couldn't get up at night on weekdays, so why did he get up tonight? With the help of the moonlight outside the window, she saw the nine-year-old Xiuer getting up. Sanya thought her sister was just getting up to pee, so she didn't care, so she turned around and continued to sleep.

After about a cigarette, the third aunt was suddenly awakened because she didn't feel the movement of her sister returning to the bed, so she turned her head to see.

It doesn't matter this brick, but Aunt San saw the most terrifying scene in her life. The sister in front of the window knelt towards the moon outside the window, and a trembling scared Aunt San who was still a little confused. She sorted out her clothes and deliberately plucked up the courage to cough. There was no response. Aunt San was very timid since childhood, and even a mouse could scare her to death.

Aunt Third shouted to her aunt softly: Show? But the kneeling sister still did not react at all.

The third aunt increased her voice and shouted again: Show? What's wrong with you? My sister still didn't respond

She quickly got out of bed, and didn't even bother to wear shoes. She quickly went downstairs to see her sister. Aunt San stepped barefoot toward her kneeling sister, pressed her hand on her back and wanted to turn her sister, but found that her sister, who was usually powerless, was not turned by her. With the moonlight, San Ya went around to the front and took a look. She saw the most unforgettable scene in her life. Her kneeling sister was chewing the white candles used to light up in her mouth...

At that time, there was often no electricity in rural areas, so people were forced to always use candles instead of power, and they were reluctant to use it.

At this moment, my aunt was chewing a candle in her mouth, her face was bloodless, her eyes were dull and staring, and she looked at the moon motionlessly. My third aunt was so scared that she let out the biggest sound in her life: Ah...!!!!!!!!!

This call woke up grandparents and uncle who had not yet married, and also woke up the disaster that my aunt had calculated when she was born.

When my grandfather ran to their room in his coat, my third aunt could no longer speak. With a bang, the moment I turned on the electric light, my aunt was already fainting on the ground, and the bite marks of the candle next to her were clearly visible...

When my grandfather picked up his daughter, he was surprised to see her face and the candle in his mouth. The whole family turned his eyes to the third aunt who was pretending to be over.

Grandma pulled up Auntie three and said, "What's going on? What's wrong with your sister?"

The third aunt was so scared that she couldn't speak. She could only tell everyone that her body was shaking and her trembling teeth were shaking. She seemed to have seen a very terrifying scene.

Grandpa picked up his unconscious aunt and put it on the bed. Grandma hugged his trembling third aunt. The little black dog held by his 12-year-old uncle started barking after entering the room. It kept barking wildly. Grandma impatiently asked his uncle to carry the dog out, but after the dog went out, he barked outside the door, but he just didn't come in.

Grandma might have been a little annoyed by being called, so she shouted at the dog: "Bar again! I'll kill you again!" It's strange to say that, after a loud shout, the black dog actually got scared and peeded, then ran back to the dog's nest with its tail stomped in.

After a while, the third aunt, who gradually calmed down, told her grandparents about the scene she saw, and all the hairs stood up when her grandparents heard it. After the third aunt finished speaking, she couldn't help but start crying again, but her grandmother covered her mouth: "Don't cry!"

The third aunt could only endure the fear and exhale heavily. After a while, the aunt began to move in a daze, and then began to vomit, spit out wildly. The things she vomited were mixed with fishy smell, including candles that had just been eaten, and supper that was already in a semi-digested state. It was really colorful and disgusting.

My grandmother actually knows some local medicine skills. There is no way to do it when it is too late. I just cooked bitter tea for my aunt to drink. I also drank this bitter tea at my grandmother's house when I was a child. It is very effective to treat children's bad food. Specifically, it is dried with the outer layer of chicken ginger raised at home, and placed the tea on an iron plate and set it on a fire. After it is roasted, it is ground and flushed to drink it. It can eliminate the accumulation of food in children. It is said that it can expel evil spirits and help digestion. It is really effective.

Grandma fed my aunt water according to the method of eating a child, which means the incubation of food. But my aunt gritted her teeth tightly. Anyway, she couldn't get it, and she vomited it out of the little that occasionally fed it.

In the end, there was no way, so my grandfather asked her aunt to squeeze her mouth open and her uncle to hold her kicking feet. My grandmother forced her to pour a lot of them.

After the bitter tea was filled, my aunt was quiet for a while, but my third aunt never dared to sleep anymore, so my grandfather and grandmother stayed in my aunt's room to sleep with me, and asked my third aunt and uncle to go to their room to sleep.

At this time, my aunt was a little awake. After a while, she stopped vomiting and started to have diarrhea. She went through this repeatedly until dawn, and her grandfather and grandmother didn't sleep all night until the next morning, and rushed to the town's health center.

When the people from the health center saw it, they said that they were afraid they had a bad meal. They gave my aunt some drip according to acute gastroenteritis. The nurse just inserted the needle into my aunt's arm, but the aunt pulled it back and refused to cooperate with the doctor's treatment. In the end, the doctor had no choice but to use a butt needle to inject it. My grandfather needed to hold her tightly and prevent her from moving around. After a long time of struggle, my aunt would only keep complaining. The town health center's life suggested that my grandmother send her to a county hospital with better medical conditions to take a look.

At noon that day, my grandparents took my uncle and aunt to take a taxi to the county town. After arriving in the bus, my grandmother took my aunt and took a seat by the window. The bus was very nervous at that time, and there were many people squeezing outside, including my uncle and aunt and grandfather.

Grandma opened the car glass to take a breath, but suddenly my aunt crawled out of the window, and was caught by her grandfather outside. She cried and shouted, "Mom, take me to the hospital. My illness cannot be cured. I will die. Take me home..." No matter how my grandfather coaxed me, she cried and refused to get in the car. She was only nine years old that year. My aunt said this sentence was told by my uncle later, because he was present at the time, but my aunt told me that she had no memory of anything. She only vaguely remembered that she had a serious illness when she was a child, and she didn't know anything else.

By the way, the grandfather who caught my aunt outside stuffed her into the car through the window. This time, my grandmother grabbed her and grabbed her firmly, letting her cry ignore her. The car slowly drove towards the county town with the restless heart of the family.

When I arrived at the county hospital, I took the introduction letter issued by the town hospital. The hospital immediately arranged the hospitalization procedures for my aunt. After the doctor had a checkup, I started to treat it in the way of taking the wrong food. During the treatment period, my aunt took advantage of the adults' carelessness and ran out of the hospital. In the end, there was no way. My grandmother cruelly tied my aunt with a cloth strip and didn't dare to sleep. Several people took turns watching her, and even going to the toilet was solved in the ward, so how could she dare to let her go?

In 1986, everyone's conditions were generally not good at that time, and the hospital also had a canteen. At first, every time the food my grandmother called to my aunt from the canteen was either knocked over by her or she didn't touch it at all, and it was maintained by nutrient solution.

It was about the third day of hospitalization. At noon that day, my grandmother still went to the cafeteria to make a meal. Everyone tasted the rice they brought. It was half a day, and the rice was not cooked, which is commonly known as the rice. Strangely, the bowl of rice placed in front of my aunt this time made my aunt saliva. She said for the first time that she wanted to eat.

Grandma untied her cloth strip in surprise. My aunt swallowed a bowl of half a lifetime of rice in a few bites, and yelled to eat it. As a result, the old rice in my grandparents and second aunt, and my uncle, were eaten by my aunt alone. Her stomach was very bulging, but she shouted to eat it. This scared the whole family. Grandma hurried over and came over to the doctor. When the doctor saw that the child was like this, there was no way to eat it anymore. She even pulled out the infusion tube, fed some digestive tablets and walked away.

At dinner time, the rice was normal, and my aunt started not eating anymore. I thought she had eaten too much at noon. On the second and third day, she didn't open her mouth no matter how good the food was, and this situation continued until the fourth night.

That night, my aunt didn't eat. Looking at my increasingly thin aunt, my grandmother felt so distressed with tears in her eyes. No matter how she coaxed her, it didn't work. In desperation, my grandmother went out to buy a piece of raw rice for my aunt to try. As expected, my aunt ate all her food again and until her stomach bulged again. The doctor couldn't explain it, but she just told her not to eat this kind of raw rice. The child's stomach was not good at first, and this kind of food would make it more likely to aggravate the condition.

Two days later, the family members dared not eat raw rice for her anymore. The doctor had no idea about my aunt. It lasted until the seventh day. My aunt suddenly fainted again, and began to cramp and foam in her mouth, and her heartbeat and blood pressure began to drop. The doctor said, "You should prepare for your funeral." I'm afraid this child will not be able to be saved, and I don't know what the disease is."
Chapter completed!