Blessing the past-two or three things in the hospital

Many people will be surprised to hear that the hospital still has a little intimacy. Actually, it's nothing strange. From 1988 to 1997, I lived in Fu Bao Health Center for 9 years. From the age of 7 to 16, I was alone, accustomed to the smell of disinfectant, accustomed to life and death, and seemed to see the changes in the world very early. Perhaps it is a sad thing to see the pattern of interpersonal relationship at first sight. But this is my first impression of life.

Impression Chinese medicine hospital's gate is rather shabby, never locked, with black characters on a white background. There is a long corridor in the middle of the hospital. On the left side of the gate is the western pharmacy, which is generally not necessary to play. It's full of strange medicines with long names, and I haven't remembered a few. It's registered opposite the western pharmacy, and it's meaningless to register. At a small door, the registrar sits inside and outside, and the patient fills in the case and prescription prescribed by the doctor. The people inside painted the unit price with a straight face, paid for medicine, and everything was so normal. Next to the registration room is a Chinese pharmacy, which smells of various medicinal materials all the year round. Strange to say, I have liked this taste since I was a child, and even if I go to other hospitals many years later, I will never forget this familiar smell of medicine. Walking into the drugstore, there is a long counter, which is very high. I probably couldn't reach it then. Inside is an antique drawer with all kinds of medicinal materials. The name on the outside of the drawer is written with a brush. There are Scutellaria baicalensis Georgi, Atractylodes macrocephala, Gastrodia elata, Pogostemon cablin, Pericarpium Citri Tangerinae, Pinellia ternata, Fritillaria cirrhosa and Eucommia ulmoides Oliv. When I was a child, I used to be in a pharmacy. At that time, the pharmacist was a great artist. To know so many drug names, just take a look at the prescription, turn around and quickly grab one from various drawers and put it on the small scale. Generally, it won't be bad. Use a pack of paper, say a few words, what to eat before meals, and avoid eating. There is a small straw cutter in the pharmacy, which the masters use to chop medicinal materials. After chopping, they will be ground back and forth with a long roller. People joined in to help at that time. It's boring after a few grinding. There is also a newsstand in the pharmacy. I often look at it when I have nothing to do. Probably at that time, I got into the casual habit of treating Reference News as Political Participation News.

Go along the corridor, and the one on the right in the middle is where my father works. My father is a filmmaker. According to the present statement, it is an X-ray and a technical job. There are two rooms in the house, one is the workshop, and the other is the developing room. I'm usually not allowed in. My father warned me that there was radiation in it, which was not good for my health. At that time, I didn't understand what "radiation" meant. All I know is that there is only one huge machine in the dark, which is terrible. The developing room is dark and the light is red, so I can't expose it. I don't have the courage to go in when I think of the ghost story in the serial. But I'm still curious about "ray". I can shoot the magical lines of human bones. The black-and-white photos of human bones taken as a child are the best photography art I have ever seen. On the second floor are wards and operating rooms, as well as nurses' stations. Generally, we don't go up there for fear of cross infection. There is a platform on the third floor, which is our paradise. Everything was big at that time. There is a slope on the roof, on which is a small platform of 3 or 4 square meters, which is almost the height of the fourth floor. There were few three-story buildings in the town at that time. Standing there, you can see the whole town, and everything becomes smaller. Familiar streets, places to go to school, stations, and people coming and going on the street are often in a daze, watching the scenery for a while and playing with slides for a while. Those photos are blurred, and sometimes only some shadows can be found in such beautiful photos as Spirited Away's City in the Sky.

There are two buildings in the hospital, the dormitory is in the back, my home is on the second floor, the kitchen is in a row of bungalows on the left, the pharmacy warehouse is on the right, and the toilet is in the back. In this way, a small quadrangle was formed, and there were two cedars in the courtyard, which could not be said for many years. All the people living in the yard are hospital staff. As soon as the meal arrived, every family began to smoke. The children are happy to look around. Some good dishes can't be hidden by anyone, so I have no special features. Usually it's leftovers at noon or Regan Noodles made by my father. Dad will ride a bike 10 miles home after work to cook dinner for mom. Although they are all in the same town, the family can only get together on weekends. In the evening, all the children in our compound will come out to play. We like to hide behind the dormitory building and make a small fire to roast sweet potatoes. We don't remember who took it, but it's not a rare thing anyway. It takes some effort to light firewood, and it often doesn't catch fire. Strange to say, at that time, these children under the age of 10 were all self-taught, and the baked sweet potato was fragrant and sweet, and several people shared it, which was particularly delicious. After dinner, we usually chat. The wood burned out and turned into charcoal fire. The fire set off everyone's face, red and smiling. I can't remember what we talked about and what we talked about every time, but the smiling face against the charcoal fire is an indelible memory in my mind.

When I was a child, everything was so big, the house was so high, the road was so wide, and life in the hospital was so interesting. When I grew up, I found that everything was so small, the town was so small, the roof was so short when I was a child, and the place where I warmed myself was so narrow. When I was a child, the yard of the hospital was my world. When I grow up, I have more opportunities to go out, but I can't go back. A few years ago, the old courtyard was razed to the ground and a folk culture square was built, adding some scenes of ironing, shaving and ploughing. The cedar in the yard is still there, growing more luxuriantly. The dormitory building is still there. It's very kind to see these broken buildings. The dusty childhood fun fades with the passage of time, but the throb is still in my heart.