Pulling the thorns of an elephant

In those days, it was fashionable to have barefoot doctors. The so-called barefoot doctor is in the lack of medicine in rural areas, some educated young people, to the hospital training for three to five months, issued a medicine box, while working and practicing medicine, to treat some simple diseases for farmers. I was once a barefoot doctor in the frontier countryside.

Early that morning, I carried the medicine box to the rubber forest to make rounds and walked to the big bay pond by the river Lisha. Suddenly, a long pole stretched out from behind a tree and crossed in front of me, just like a red and white traffic pole put down on a highway, blocking my way. The forest was dark and I thought it was a dead branch that had fallen, so I reached out to pluck it, and my fingers were scared out of their wits when I touched it - hot, soft, and dry, like touching a python that had just rolled around on the gravel.

"OMG -" I screamed out loud. With the scream, a huge thing flashed out from behind the tree, which turned out to be a big dark gray male elephant, pouting with a pair of white tusks, running towards me.

Not to mention me, the king of all animals, the tiger, see the elephant also has to tuck tail and run. I just hate my parents less born two legs. I just escaped five or six meters away, suddenly "whoosh", a heavy and soft thing swept my feet, I fell a mouth mud. I looked up, the original tree behind the flash of another adult female elephant, gave me a sweeping trunk.

A male and a female elephant stood in front of me like two small mountains. I thought, whoever of them, as long as they lift a foot to step on my back, my internal organs will be squeezed out of the mouth like toothpaste. Anyway, it is certain death, I do not bother to get up again, close my eyes and wait for death.

They did not step on me. The male elephant bent the tip of his trunk, and hooked my collar, like a crane to lift me from the ground. Could it be that I want to make myself a live target to practice its bayonet-like tusks? Alas, now, I can not pick how to die, they do what they like.

They let me stand still and instead of stabbing me through the heart with their tusks, they pushed me deeper into the forest with their trunks against my back.

I was dazed, like a captive, they escorted me for most of an hour, and came to an old banyan tree with a forest of trees. The elephant's trunk gave me a sharp push and I fell to the ground. Hey, two feet in front of me, under the roots of the tree, lay a baby elephant.

This is a young elephant about half a year old, only half a meter high, body color tile gray, not much bigger than a calf, the trunk is as short as the elongated pig mouth. He grinned, his trunk fluttered breathlessly, and his right front leg was bloodied and twitching, grunting and moaning.

The mother elephant stroked the top of the baby's head with her almighty trunk, seemingly in a comforting manner. The male, on the other hand, curled his trunk around my wrist and dragged it hard toward the baby elephant. I understood that this is a family of elephants, the right front leg of the baby elephant was injured, and the male and female elephant love their son, so they went to the road to hijack a person to see the baby elephant.

So smart elephant ah, as if checked the file, know that I am a barefoot doctor.

My heart suddenly surged a strong desire to live. I thought since they caught me seeing the baby elephant, as long as the end, probably will let me go back.

I dare not delay, immediately kneeling on the ground to the elephant to check the wound. It was an inch-long nail stuck into the foot pad of the baby elephant, it looked like there have been several days, the whole foot is swollen and shiny, and the wound has inflammation and ulceration, emitting a fishy smell. My medical skills can be called the world's worst, usually only to rub people red mercury, iodine or something, never operated on anyone; but at this moment, I am a duck also have to fly up the tree, I do not have a diamond also have to take this porcelain work. If I humbly excused myself, the male elephant would send me to the West.

I took out the tweezers, pliers, alcohol, cotton, and other things from the medicine cabinet, and started to do it with courage. First of all, of course, to disinfect, I lifted the elephant's foot, the small half bottle of alcohol into the wound. I did not expect the little elephant is also like a child afraid of pain, it "wow", like killing a pig howled. Immediately, my neck was strangled by the long trunk of the male elephant, just like a hanging to lift me. "Chirp - chirp -" the big male elephant eyes spewing poisonous flame, low roar. It is not satisfactory that I hurt the baby elephant.

And reasoning or not? I don't have anesthesia, there is no surgery without pain! If you're afraid of pain, don't ask me to treat it, if you want me to treat it, don't be afraid of pain! But I can not reason with the elephant; playing the piano to the bull, the object of reasoning is futile. I grabbed the elephant's trunk with both hands, trying to loosen the "noose", but the male elephant is very strong, the longer trunk tighter and tighter, my toes pointing to the ground, already almost out of breath. Alas, this death is too injustice.

At this point, the female elephant came over, put its trunk on the male elephant's trunk, rubbed a few times, the mouth also "ah ah ah" screaming, presumably to comfort the male elephant do not get angry, let me continue to treat, to the end really can not be cured and then ask for punishment is not too late. Male elephant "hum" snorted, and loosened the "noose".

I put the pointed pliers into the wound of the baby elephant. Before you start pulling out the nails, the baby elephant cried out again. I was afraid that the unreasonable male elephant again to me on the hanging, quickly half the bottle of pain tablets into the mouth of the baby elephant. Unfortunately, such a large dose of painkillers on the baby elephant is not very effective. I clamped the nail to pull out, it again heads shaking in pain to live.

The big male elephant stared at me intently, his trunk high up, hanging over my head: white tusks aimed at my heart from behind, ready to hang me up and stab me through the heart.

I was cold and sweaty, my spine tingling, I could not think of any way to tell the elephant to stop moaning. Forced, I cursed at the little elephant: "bastard thing, call you a soul! I kindly treat you, and you want your damn father to kill me!" I didn't expect my anger, a shout, but the little elephant to subdue, teary eyes stunned to look at me, stopped barking. I took the opportunity to pull out the nail.

The next step was to clean the wound, and it was about to cry in pain. I spat loudly and viciously again: "Shut the hell up! If you scream again, I'll poke the nail down your throat!" The baby elephant was stunned by me and swallowed back the moan that came to the tip of his tongue in horror. But the mother elephant did not do it, I think my temper is too rough. She could not see the baby elephant suffer half, wide beak to my ears, "chirp -" roar. My head buzzed like hitting a wall, my eyes were glazed over, and my eardrums were swollen. The roar, then ten rock bands playing at the same time more powerful.

I dare not scold the elephant and dare not let it moan again, so I can only cry with it. When he was screaming in pain, I also pulled up my throat and cried out in pain; when his body shivered, I also shivered and rolled on the ground; when he flung his trunk in pain, I also grabbed my chest and shook as if I had been shot.

The male and female elephants probably thought it was fair that their baby and I were both in pain, or maybe they thought it was funny that I was crying and screaming, so they quieted down and stopped interfering with my treatment.

I finally cleaned the baby elephant's wound, sprinkled anti-inflammatory powder, and wrapped it up with thick gauze.

After a while, the baby elephant stood up, limping and barely able to walk. The male and female elephants then left me behind and flocked into the woods with the baby elephant.

One afternoon, a month or so later, I was walking down that road again. Suddenly, with a "thud", a wild beehive bigger than a winter melon fell in front of me, filled with golden honey. I looked up, and oh, it was the family elephant that had kidnapped me, standing in the grass by the side of the road, flapping its ears and waving its trunk at me in a friendly manner. The wild beehive was their way of paying for my medical care.

The baby elephant also ran up to me cheerfully, its soft trunk reaching up to my nose. People and people show affection by extending their hands to each other to shake hands; elephants and elephants show affection by hooking the tips of their trunks and noses together to shake noses. Unfortunately, my trunk is only one inch high, so I can't shake its nose.