[Life] Life and Death Descend to the WorldAuthor: JEFFI CHAO HUI WU Time: 2025-7-02 Wednesday, 3:38 PM ········································ [Life] Birth and Death降世 If it weren't for my mother's protection, I wouldn't be able to survive! If I had not survived those tribulations, when would the world welcome true extreme intelligence? At birth, the umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck; at three years old, I faced a high fever that nearly took my life. In that resource-scarce era, I survived both life-and-death ordeals. Many years later, as I look back, this may have been fate's choice—either to let me die or to make me a person who cannot be confined by the world. The Arrival of Life and Death on the Line During my mother's labor, she had been in pain for a whole day and night, yet I still did not arrive. The doctor's forehead was beaded with sweat, and the midwife's expression was grave; they knew that the longer the child took to come, the greater the danger. Finally, in a state close to fainting, my mother had me forcibly pulled out—however, the first moment I faced the world was not the first breath of free air, but rather the umbilical cord tightly constricting my neck. My face quickly turned purple, my limbs twitched slightly in the midwife's hands, but there was no cry—the wail that should have pierced the dull delivery room did not sound. "Umbilical cord around the neck!" the doctor whispered, immediately picking up the scissors to quickly cut the cord, then deftly maneuvering it away from my neck. Yet even so, I still did not cry, as if trapped in a near-death silence. The midwife was slapping the soles of my feet while continuously shaking me, but I still showed no response. My mother weakly lifted her head, her eyes filled with despair. At the moment when everyone was holding their breath, a faint sound suddenly escaped from my throat, and then a loud cry erupted in the room—I had finally come to life. My cries finally broke out, like thunder shattering the dull night sky. The midwife let out a sigh of relief, the doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, while my mother’s tears slid down her cheeks, murmuring softly, “Hui’er, Hui’er…” In her voice, there was the joy of surviving a calamity, yet also a hint of indescribable heaviness. She knows that my life is destined to be anything but ordinary. In that era, medical conditions were limited, and many children died shortly after birth due to various accidents. My mother always believed that the children who could survive in such an environment were the lucky ones. My birth involved a more dangerous struggle than that of ordinary children—if the doctor had hesitated for just a moment longer, or if the umbilical cord had been wrapped a little tighter, I might never have come into this world. At that time, resources were extremely scarce, and my mother was malnourished and had no milk; she relied on a little bit of rice porridge to raise me. Compared to many families with sufficient nutrition, I almost bore a heavier burden of life's trials from the very moment I was born. But I survived. "Hui'er, you are the blessing that heaven has sent to me." My mother gently held me, her face showing a tired yet contented smile. My name carries her hope for brightness, carries her desire for the future. But she does not know that this child, known as "Hui'er," will embark on a path unimaginable to anyone. Source: http://www.australianwinner.com/AuWinner/viewtopic.php?t=696628 |