People who are too smart often forget the most basic common sense!
"No beauty or evil in everything, it will cause disaster." Many people don't quite understand what "smartness is wronged by intelligence" means, but in fact it means being over-" People who are too smart often forget the most basic common sense!"
watched online videos, and a master swears, "Why are homeless men's messy hair so dense and not bald? That's because they don't wash their hair, so the reason for baldness must be caused by shampoo!"
, a pity, the comments are very powerful - homeless men usually don't use their brains!
Why do homeless people have so dense hair and not bald?
Pearl Buck In "East Wind·Western Wind", through the mouth of a medical doctor studying abroad, he expressed his heartache about the so-called superstition and stupidity - try to translate it as follows:
'Do you remember the Yu family next to Drum Tower ? His second wife tried to hang herself because she could no longer stand her mother-in-law's poisonous tongue. They called me, and to be honest, I can save her! She was discovered just when she released the rope - just now! I prepared first aid measures immediately. At this time, an old uncle came in. He was a wine seller. You remember that Mr. Yu had passed away, and the wine seller is now the head of the family. He rushed in angrily and immediately asked for the old method. He found the monk and beat the gong, trying to bring back the woman's soul and gather her relatives to put the poor unconscious girl - she was less than twenty - in a kneeling position, and then they carefully stuffed her nose and mouth with cotton and cloth, and wrapped her clothes on her face! '
' But - but,' I said, 'This is the usual way - we always do it. Look, too many souls have left, they must block their orifices and keep the rest. ’
He began to turn the room angrily, and then, stopped in front of me, his lips tightly closed. I could even hear his rapid gasp. He was staring at me.
’What! ’ He yelled. 'You think so too? ’
I was so scared that I stepped back.
’Is she dead? ’ I whispered.
'Did you die? If I do this for a long time, will you die? ’ He grabbed my hands roughly with one hand and blocked his handkerchief against my mouth and nose with the other. I twisted his hand away and pulled the handkerchief away. He laughed loudly, like a barking dog, and then, sat down and buried his head in his hand. We are quietly immersed in infinite pain.
We are quietly immersed in infinite pain.
Thanks to Pearl Buck for introducing us to such an ancient method of rescuing suicide. I don’t know if this stupid method called superstition works. I just think that this smart doctor has forgotten something? Can it be the same for blocking the seven orifices of a person who has no breathing? If this girl who has no breath feels suffocated, isn’t she already saved?
looked up ancient books. Not to mention, there is really such a way to rescue them. As early as , the ancient forensic work " Xi'an Jilu " written by the Southern Song , Song Ci , was recorded as follows:
Song Tixing's "Xi'an Jilu" related content for rescuing suicide
If you hang, you can still be saved from morning to night even if you are cold; it is a little difficult from night to early. If the heart is warm, it can still be saved for more than a day. You cannot cut the rope, but you can just hug it and lie down freely, so that one person can step on his shoulders and pull his hair tightly with his hands. One person twists his throat slightly, and then rubs his chest with his hands to spread it. One person grinds his arms and stretches his feet. If it is already stiff, he will gradually bend it hard; and press his abdomen. After a long meal, the breath came out of the mouth, and then breathed and opened the eyes. Don't work hard. He also used Shaoguan Gui Decoction and porridge to moisten the throat. He also asked the two to blow the pen tube into their ears. If you save this, there will be no one who will not be alive.
Another method: Use your hands to sway your mouth tightly, and do not let the ventilation be. If you are anxious at least two hours, you will be alive.
is divided into powder using soapcorns, asarum , and soybeans may be blown into both nostrils.
Pay attention to the second method: press the deceased's mouth tightly with your hands to prevent it from venting. After about two hours, you will be alive if you are anxious. I seriously suspect that this is the second first aid method that the doctor in overseas studies adopted when the first method was used by the doctor, and that the throat, chest, back, and limbs were still ineffective.
, it’s a pity that this method, for some reason, did not work in the end.
East Wind, West Wind by Pearl S. Buck
Attachment: Original English
’Do you remember the Yu family next to the Drum Tower? Their Second Lady tried to commit suicide today by hanging herself! It seems she could no longer endure the viperish tongue of her mother-in-law. They called me in and, mind you, I could have saved her! She had only just let go the rope when they found her—only just! I prepared the remedies at once.
Then in came the aged uncle, who is a wine merchant. Old Mr. Yu, you remember, is dead, and the wine merchant is the head of the family now. He came in blustering and angle and at once demanded that the old methods should be used. He sent for the priests to beat the gongs to call the woman’s soul back, and her relatives gathered about and placed the poor unconscious girl—she is not twenty yet— into a kneeing position on the floor; then they deliberately filled her nose and mouth with cotton and clothes and bound clothing around her face!’
’But—but,’ I said, ‘it is the custom—it is what is always done. You see, so much of the spirit is already escaped that they must keep the rest in by closing the orifices .’
He had begun to walk around the room in his agitation. Now he stopped before me, his lips pressed together. I could hear his quick breathing. He actually glared at me.
'What!' he shouted. 'You, too?'
I shrank back.
'Did she die?' I whispered.
'Die? Would you die if I did this long enough?' and he seized my hands in one of his and placed his handkerchief roughly over my mouth and nose. I twisted free and tore it away. He gave a laugh as hard as a dog’s bark and sat down with his head in his hands, and we remained in silence as heavy as pain.
—East Wind, West Wind by Pearl S. Buck
