My Mother Used Toilet Maggots to Treat Her Legs, and I Applauded

My younger brother fell and was injured while riding a motorcycle. The flesh and blood on his thigh were turned out and the bones were visible. Instead of sending her to the hospital for treatment, my mother went to the latrine and picked up the fattest maggots with chopsticks. He pressed the soup and water on his younger brother's legs. I tried to stop her, but my mother said: "You know what you're talking about on TV. You can use maggots to treat trauma, and it will heal quickly." That night my brother developed a high fever and I sent him to the hospital. Unfortunately, his leg was seriously infected and had to be amputated. My mother blamed me for turning my brother into a cripple, and my brother was also resentful. The two conspired to lock me in the cellar. I was tortured in the dark cellar for six full years, struggling to death in pain. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my brother's wound became inflamed. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.