[Adapted from real experience... I hope this day will never happen]
Medically speaking, I was not blind, but that morning, my world did disappear.
Xu Weixi woke up one morning in her sophomore year and found that the world in front of her was covered with a layer of frosted glass. Being highly myopic, she experienced for the first time how terrifying it was to lose the function of her glasses.
The doctor flipped through the examination sheet: There is nothing wrong with the retina. Let's stay in the hospital for observation.
The counselor looked at the leave application form: If the parents don't come to sign, how can we prove the seriousness?
The mother asked anxiously on the other end of the phone: Do you want me to go over now?
And she just put the phone on her tear-stained face: No, Mom, I can do it.
From the school hospital to the provincial hospital, from the blurry vision chart to the blurry future, Xu Weixi struggled to pass through the gaps in the medical system.
It wasn't until the day she regained her sight that she realized that the most painful thing was never the pain itself, but the need to prove to others that she was really in pain.
When medical data meets real fears, when rules and regulations meet real pain, how sick do we have to be before we are qualified to talk about pain?
Full text completed on 2025.8.13
Full text revised on 2026.2.12
Intention: We must grow up bravely
