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徐学惠的双手
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阿随搞笑了，徐学惠的双手是一次性斩去的，哪有什么斩了一只又来一只的鬼话？下面是百度全科上提供的资料：
1959年3月2日，在云南边境某国营农场营业所，十八岁的女出纳员徐学惠工作到深夜才休息。四点左右，忽然听到一阵不寻常的声响，几把钢刀已对准她的胸膛。她一面大声呼喊“来人哪，抓土匪”，一面奋不顾身推开匪徒双手紧紧抱住了内装五六万元现款的铁箱。丧心病狂的匪徒举起长刀将姑娘的双手砍下，徐学惠身负重伤昏厥过去。住在附近的转业军人王天林闻声持枪赶了过来，他一枪击毙扛铁箱的土匪，夺下了国家的财产。徐学惠虽失去双手，但苏醒后第一句话仍是：“匪徒呢？钱箱还在不在？”
倒是X－ray的插话让我想起了往事。从我的自传中拷贝一段（《黑崽子。第１６章领导阶级》）:
But King was still keen with his "technical innovation". One day, he asked me to go with him to the engineering workshop to plane a few wood boards for the trolley that he was making. When we got to the planing machine, however, I hesitated. I asked him whether we should ask the carpenters for help, but he did not agree. Not to worry, he assured me, he knew what he was doing. So here he was, pressing and pushing the board in order for it to slide slowly over the spinning blades.
"Yeah, I know why you are afraid." He grinned while his hand was approaching the spinning blades. "This machine is a tiger that has bitten many people..."
Just at that moment, I thought I saw something fly through the air, but it was too fast to be sure. I looked at King, he was grinning. Then I looked at his hand and was immediately paralyzed by horror.
"Master King!"
"What?"
"You...your..." I was shivering violently and could only point at his right hand in despair.
He lowered his head to have a look and his face immediately turned ashen. Both of the index and middle fingers of his right hand had been cut off. The smooth surfaces of the cuts showed white bones surrounded by red flesh, looking like sections of sausages. Then, blood spurted out like a fountain.
I took off my belt and tied his arm tightly, then carried him to the factory clinic. The doctor decided to send him to hospital immediately. When the truck carrying us was about to set off, I cried out:
"Hold on!"
Then I jumped off and rushed back to the workshop. After a painstaking search, I finally dug the two bloody fingers out of the junk of wooden pieces. They looked reasonably clean as they were wrapped in the canvas glove fingers that were cut off along with them. Then I hurried back to the truck. For a time, the media had boasted about our great breakthrough in the medical front, reporting cases in which doctors had successfully re-planted cut-off legs and hands. Unlike those smashed by a punching machine, these fingers were intact and the cuts clean. It would not be difficult to suture them back onto King's hand.
Sitting in the truck, I held the fingers gently as if they were made of soft dough. Meanwhile, I had to suppress the bizarre urge to look at them, as I felt sick every time I did so. When we reached the hospital, I tried to hand my precious possessions over to the doctor. But he refused to accept.
"What are they? " He demanded, looking at the fingers in disgust.
"They are only the cut-off fingers. I thought you might need them."
"What for?" He stared at me as if I was an idiot.
"Well, I thought perhaps you could re-plant them back to his hand, as the newspaper..."
"You must be joking!"
"But the newspaper says..."
"Then you can go find the editor and ask him to do the operation! We don't have the technology here. Throw them into the rubbish bin over there. Go on! What are you waiting for?"
I was very cross and felt let down. For a moment, I wondered if I should tell the doctor that these fingers were state property and he was committing a crime by ordering me to throw them away. But I changed my mind and gave up the precious fingers. Perhaps he was not capable enough to do the job, or perhaps the newspaper had lied. Who could tell?
Incredibly, after King came back, he still kept his enthusiasm for his "innovation" so as to increase the production and make contributions to the world revolution. But this did not bother me. Actually, nothing bothered me anymore, not the toxic environment, or even Ben. My life was no longer miserable and I was the happiest man in the world. Something wonderful had just happened in my life: After two years away, Grace had finally come to me.
作者：芦笛 在 罕见奇谈 发贴, 来自 http://www.hjclub.org |
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徐学惠的双手
