Author: Riding a pig to dig a hole

"This is a high-precision pressure sensor that can monitor, transmit and record the pressure on the skin."

Wang Dali took out something like a large band-aid and stuck it firmly on Zhu Jun's heel, wrapping his entire heel tightly.

He explained carefully: "You still stimulate the skin to urinate every day as usual, but now what you need to press is not the skin, but the sensor."

"It may take some practice at first to master the strength. Once the strength is stabilized each time, it will be easier to handle."

"When your family exerts force, the sensor can detect the pressure value on the skin, then record it and transmit it to our equipment. Once we master the precise pressure required to stimulate the skin, we can recreate it through a simple mechanical structure.

Show this process.”

"When the time comes, I will put on an anklet for you, and it will be able to receive signals and stimulate the skin to urinate. Generally speaking, this function is not difficult."

"As for the wireless device that sends signals, considering that you have been using mouth-controlled devices to play games in the past few years, my initial idea is to make something similar that you can operate with your mouth and send signals to the anklet.

Signal."

"Of course, where to put it depends on you."

When Wang Dali said this, he paused and showed a questioning look: "So, do you have any ideas?"

Zhu Jun thought for a while and said, "Mr. Wang, I have the same idea as you. I also think it's best to use your mouth to control the sending of signals."

"Because I can only move my head, I have a ventilator inserted into my neck, I have to wear headphones to play games, and I also have a game joystick in my mouth. So it is best for this thing to be flush with my mouth so that I can use it when I want to.

.”

Wang Dali's eyes roamed Zhu Jun's face, lingering on his glasses for a while, and then asked: "Are you always at home? Do you wear glasses at home and when you go out?"

"Yes. I wear glasses no matter what I do. I am usually at home. I ride in a wheelchair when I go out. Then I lie on the bed at home. Some enthusiastic netizens helped me make a gaming bed for me to lie on.

Use the joystick to play games.”

Zhu Jun answered seriously, telling all about his life trajectory without missing any details.

Wang Dali nodded while listening. He waited until the other party had almost finished speaking before speaking slowly.

"I thought about it, if possible, I can modify your glasses and add an operating lever, just like the microphone of the headset. It is usually placed near your mouth. When you need to operate it, you only need to turn your head slightly.

If you bite it, you can send a signal."

Zhu Jun said excitedly: "Is it like the microphone of the headset? It sounds very good. I have no feeling below the neck now, but it's fine if I turn my neck."

"Yes, I can also make the top end into a blowing mode, just like your joystick, so it is easier for you to operate it in your mouth. If you think it's ok, I can make a sample next week and bring it over to try.

try."

Zhu Jun was immediately excited: "Great, Mr. Wang, samples will be available next week? You are moving too fast."

Wang Dali laughed: "Actually, it can be faster, but it is safer to test the stress test for a few more days, and we will continue to adjust the values ​​later, so that it will be more accurate."

In the next few days, every time Zhu Jun urinates, he will ask his brother to balance the force and try as many times as possible to give more pressure values.

These values ​​were faithfully recorded in the instrument next to the hospital bed and then sent to Wang Dali's office wirelessly.

A week later, Wang Dali appeared in the ward again with a pair of spectacle frames.

After he asked Zhu Jun to put it on, he took off a thin rod from the temples and adjusted the angle so that it hung just beside Zhu Jun's mouth.

Zhu Jun turned his head and easily bit the top of the thin rod.

There is a small hole at the top through which air can be blown or inhaled.

"You can try it when you need to pee and see if it works."

Wang Dali said: "If there is anything awkward or uncomfortable, you can tell me and I will make improvements."

Zhu Ming reminded from the side: "There are still ten minutes until the next time you urinate."

The three of them held their watches and waited excitedly.

Ten minutes passed and the time was up.

Zhu Jun gently bit the thin rod and was about to blow air into it, when he suddenly remembered something.

He looked at Wang Dali hesitantly: "Well, if you blow, how big a breath should you blow?"

Wang Dali suddenly felt dumbfounded: "A little airflow is enough. Just blow it in your mouth. You don't need lungs."

"Oh." Zhu Jun was relieved, took the thin rod in his mouth, and blew in gently.

Almost instantly, orange urine flowed out of the tube of the silicone urinal, and the urine bag was half full in an instant.

Since Zhu Jun got rid of his urinary catheter, he bought an external urinator, which is put on the outside of the organ and has a tube connected to the urine bag to solve daily urination problems.

The price is not expensive, only thirty or forty yuan a set. As long as you change and wash it frequently, there will be no infection problem.

Seeing that the controller was working, the three people cheered immediately.

"Haha, I can finally pee freely."

The excitement in Zhu Jun's heart was hard to express for a moment.

For Wang Dali, Director Wu and others, this may be just a trivial matter at work.

But for him, it is the meaning of life.

His life was originally like a dark room, full of despair and loneliness, sinking in the never-ending darkness.

Even a small positive change in his life can completely change his life.

From urinary tract infection, kidney failure to bladder function recovery, and from urinary incontinence to spontaneous urination, these things are like lamps of hope, shining light on the vast road of life little by little, illuminating the direction he is heading forward.

He is no longer confused, no longer in pain, no longer desperate.

He knew there was a road ahead, and could vaguely see tall buildings in the distance, and heard laughter and laughter in the gray fog.

He knows he is not alone.

On this road, there are many friends who share the same goals, move forward all the way, and are always willing to lend a hand and give me a hand.

And the road under his feet, unknowingly, changed from the muddy path at the beginning to a flat cement road, allowing him to walk faster and more steadily.

******

Station B is Zhu Jun's home base. From the first video to the current game live broadcast, he has been warmly welcomed by fans.

Countless people were moved by his 9-year struggle and perseverance, and they were all moved to tears.

People regain their confidence, take courage, and rekindle their hope in life here.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he suffered a lot, but never thought of giving up. While he warmed himself, he also illuminated others. He was a truly strong man.

It can be said that he is a benchmark for positive energy on the Internet.

But, I don’t know why, Zhu Jun has been off the air for several months.

Fans have left messages asking about his news, hoping to get the latest updates.

The Internet has always had memories. Fans were deeply impressed by his request for medical treatment two years ago and were afraid that something bad might happen to him again.

"Where is the anchor? It feels like there has been no live broadcast for a long time."

"I miss the anchor's pentakill so much. Now I don't even enjoy watching other people's pentakill. Only the anchor's pentakill is interesting to me."

"That's right, after all, others rely on their hands to kill five, and the anchor relies on his mouth to kill five, so of course he is good at it."

"I bet that the anchor is lying on that gorgeous e-sports bed, secretly practicing new heroes, waiting for his stunning debut and killing everyone."

"But this has been too long. It has been more than three months and there is no news at all. I should explain it anyway."

"Do you think the anchor is sick and hospitalized again?"

"It's hard to say. The anchor's body has always been in the hospital for rescue from time to time."

"To be able to stay in the hospital for such a long time, it seems that his condition is not serious."

"Don't talk nonsense. If you really get sick, the host will definitely ask his family to come and seek medical treatment, just like last time."

"You are thinking too much. In the past two years, the host has rarely been as seriously ill as before."

"Don't think too much. The host must be busy with his own affairs. He may be in a relationship and has no time to talk to us."

"Yes, although there is no news, it at least means there is no bad news."

"I hope so. I wish the anchor is safe and back soon."

Fans were talking a lot, worried and doubtful, but they didn't think much about it.

Most people felt that Zhu Jun must be busy with his own affairs and would come back after a while to surprise everyone.

After all, paraplegic patients have a lot of troubles. It is normal for them to disappear for a few months and then come back. Besides, this kind of thing has not happened to Zhu Jun before.

However, the surprise came earlier than everyone imagined.

On a dull weekend, Zhu Ming's fans all received a broadcast launch notification.

They were surprised and delighted, and immediately rushed into the live broadcast room.

When the familiar face appeared in front of the camera, fans breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great, the anchor is indeed fine."
To be continued...