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Following the example of “Xiao Shuo,” have a segment where people share their thoughts at the end of each season. I have been part of the HaiChuan family for over 4 years now; I continuously draw nourishment from HaiChuan every day to enrich myself, and at the same time I recommend HaiChuan to my friends around me, hoping that more people will get to know and understand it ； From time to time, I also share my experiences, insights, and knowledge on HaiChuan; it might help some fellow netizens, or it might not. But this process is quite enjoyable. I have been working in the chemical machinery industry for over 8 years now; I started as a field technician, gradually worked my way up to become a technician, and now I am the supervisor of mechanical repairs. There are no shortcuts; it depends on one’s own diligence and willingness to endure hardship. At HaiChuan, a series titled “Guess the Equipment from Pictures” was launched; it ran for a whole year. Although there were occasional gaps, every effort was made to publish one episode per week, without failing to do so at any point. I’m sharing the equipment I’ve seen in my current company, for everyone’s entertainment and learning. On July 25th, I won a little prince figure, and I was very happy. I put aside the matters related to the forum and focused all my attention on my daughter; watching her change day by day filled my heart with indescribable love. Before having children, I didn’t like them at all; I thought they were noisy, disruptive, and cried a lot, with nothing cute about them. I couldn’t understand why other people loved them so much. But after having my own child, I don’t find it noisy or disruptive at all; even when she cries, it seems adorable to me. Watching every movement and expression of hers makes my heart melt. I resigned from my previous job in 2016 and returned to work locally. The wage gap is, of course, self-evident, but the decision to return was indeed due to some compelling reasons. In December 2015, my wife was 38 weeks pregnant; during a routine check-up, the fetal heartbeat could not be detected, so the doctor immediately ordered an ultrasound. The results were heartbreaking: the baby no longer had a heartbeat, and since it was full term, an induction of labor was necessary. I was working in another city at the time; when I received the call, it was like a shock to me, and I rushed back to my hometown that very night. The next day, when they met their daughter-in-law, the two of them hugged each other and cried, not understanding why the child had disappeared suddenly; all previous test results had been normal, so there were no signs at all. But a baby can’t stay in its mother’s womb forever. She was admitted to the hospital that day for induction, and gave birth just after 5 a.m. Yet we will never hear our daughter’s cries; she left this world before she even saw it. (While typing these words, tears kept welling up in my eyes.) My wife cries every day, avoids seeing anyone, and has even quit her job. When comforted, she would say that she understands the logic, but just can’t figure it out. I spend every day with her and give her medicine to reduce milk production ； That night, lying in bed, she listened to Stefanie Sun’s \"Little Luck\" and cried bitterly ； She often wakes up at night, saying that she feels her daughter lying beside her, wanting to be fed. I could only hold her, crying as well. The New Year is coming soon. On the fourth day of the New Year, my mother told my sister that she kept feeling a tightness in her neck, as if the collar of her sweater had become narrower. That night, I went to the clinic in town for a check-up; the doctor said it was goiter and suggested that I go to the hospital for an ultrasound. When the results of the ultrasound examination came back, I was shocked: thyroid adenoma (benign; malignancy unknown) ； Go see a doctor right away to get it confirmed. That doctor was annoying too; she wasn’t sure whether it was malignant or not, and then she told my mother and my wife, “You go outside,” leaving me behind. Speak to me privately; it’s not certain whether this is malignant, and it’s necessary to go to the Second Affiliated Hospital of Xi’an Jiaotong University for an examination. It’s over; my mom was asked to leave. Even an idiot knows what’s going on. No matter how we tried to explain things to her at home that night, it was useless; she said we were lying to her, that it was a malignant tumor (95% of thyroid adenomas are benign), and she wanted to go back to her hometown and no longer stay in that house. Crying cannot be stopped no matter how much you try to comfort them. Fortunately, my cousin came to our house that night; she’s a doctor, and she told my mom, \"Auntie, it’s nothing serious – it’s not malignant; everything is fine.\" “If it’s malignant, you’ll feel something when swallowing food,” and only then did she gradually calm down. I naturally can’t feel at ease. On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, I drove my wife and mother to Xijing Hospital. The hospital is closed on that day, so since there was no place to go during the day, we went for a walk around Xi’an with my mother. I visited the bell tower and the drum tower, went to Hui People’s Street, and had some Hu La Tang (the soup is cold, and the bread is cold as well) ； That day was strange; Xi’an was extremely cold, just like our moods. Looking at the beautiful scenery, but without the mood to appreciate it. I stayed at my cousin’s house overnight and got up at 5 a.m. to go to Xijing Hospital to make an appointment. As soon as I reached the hospital entrance, I was shocked. Floors 1 to 5 of the outpatient building are packed with people! ! ! ! ! After much effort, I managed to get a appointment and saw the doctor. The doctor asked for another ultrasound, so another one was done. By the time the results were available, it was already afternoon. In the afternoon, the expert doctor from the morning didn’t show up; a regular doctor took his place, and another wait ensued. After finally getting close to the doctor, I wanted to talk to him about my condition. But he said something in the Shaanxi dialect: “Your condition isn’t serious; it’s not malignant, but the tumor is quite large. If you want to have surgery, I’ll write a prescription for you so that you can be admitted to the hospital.” My wife and I decided that since we were already there, we might as well get treated before going back. So I went back to the first floor to go through the admission procedures, and it was even more frightening there – the hall where those procedures are handled was so crowded that it was impossible to get in; if I waited any longer, it would probably be time for the staff to leave work. So they contacted acquaintances to see if local hospitals could perform it. Once in contact, it’s really possible. So he ran back, panting again. Yet my mood along the way was completely different; I had never felt the sky so blue, the sun so warm, or the scenery so beautiful. After returning, I went to the radiology department of the same hospital (there’s no way out of this cycle) to have tests such as iodine absorption done (I forgot what exactly). After that, I took the results to another doctor so that he could issue a admission order. After examining it, the doctor said it was some kind of condition of a mild nature, and no treatment was needed; just have regular check-ups every six months. I’m in a great mood. It’s been almost 3 years now, with check-ups every six months. I took my mother for a check-up in June, and everything was fine. After this incident, I thought about why I work – it’s surely to make things better for my family. But when things were bad at home and I wasn’t there, were the choices I made really the right ones? I think it’s wrong. So I resigned and returned, finding a job locally. I didn’t plan to stay there for long, but more than a year later the company promoted me to mechanical repair supervisor. The reason given was that my abilities, sense of responsibility, and emotional intelligence were all sufficient to handle this position (although it was a difficult role and no one wanted to take it on). Still, I managed to get promoted after all. The birth of my daughter gave more weight to that decision at the time. The weight that had been in my heart for nearly three years finally lifted. Perhaps it’s because I reached the lowest point in my life before, and now I’m rebounding from there. I’ve written so much in a rather scattered manner; actually, it’s about expressing the thoughts that I’ve kept to myself for several years. I want to talk to someone, but I’m afraid they’ll think I’m being pretentious. I’ve had little contact with friends and classmates these past years, for fear that they might ask questions. So, one month after her daughter was born, she decided to share her thoughts with everyone at Hai Chuan, as a way to bring an end to those unpleasant times. I hope fellow sailors won’t find this funny. It’s the gesture my daughter makes while breastfeeding, as shown in the picture. After checking, the ones available as QQ emojis are of very poor quality; it’s this gesture exactly. If you don’t believe it, go and see for yourself. Heheheh Chemical equipment and machinery