Wasp therapy

This winter, the weather was cold and humid, and many people in the town suffered from rheumatism. There was a man named Marcovado whose wife and young daughter also suffered from rheumatism.

　　One day, an article in the newspaper about wasps caught Marcovado's attention, and he muttered to himself: "Can the venom on the wasp's thorns really cure rheumatism?" He read it over and over again. After several times, he finally decided to try it out, and even if it failed, it wouldn't get in the way. This is not a waste of money, and it doesn't hurt people. Who hasn't been stung by a wasp two or three times when he was a child?

　　So Marcovado began to catch wasps. He came to the park and pricked up his ears to listen to all kinds of humming sounds. He stared at all the insects flying around him.

　　The hard work paid off, and Marcovado noticed: a wasp with a full belly circled in the air for a while, and then got into a tree hole. Marcovado heard the "rustling" sound in the tree hole, and the hordes of wasps flew in and out, which showed that there was a large hive in the tree hole.

　　So Marcovado took out a round glass bottle that he carried with him, and he deliberately coated the bottom of the bottle with two fingers of jam. He opened the bottle and placed it next to the tree hole. Soon a wasp flew over, buzzing around the bottle, and lured by the sweetness of the jam, it got into the bottle. Marcovado nimbly covered the bottle with paper, covered it, and cheered: "I got it, I got it!"

　　"What did you catch?" A little old man next to him had been paying attention to Marcovado for a long time, so he leaned over and asked.

　　Marcovado said the cause and effect, and the little old man's eyes lit up when he heard it: "God, I'm also tortured by the damn rheumatism, you give me a shot first!" Then he said that he was a lonely old man, no money to see a doctor.

　　Marcovado was a warm-hearted man, and when he heard it, he immediately agreed.

　　The little old man didn't even have to take off his clothes. Hopefully, he lifted the corners of his coat and shirt, revealing his low back pain through a hole in the torn cotton sweater.

　　Marcovado aimed the mouth of the bottle at his waist and removed the cap. But the wasp was motionless in the bottle. Could it be that it fell asleep? To wake it up, Marcovado knocked hard on the bottom of the bottle. The knock really worked, and the wasp was stimulated, and immediately rushed towards the mouth of the bottle, stabbing the poisonous thorn into the little old man's waist.

　　"Ouch!" The little old man stood up abruptly in pain. As he rubbed the stabbed part, a series of cursing words came out, "Monster... devil..." He held out his chest and scolded Marcovado. After scolding him, he realized that, alas, he had never straightened his waist so majestically! It seems that this wasp therapy is indeed effective.

　　The first time Marcovado's experiment was successful, he happily loaded two wasps and went home. He first persuaded his wife to receive treatment. The wife complained repeatedly that the wasp stings made her burn unbearably, but it seemed that the rheumatic pain had also eased a lot. The daughter refused to be stung. She cried and was stabbed by her father, but the child soon forgot the pain and laughed again.

　　That night, the little old man in the park found Marcovado's house. This time, in addition to asking for another needle, he also brought another old man. The man dragged one leg and begged Marcovado to start treatment immediately.

　　In this way, the news that Marcovado could cure rheumatism with wasps quickly spread throughout the town. Every day, Marcovado's house is always crowded with patients, not only lonely old people, beggars, homeless people, but also many well-dressed gentlemen and ladies. Marcovado's technique also became more and more skilled. He pressed the bottle on the patient's waist like a needle, and then removed the cap. After the wasp stung, he was like a seasoned doctor, calmly rubbing the stab with an alcohol cotton ball.

　　Now, Marcovado always keeps half a dozen wasps in reserve, and those glass bottles of wasps are arranged on a shelf, and each bottle contains only one wasp. If the wasps run out, he sends his daughter to catch them.

　　Now even if her daughter is stung by a wasp, she doesn't cry or make trouble. She knows that this is good for her body, and others have to spend money to be stung.

　　Her daughter's courage is getting bigger and bigger. That day, in order to catch faster and more, she directly stretched the bottle into the hive. At first, she didn't notice anything unusual. When the hive was swarming with black pressure and a deafening hum, she knew something was wrong, oh my god, the enraged wasps were all out and flew out in droves!

　　Although her daughter was afraid, she still did not forget her mission. She picked up the bottle and ran wildly, just like a car. The swarm of wasps, like the billowing exhaust gas from the back of the car, followed closely behind her.

　　Where can a chased child run? Of course run home!

　　At this time, Marcovado was saying to his patients, "Wait a little longer, the wasps will be here soon." Sure enough, when his daughter knocked on the door, Marcovado opened the door, and a nest of wasps broke into the room.

　　There were wasps all over the room, and the patients waved their arms and tried to get rid of them, but to no avail.

　　However, the movements of the patients were miraculously agile and light, and the stiff joints became flexible and free during vigorous movements.

　　Soon, firefighters came and so did the ambulance.

　　Marcovado's patients were all carried into the hospital, cursing Marcovado as a quack and vowing to settle accounts with him.

　　In fact, they didn't know that Marcovado was also sent in together, lying among them, and the atmosphere didn't dare to come out! Fortunately, Marcovado's face was stung beyond recognition by a wasp, and no one could recognize it.