When I was in junior high school, I liked fishing; I also had time to go fishing on weekends. Unlike today's junior high school students who have endless homework all day long.

When I fish, I use earthworms as bait and put the earthworms on the fishhook, so the whole fishhook looks like a part of the earthworm.

As long as the fish bites the earthworm into its mouth or swallows it, the fishhook hidden in the earthworm will hook the fish's body. To put it bluntly, fishing involves using earthworms to lure fish into swallowing hooks.

After fishing for a while, I stopped. Firstly, fishing is time-consuming, and it usually takes at least half a day to go out. Another reason is that an unexpected little thing happened.

The incident was also caused by a fishhook. One time I came back from fishing and forgot that there was an earthworm on the hook. One of my reed chickens ate this "earthworm" as a delicacy. Oops, fishing has turned into fishing for chickens.

The chicken struggled a few times, then stood still and could not walk. It was obvious that it hurt.

When I found out, I was at a loss and very scared. Is it possible to kill the chicken? But this is a hen that is very good at laying eggs.

Several family members and neighbors gathered around. It was the first time for everyone to see this new thing. But no one seems to have a solution. I felt like I was in trouble and was going to kill the chicken.

"Let's operate on the chicken." I didn't expect that this sentence came from my sixty-year-old grandma.

I remembered that my grandma not only taught in a private school before liberation, but also worked as a nurse in a hospital for a period of time. If she can say this, she must have the confidence.

Grandma took a pair of scissors and cut the fishhook line. Then he sat on the chair holding the chicken. She put the chicken belly up on her lap and asked my brother and me to help fix the chicken's wings and feet to prevent it from struggling.

Grandma touched the chicken's crop with her hands and determined the position of the fishhook. Then pluck the chicken feathers from the crop, cut the skin of the chicken directly with a razor, and then cut open the crop. The incision was about three centimeters long and there was very little bleeding.

At that time, many people in our rural areas had an old-fashioned folding razor, which was used to shave adults or children. However, it was used by grandma as a scalpel.

Grandma put two fingers into the chicken's crop and pinched the fishhook, but she couldn't pull it out. Because there is a barb on the end of the fishhook, the fishhook has penetrated into the esophagus near the crop.

Grandma used one hand to push up the chicken's esophagus so that the fishhook could be seen more clearly. She used a razor to carefully cut a small slit where the fishhook was stuck, and used two fingers to pull out the fishhook.

Grandma used the sewing needle and suture at home and soaked it in vegetable oil. Then the crack in the chicken's esophagus was directly and continuously sutured, and finally tied with a knot and cut off. Then sew the chicken crop back like sewing clothes. The skin of the chicken was sewn using the same technique.

After sewing, grandma applied a layer of vegetable oil at home on the wound of the chicken and released the chicken.

Strangely enough, there is no disinfection, no anesthesia, and no need for anti-inflammatory injections. The chicken can eat in two or three days. Later, she recovered well and continued to lay eggs for several years.

I haven’t fished since.

Looking back on this incident now, I think grandma is really amazing. What she was doing at the time was the equivalent of a professional veterinarian. She had no hesitation or fear, and her movements were very neat and confident, not at all like an old lady in the countryside.

Even now, this matter still needs professional veterinarians to solve. Perhaps because chickens are often killed in rural areas, grandma knows the body structure of chickens very well.

Besides, I quite admire her courage. Fortunately, she stepped forward at the critical moment and helped me out, which also made me feel less guilty.