After dinner, it should be the most relaxing time for patients and their families. Patients who can walk in the hospital corridor will also go to other wards to talk about their illness, talk about treatment plans and introduce good rehabilitation experiences. Family members also talk about their parents' childhood. After a long time, everyone is familiar with it. How old is the patient with bed number, where is his home, what job he does, how many children he has, where he works and how is his condition? Sometimes people talk about the harvest of crops and even the hot news in some countries. They can laugh when they are happy, or they can talk until late at night before returning to the stuffy ward.

Besides chatting, everyone is also willing to help each other and take care of each other, such as helping to eat, helping to see the infusion, calling the nurse and helping the patient go out for a walk. Everyone is like a big family sharing weal and woe!

I remember a young man living next door to my ward. He is only 42 years old and has a cerebral infarction. He can't speak, and he has no consciousness of swallowing. Therefore, he relies on the nurse to feed liquid food through the stomach tube every day. Even so, he is optimistic, and he will make gestures happily when he meets patients or family members. Because he and I are about the same age, we feel a bit like we are all unhappy-until eternity passes. We talked a lot and had a good time. Every time we meet, I squeeze one eye and stick out two.

? While chatting with each other, at the end of the long corridor of the hospital, the door of a ward has been closed. It's been like this these days. We don't know what kind of patients live in that ward. What I saw through the glass on the door was that there was only one hospital bed in the ward, which was very warm. There is a TV, a sofa and a dining table. The patient in his sixties and seventies is watching TV, and his family is busy cleaning up the ward. Every time the patient sees the ward, everyone looks at it in a friendly way, and then absently watches TV. Strangely, he is not seriously ill and seems to be able to walk. Why doesn't he come out for a walk and talk to everyone? The door of the ward opened, and two women, an old man and a young man, came out and quickly took the door of the ward. I guess this is the patient's daughter and wife. They are beautifully dressed and their clothes are fashionable. They are very young and fashionable, and their mother is elegant and decent. Her mother threw her short bangs behind her head and walked straight out of the ward without looking at the people in the corridor. I'll go to the ward again. He is the only one left in the ward of Nuoda University. Although the TV was still playing, he sat on the sofa and hung his head, realizing that there was someone outside the door. He looked up at me. I don't have the courage to open his door. There is no one here these days. He turned his eyes to the TV screen again. I think he's lonely! In the next few days, I can always see the two women walking through the corridor of the ward at some time, or taking turns, or together, always dressed beautifully, coming and going in a hurry, and the patient never walked out of the door of that ward again. I am full of curiosity about this first-class ward, for nothing but loneliness!

One day, when one of my patients, the wife of a deputy director, talked about who should look after her grandson, she said to another patient, "I don't want my son's mother-in-law to look after the children at all." Although she is a teacher, she comes from a small place and I can't adapt to her living habits. " The other day, she talked about her community. She said that she had lived in her community for more than 20 years.

My patient's two sentences inadvertently revealed that I explained the loneliness of that first-class ward!