Last year, when my wife gave birth, I was with her in the hospital. Get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I made a mistake in my room when I came back. I went to the next room. Because the rooms are almost the same, I didn't think much. Then my wife woke up and saw me go out. I waited a long time before I found that I was in the wrong room. Fortunately, no one is lying on the nursing bed [covering his face].

When I went to the hospital for examination, I was so dark that I couldn't breathe. After drawing blood, I was squeezed into a department for other tests. Hungry all morning, my husband stuck his head out of the door and told me to buy something for me to eat.

After the inspection, my husband hasn't come back yet, so I'll wait for him in the corridor. There are people everywhere, even the air they breathe is dull. I just need to find a place with few people on the second floor to sit down and rest. I'm sitting next to an elevator, and soon a patient will be pushed out of the elevator and covered with a quilt. Sometimes, I can see pools of blood from quilts and sheets. Every time the elevator opens, my heart sinks. Say what you want, not afraid of being false.

I moved from the second floor to the lobby on the first floor. I think it is more convenient to wait for my husband in this place, and I can see it more clearly. However, the door was crowded with people. I want to call him and tell him where I am. Reach into your pocket and touch it. Shit! My mobile phone and money are in my bag, and my husband went out with my bag on his back.

Without money, mobile phone, people you don't know, unfamiliar environment, and tools to contact with the outside world, the inner loss and helplessness can only be realized when there is no way.

At that time, I thought there was still a way to solve it. Just borrow a mobile phone and make a phone call. But who can I borrow my mobile phone from? I am not good at words, but now I have carefully observed people around me, looking for someone who can lend me my mobile phone. The hall was crowded with people coming and going in a hurry. Next to me sat an old man from the countryside, his hands trembling, taking out a list of hospitals from a bag and smoothing them one by one. I dare not bother, maybe he is worried about the cost of treatment at the moment.

In the seat behind my seat, a young man is playing games with his mobile phone. I walked across from the young man and said I wanted to borrow his mobile phone. The young man was still absorbed in playing the game and didn't look up. He asked slowly, "You won't wait for him if he doesn't come?" My heart sank, alas! Borrowing is human nature, not borrowing is right, what can I say?

I looked everywhere again, and a fashionable woman led a little girl of three or four years old. When she comes to every sign, she will stop and teach her children to read the words on it. I went over and said I wanted to use my mobile phone to make a phone call. The woman glanced at me up and down and quickly took the girl away. I feel more embarrassed than ever. My image really makes people suspect that there is a conspiracy?

I didn't expect that what I thought was very simple would be so difficult to do. Trust, this thing, in such a crowded situation, is so fragile!

I dare not borrow money from anyone again, and I don't want to be suspicious of others. I climbed to the third floor again to see if my husband was there. I recognized them one by one in the dark crowd. Don't!

I combed the process again. Is there anything wrong with any link? Why can't such a simple thing be done? Back in the hall, I came to the consulting room, took out the checklist to prove my identity and borrowed a doctor's mobile phone. She called me.

It's just a little thing I met in the hospital, but it's fresh in my memory. The life circle seems to be wider, but the trust between people is getting weaker and weaker. What makes people lose trust? The network is developed, and I have seen all kinds of injuries. Once I meet the same scene, I will make up many details in my mind.

Originally, I believed in the beauty of the world, but I found that everyone was defending themselves. But if one day, when you are in trouble, you really need someone to lend you a helping hand. What should you do at this time?

I always believe that sentence: protect yourself carefully, not numb, not blind, but keep confidence in sincerity!

A long time ago,

My cousin was admitted to the hospital because of a sudden illness.

Later, he spit out bubbling blood.

The situation is very dangerous.

The relatives we visited were frightened and thought people were in danger.

In the last few days, my uncle's three daughters stayed in the hospital and refused to leave.

In the evening, the cold spring is hard to reach.

They found a utility room not far from the ward and hid in it. The three sisters took turns staying with their uncles.

It was dark in the room, and I couldn't find a light switch at the moment, but they finally found it. There was a small light around, and the dark blue light accompanied them all night.

Soon, my uncle passed away.

Less than half a year later, two cousins passed away one after another, and they both suffered from the same evil disease.

The surviving third cousin was very confused when she recalled the symptoms of her two sisters afterwards. She once asked me if I had turned on the light for no reason at that time.

I just knew that the three of them had done such wonderful things in the hospital.

Blue light should be purple light, right?

However, the same three people received light together at night. Why did she have nothing to do? Two sisters got cancer and died soon?

This is really a puzzling popular science problem!

Friend, do you have any ideas to explain this unexpected event?

I accidentally entered the men's room. Isn't it amazing?

When I was pregnant with my daughter, the fetal position was not good, it was breech position, and the position near the expected date of delivery was not adjusted, so I had to have a caesarean section.

One week before the expected date of delivery, I went through the admission formalities on a certain day. I have felt the embarrassment of being a woman since the entrance examination. After all kinds of tests that were pushed around and ignored gender, I went back to the ward. The ward is on the second floor, and my pregnancy test is also in this hospital, but the pregnancy test is on the first floor.

The operation will be carried out early the next morning. At night, the nurse will come to listen to the fetal heart every once in a while and ask me if I have any contractions, pains and other reactions. Actually, I didn't. There were no thrilling labor reactions such as "My water broke" and "I'm going to have a baby" that I often saw on TV, but I was still very nervous. I always feel that the baby is in the belly, like opening a blind box, and I am particularly worried about anything abnormal.

My stomach is very big and my bed is very strange. I tossed and turned all night, and finally I couldn't help sleeping at four or five in the morning. It was August, and the dawn came early. I woke up at 6 o'clock, remembered that I was going to the operating room for a while, and decided to go to the toilet. The toilet is in the same corner as the first floor. I opened the door of the first room and squatted down. After getting up, I found that the pattern of this toilet seems to be wrong. Take a closer look and find yourself in the men's room. I moved my heavy body quickly and went out as fast as I could. After going out, I saw that the men's and women's toilets on the second floor and the first floor were just the opposite.

God, it's a good thing no one. God, I'm so embarrassed even though no one is here.

It's not wonderful, but it's miserable.

After giving birth to the second child, my husband brought me meals during the day, and then he cleaned up after I finished eating. After he helped with some postpartum care, he went back to cook the next meal. Then go home and sleep with the boss at night, which means that during those days in the hospital, it was just me and my second child most of the time. Fortunately, at that time, the hospital could still hire a nurse, that is, one or two on the first floor, to help take care of the children.

However, sometimes the nurse doesn't look for someone, and the doctor asks his family, but he hasn't come yet. Always talking about why we don't leave a family here. I said there were not many people [covering their faces]. What a sad word.

Nurses are still very good. Knowing that I am alone most of the time, she often comes to see me, needs help, or chats with me when she is free.

I'm glad to answer your question. I don't know when a pimple grew on the back of my daughter's head after her birth. It feels soft like water in it, and it doesn't hurt. In recent years, children are no different from normal children, that is, children can't wear two ponytails. The pimple on the back of the head with two ponytails looks obviously ugly.

When my daughter was ten years old, my husband and I took our children to the big hospital in our provincial capital for examination and treatment. After a comprehensive examination, the doctor said that the problem is not serious, but the child's epidermal cyst is a knot in one's heart, which does not affect the brain, but if you want to do surgery, you are not afraid of 10 thousand, just in case! You need general anesthesia.

At that time, the doctor asked us to sign the consent form for the operation. After hearing the general anesthesia, I felt guilty and refused to sign it. I am afraid that general anesthesia will affect children's brain thinking and physical health. My husband tried to communicate with the doctor to see if he could operate without general anesthesia. At that time, the attending doctor was very unhappy, but in the end, the attending doctor called my husband and me to the office and explained in detail the benefits of the operation and whether it would affect the children. Finally, we agreed to the general anesthesia operation. In fact, I didn't agree and there was nothing I could do, because I didn't agree to my daughter's general anesthesia operation in advance, which led to the child staying in the hospital for a few more days. Seeing my daughter lying in the hospital bed, I cried with pain. Now, whenever I think about it, I still blame myself. Am I great?

I went to the hospital, went to the wrong room, put down my things and left, only to know later. Once, a colleague who usually has a very good relationship was hospitalized with a fracture. Several of us made an appointment to go to the hospital together, but the hospital was too big. The three of us went to the wrong floor and didn't see the patient. We put down our things and left, only to know that something had gone wrong the next day.

That afternoon, the three of us just had time, so we went to the hospital to see the patient number on behalf of the company. When we called, we told us that the fourth floor was facing east, and the fourth room in the north was there. Unexpectedly, we went to the fifth floor, but no one found it. When we arrived at the ward, we were still puzzled. Our colleague, who is usually very low-key, originally lived in a super VIP, but turned out to be a suite. The house is clean, as if no one had lived in it. The fact is that no one lives in it. The fourth and fifth floors are wards, the fourth floor is a general ward and the fifth floor is a vip ward. The room we went to was unoccupied.

One of my colleagues joked that I came to the hospital to see a doctor and didn't even see a patient. I'm going to the nurse's station to ask if they are busy and don't bother. He also called, but he couldn't get through. I waited in the ward for a while, but no one came. We put down our things and left.

We just arrived at the company the next day, and we didn't know we had the wrong room until we contacted the patient.

I haven't done it before, but I met a strange thing. That was after my wife gave birth to the baby, and I was still in the children's hospital. Because the bathroom in this hospital is shared by men and women, the washbasin is also the place where the toilet seat comes out. Just when I was washing in the morning, a woman casually took off her coat and began to wash her chest next to me. When I was a man, I didn't exist. Then I put on my vest and left with a towel. I suddenly feel the air solidified, maybe I was born. Of course, I didn't suffer anyway. I thought about it and left with a smile. I would like to ask all the lesbians who have given birth in maternal and child health hospital or children's hospital.