Suddenly in the middle of the night, a cell phone rang, and my wife woke up from her sleep. She took her cell phone and looked at the phone number. It turned out to be from the hospital. The call said that there was a pregnant woman expecting to give birth in the hospital. Her stomach hurts suddenly. It is estimated that a caesarean section is needed. Since there is only one doctor on duty in the obstetrics and gynecology department, there is not enough manpower, so the hospital asked my wife to go there. My wife is an obstetrician and gynecologist. In fact, it is often miserable to be a doctor. To be honest, when you encounter this kind of phone call in the middle of the night, you have to get up from the warm bed, and then rush to the work unit as if you are reborn. You can’t blame some doctors for being in a bad mood. No one feels good about it. Of course, there is no reason to blame the patient, because the patient is a legitimately disadvantaged group in need of help. If you want to blame, the main thing to blame is the country’s damn backward health care system.
Because I don’t worry about my wife, who is in a state of high fatigue at work all day, drove to the hospital in the middle of the night, so I hardened my head and drove my wife to the hospital by myself. At night, the temperature was very low and very cold. I drove past a park near the hospital. Suddenly, under the dim street lamp, a little girl was sitting alone on the bench at the entrance of the park with her head down. I was feeling surprised. At this time, because my wife received another urging call from the hospital, I had no time to pay attention to the little girl. Instead, I increased the accelerator and drove the car to the hospital quickly.
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As soon as I arrived at the hospital, my wife hurriedly got out of the car and ran to the operating room, while I found a parking spot, put down the cab seat, and prepared Take a nap in the car, waiting for his wife to finish work and go home together. When I parked the car and prepared to take a nap, a thought flashed in my mind. I suddenly thought of the little girl sitting alone on the bench at the entrance of the park in the middle of the night in such a cold day. Who is this little girl, is she lost? Or was it abandoned by an adult? A series of questions came to my mind. So I hurriedly started the car again and hurried towards the park, hoping that the little girl was still there. If you need help, I think I must extend a helping hand. If you can’t help after asking the situation, at least you can dial 110 to help the little girl ask the police for help.
After I drove the car, I slammed on the gas pedal a few times, and in a blink of an eye I arrived at the park. It was okay. The little girl was still there. She was still sitting at the gate of the park. On the bench, he lowered his head, as if thinking about something. I parked the car, opened the door, walked to the little girl, and asked, “My child, it’s so late in the middle of the night, why are you sitting here? Why don’t you go home?” The little girl heard what I said, still He lowered his head, but burst into tears with a “wow”, and said intermittently: “I can’t get home.” “Can’t get home? Do you know the way? If you do, uncle will send you home and get lost. If it’s up, uncle will take you to the nearby police station and ask the police uncle to help you backFamily. Okay, okay, on such a cold day, you get in the car first! “I didn’t get lost. I came out, so I can’t go back because the ghost and gods who guarded the door blocked the way. He was very powerful. He said that if I were to go back, he would violate the rules of heaven.” “I heard the little girl say that, I wondered: What is the mess, how does this kid speak like the “Oriental Youth” who likes to make up stories and nonsense. Is she getting any stimulation? Or is she mentally disabled? < br/>