Chapter 7 Hospital

Once, I decided to stay in the hospital for a few days for a comprehensive physical examination.I always went to that hospital when I was young, and I like Mr. Dean very much.Although the husband is old, he is very handsome and is a well-known doctor.I called the hospital and adjusted the work schedule.The day of admission arrived. Mr. Dean said on the phone: "When you come here on the first day, please bring your stool for examination." I asked my mother where to put the stool for examination.Mom said: "In the past, they were all placed in matchboxes. Where should I put them now?"

However, I am absolutely unwilling to put that thing in the matchbox and hand it over to the respected Mr. Dean.I rummaged around and finally found a good thing.It was a small pink box that originally contained French perfume, which was still rare at the time. "This is good!" So, I put the things in.As the lid of the little box wouldn't open and close, I tied a pink ribbon on it, and put the box in a little pink envelope made in France that I treasure.I held this in my hand and looked at it several times, thinking that I could finally hand it over to Mr. Dean, and I was very satisfied.

That day, I put the pink envelope in my handbag and went to the dean's office.I sat across from Mr. Dean in white, because he said that he would ask me some information before being hospitalized.Sitting in front of my husband, I suddenly thought "Oh, that's right", so I took out the pink envelope and put it in front of my husband.The gentleman looked at the envelope and asked: "what is this?" Several nurses also looked at the pink envelope together.Indeed, a pink envelope appeared in the dean's office, which felt incongruous.I was very embarrassed, but at this moment I couldn't think of the term "experiencing stool", so I could only mutter: "This..."

The gentleman looked at the pink envelope and asked gently, "What is it?" I groaned "This..." and searched desperately for the word, but couldn't think of anything.The nurses grew more curious and stared at me unabashedly.I pushed the envelope towards my husband, lowered my head and said, "This..." Mr. "Oh".I couldn't bear it anymore, until now, I still don't know where such a word popped up at that time.Finally, I held the pink envelope in my hand and said: "It's shit." The nurses burst into laughter, and the husband said:

"Oh, so it's a stool test." I lowered my head and answered, "Yes." I was led into my own ward. I have hardly been in a ward before, and I was surprised to see anything. I stood in the middle of the room and looked around.Then a young lady nurse came in with paper and pencil and said to me: "Please write here what you want to eat today." I was very happy and asked: "Can you really write?" Miss Nurse said: "Yes, please write." After speaking, the nurse went out.I was very happy and thought: "This hospital is famous for its delicious food, but I didn't expect that I can order whatever I like!" So I excitedly picked up the pencil and said to myself:

"Well -- what to eat, first write spaghetti, then sushi rolls, and noodles in casserole, cake. Oh, yes, and ice cream." I wrote all these down. At this time, the nurse from just now came in again and asked: "Have you finished writing?" I said it was finished and handed the paper to the nurse.The nurse carefully put the pencil back into her breast pocket, picked up the piece of paper and looked at it briefly, then stared at me motionlessly, and asked: "You ate so much?" "Hey?" I didn't understand what was going on, so I asked again: "what did you say?"

This time, the nurse showed me the slip of paper and asked clearly: "Have you eaten so much since morning?" I replied in a low voice with embarrassment: "Oh, no, I thought you were asking what I want to eat today!" The nurse showed an obvious expression of "I really admire you", and said: "What I'm saying is, please write here what you have eaten today. This is needed for a medical examination." I finally understood, and said in defense of myself: "Yeah, that's right, think about it, this is a hospital, how can you write whatever you want to eat!"

The nurse took out the pencil from her pocket, put the piece of paper I had written into her pocket, took out another piece of paper, and asked: "So, what have you eaten today?" "Oh, I haven't eaten since morning." Saying this, I thought "People will definitely think 'Why is this person like this'", and I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.In fact, the lady nurse put the pencil back in her pocket, gave me a really "what's wrong with this person" look, and then she went out. My stomach is already ready for spaghetti and sushi rolls, noodle terrines, cakes, and ice cream, and it's going to be a real struggle to convince it that I can't eat anything.

Since it was the first time that I was hospitalized for a comprehensive physical examination for a week, I felt fresh and interesting about everything, among which I was most looking forward to the daily rounds of Mr. Dean.why?Because then I can see my favorite Mr. Dean. "Mr. Dean has come to check the room." The lady nurse will notify me in advance, and then Mr. Dean will come to my ward with several nurses.The sir will definitely ask, "How does it feel?" and we'll talk for a while.Although I was not ill, I lay in bed and chatted for a while.Nothing special, but for me, this time is very precious.

I was leaving the hospital in two days, and that afternoon, I was going to work.Due to the work schedule, the hospital allowed me to go to work after the examination, but Mr. Dean hadn't checked the room that day. "It's so hard to get a chance every day, what a pity..." I felt sorry, but there was nothing I could do. I put on my clothes and stockings while looking at my watch.When I was fully dressed and ready to go out, the voice of "Mr. Dean is here to make a round" suddenly came. Strange, so I quickly jumped onto the bed and sat upright.Mr. Dean, who has the style of Italian film director De Sica, walked in as usual, and saw me sitting on the bed. Mr. said:

"Oh, going to work?" Saying that, Mr. stretched out his right hand towards me.For a moment, I couldn't figure out the meaning of Mr. stretching out his hand at all.Afterwards, I analyzed it. When I was lying on the bed, my husband must have stretched out his hand to check the pulse, which is what I always do.But at this time, I was sitting at the same height as my husband. When one of the two facing people stretched out his right hand, it could only be understood that he wanted to shake hands.I thought to myself: "I'm not a foreigner, isn't this a little strange?" I stretched out my right hand and shook hands with my husband.It was only when my husband moved his hand slightly to the side and caught the pulse of my wrist that I realized that it turned out that my husband didn't intend to shake hands with me at all!I caught a glimpse of the nurses looking at each other, trying to hold back their laughter.After all, Mr. is calm and sophisticated, taking my pulse as if nothing had happened.I blushed and didn't dare to look at Mr.'s face, my pulse must be much faster than usual. During this hospitalization, apart from knowing that the digestion speed of my stomach is four times that of the average person, I have no other physical problems.When I was discharged from the hospital, I went to the dean's room to say goodbye. The husband stretched out his right hand, took my hand which was standing there blankly, and shook it silently.The always serious gentleman had a smile in his eyes.I immediately cheered up and left the hospital contentedly.