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Introduction In 1995, the eighth day of the lunar calendar, I was working the night shift on the Mid-Autumn Festival night. This kind of good thing did not happen often, but it was not worth running around to tell everyone about it. But the reality is ruthless, and the hospital remains deserted tonight. "Miss, I want to register." The person who spoke was a handsome middle-aged man. His gentleness and elegance made people happy, and my sleepiness disappeared immediately.So I said to him in the gentlest voice: "Please fill out the form." However, the middle-aged man was furious and begged me with dull eyes: "I don't feel very well, can you fill it out for me?" "Of course! Of course! Please
On the Mid-Autumn Festival night in the eighth month of the lunar calendar in 1995, I worked the night shift. This kind of good thing does not happen often, but it is not worth running around to tell everyone about it. But the reality is ruthless, and the hospital remains deserted tonight. "Miss, I want to register." The person who spoke was a handsome middle-aged man. His gentleness and elegance made people happy, and my sleepiness disappeared immediately.
So I said to him in the gentlest voice: "Please fill out the form."
But the middle-aged man was furious and begged me with dull eyes: "I don't feel very well. Can you help me fill it up?"
"Of course! Of course! Please ask me to write it." While I was speaking, I noticed blood oozing from his hairline and ears. I quickly took out a piece of tissue paper and gave it to him, but he shook his head anxiously like a wavy drum. , I had to give up.
When I asked him his name, he said: "My son is more serious. Our car had an accident not far ahead. The whole family was injured. The police will send him here soon. My son is A Blood type, please help me prepare first. I have to rush to inform my mother, and then go back to accompany my wife. She can't walk in the car. Please be sure to save my son's remaining daughter's ghost doctor husband first. I will thank you very much. your."
After saying that, he immediately walked out. I looked at his back and said to myself: "He is such a good son, a good gentleman, and a good father." ]
Watching his figure fading away, I realized when I came back to my senses that except for knowing that he was blood type A, all other information was completely blank. When I chased him out to look for him again, the man had disappeared. Just when I was feeling annoyed, I suddenly heard a siren. Sure enough, the police sent a child. The child's frown was exactly the same as his father's. I immediately notified the emergency doctor and prepared a bag of type A blood.
"His father has just come to register and said that the child has type A blood."
"Is his father the person on the driver's license?" The policeman pointed at the person in the photo tremblingly.
"Yes! That's right! That's him." As soon as I finished speaking, an elegant old lady ran in.
As soon as she entered the door, she thanked the police officer directly, and then asked us: "Miss, is my grandson okay?"
She looked distressedly at her pale little grandson and her remaining daughter's ghost doctor husband on the hospital bed. I quickly comforted her: "Auntie! Your grandson will be fine. It was your son who informed you, right?"
"Yes! Yes! He wanted me to thank the policeman and you properly. It's a pity that the couple died so young. What will we do in the future, leaving us one old and one young?"
The old lady turned to me with a sob and said, "Ms. Nurse, can I see the body of my son-in-law?"
I felt like I was being shocked by electricity. I opened my mouth but couldn't say a word. The policeman next to him whispered: "When we arrived at the scene, the child's parents were already dead on the spot."
Tags: car accident
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