During last summer, one of my friends had an accident
and was taken to hospital. When I went to see him, I went to the hospital for
the very first time in my life.
As I entered the hospital, I saw
people coming and going there. I went to the enquiry office and enquired about
the wards to find where my friend was admitted. Firstly, I passed through the
surgical ward, I saw patients lying silently on their beds. Some of the
patients had their arms and legs bandaged and plastered. Various nurses and
doctors were attending to them. The doctor was directing the nurse to give the
necessary treatment and medicine. His way of talking itself was very consoling.
Quietness was prevailing in the whole ward.
In the next ward, patients were
lying pensively on their beds. From their faces, I guessed their pathetic
plight. The doctor came on round followed by other staff members. He enquired
about the welfare of all the patients one by one very sympathetically and
patiently. He was also giving injections to some of the patients. To others, he
prescribed medicines.
Some patients who were
accompanied by their relatives were also seen. The relatives were sitting on stools of the hospital. Some of the people
were going home after recovering completely from their illness and were in
highly delighted mood.
As a whole, the entire hospital
presented a very gloomy look. The plight of the patients and the seriousness of
the atmosphere prevailing (ott lévő hangulat) there touched me deep within. The
behaviour of doctors and nurses was worthy of commendations. They acted most
wisely and ably in handling problems of the patients. When I came out of
hospital, I realized that there is a whole lot of difference in the atmosphere
that prevails inside and outside the hospital.
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