I'm a medical school student, and when I had nothing to do during the summer, I went to a hospital to do ***, and my job was to care for dying patients in the intensive care unit.
Death is seen here every day.
But the key thing is that most of the patients here are in a dying state, and some of them seem to be in good spirits in the morning, but they die silently by noon.
And some patients, with oxygen tubes inserted all day long, can last a long time.
But I always know which patient is dying, and then prepare in advance, at this point, no one can replace, so, my salary is even several times the official **.
Actually, I'm just an ordinary **, and there's nothing magical about it.
My only secret** is Grey Fur.
Gray Fur is an old gray cat that does not move at all, like a piece of feather, hence the name Gray Fur.
I noticed it a long time ago, and no one in the hospital specifically fed it, nor did I see it rummaging through the garbage cans to eat.
And the gray fur never makes a mess here, only lying on the windowsill of the corridor all day long, never running around and screaming, and the patients love it.
But if Greyfur had run into the ward, jumped on the head of a patient's bed, and walked past the patient's pillow, the patient would never have survived for more than two hours.
This secret, only I know. This is what I found out after half a month of observation.
Since Greyfur is my secret**, I naturally want to be nice to it.
So, when no one is around, I feed it all kinds of good things. But no matter how good something is, it just licks and never eats it.
I don't eat such high-end things, how did it survive until now, I often think about this question.
Later, I stopped bothering it with food.
Towards the end of the summer vacation, the hospital had undergone a thorough cleaning, and a small balcony at the end of the corridor was so full of stuff that it was impossible for people to enter.
I used to like to move a chair to this balcony during my lunch break, but now I can't.
But now Grayfur began to run to the balcony, and it could come and go freely through the gaps in the clutter. What a strange cat, what are you going to do?
I was on temporary night duty that day, and when I was **, someone told me that there was another cat in the ward.
I thought to myself, now the gray hair has company.
At about two o'clock in the morning, I went to the ** station to pick up the medicine, and suddenly I heard someone talking in the corridor, and the voice was very quiet.
How is it possible, who will be chatting around the intensive care unit at such a late hour?Ordinary people can't come here.
I searched everywhere for the sound of ** and found it coming from the balcony. But the balcony can't get into the people!**It's a lot of stuff!
I stood on the edge of the balcony and listened.
The two people who spoke seemed to be a man and a woman.
I'm okay here, I can't say that I eat enough every day, but I still have ten a week. ”
I really envy you, I'm so miserable there, sometimes I can't eat a single one for three days. ”
Then you stay here and don't go back, and I'll give you what I can't eat, so that I can have a companion too. ”
Really?You've just been so good to me. ”
*, the *** I have here with a ponytail, always bring me something to eat, alas, but how would she know that I only eat souls?”
yes, how do these people know what we're eating? ”
As I listened to the huddle in the corner, two black shadows emerged from the balcony filled with things, one after the other. One of them is Gray Fur.