One of the things that made me feel guilty in my life was that when I had just gone to the respiratory medicine department of the provincial hospital for an internship, there was a kind old man who had been bedridden for a long time, and asked my wife who accompanied him at the bedside to ask me about his condition and when he could be discharged from the hospital.

At that time, because I was not good at dealing with the world, and at the same time I was not strict in speaking, I casually agreed: "Just follow the instructions of the chief doctor, your wife is recovering quite well." Then, I only remembered that the old man's face was like a flower, and it was brilliant and beautiful.

However, to my surprise at that time, the next morning, when I followed the head of the department to the ward round, I saw that this old man was lying on the hospital bed, and he was also an old man, but he was not the one I was familiar with.

Because I was very curious and concerned at that time, I hurriedly asked the director. I heard the director say that in the middle of the night yesterday, the old man suddenly left, and he couldn't be rescued, and then the body was taken by his family to be cremated.

At that time, after hearing the news, I was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and I was stunned like a wooden chicken, and I couldn't help myself for a long time.

Although nothing happened afterwards, the incident naturally went away easily and normally. But at that time, I was like a child who had done something wrong, and I was always haunted by it, and at that time, I was most afraid that someone would suddenly come to find trouble.

Later, due to guilt, I looked through the old man's case book in detail, and found out that he was a patient with advanced lung cancer accompanied by three highs. I understood it at that time, and understood why the director repeatedly ordered and repeated, and emphasized many times that the intern doctors must prepare their homework, for example, familiarize themselves with the medical records of each bed. But at that time, because I was too playful, I turned a blind eye to it, and I didn't even look at it, so I regretted it very much.

When you think about it, life is so fragile that it passed away overnight. And at that time, I casually said that I made the old man happy, was I guilty, or did I stumble and tell a white lie? But the old grandfather's wife cried so sadly, but it was so real that it became a knot in my heart at that time in a trance, which made me frequently blame, guilty and uncomfortable at that time.

Fortunately, time is always the best amnesia, so I forgot about it and looked at it. But what makes me always remember is that people live for a lifetime, but they must not be half-, especially now, now is not as good as before...