I slipped on the ice yesterday. The passing person so tried to help that I had to hold him by the hand and ask him not to panic! So I remembered the story.

He had an accident in Cambodia. In the hospital, I was struck and released home. I felt bad this morning and decided to go to the hospital again. It is literally a five minute walk to the hospital. I asked a man (he was the culprit of the accident) to go with me. On the way, I realized that I was very ill, so bad that I could not even warn about my condition. But I have a goal, I need to go to the hospital and I go. But as soon as I entered, I lost consciousness. I woke up and saw this picture: four medical workers. One makes me feel, and three calms the panicking guy!