Translator: Reina Editor: Killian
Entry by: Yan Yang (an intern during 2001 to 2002)
Senior told me before he left that the residency is very difficult. Doctors don’t treat you as a doctor and they ask you to do all the menial tasks, patients treat you as a doctor and they put all responsibilities on you. You’re caught in the middle, and there is no way out on either end.
When I arrived at Tonghua Hospital, I still had to write some strange records. Who said becoming a surgeon was a good choice? How good could it be? Right on my first day of work, the nurses on this floor happily ran over and tossed this book to me, saying, “Xiao Yan, you’re the new intern here, right? University students are knowledgeable, and those in surgery are well-learned. We’ll leave it to you to write this!”
I flipped through the contents of this book and what the fuck is this senseless thing!
The dignified college students of XX Medical University were ruined by these horseshit! But ghost stories… I am still willing to listen to them if they are told well. The more scary they are, the better. But for those told poorly or made little sense, then I’ll gladly pass. There were so many ghost stories circulating in our university that over time, we developed a set of special research methods. First of all, we start with the type of ghost… (there were more sentences here but they are all crossed out, stopping the topic)
Well, this first story may have elements of embellishment, mere paranoia, and illogical elements.
This happened after I was in this hospital for about a month. I remember that it had been raining for quite a few days then. It was just a drizzle, but the rain fell continuously on end. The whole hospital felt wet and humid, dirty and dusty. I don’t know how many people slipped and fell on the floor of the main building, but I guess it’s more convenient for us since they are already in a hospital.
That morning, it was still raining lightly, and as usual, the hospital was full of people coming and going. I put away my umbrella and walked to the third floor, to the Department of General Surgery. The corridors were full of wet footprints of all sizes. I was careful not to slip and went to Room 3.
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Dr. Liu wasn’t here yet. He was a famous old doctor at this hospital, and everyone told me I was lucky to be learning under him. This famous old doctor was really conscientious and diligent. He usually came to work more than ten minutes early every time. But when he started taking consultations, I was immediately delegated to doing chores.
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What was wrong? What was giving me this strange feeling? I glanced around. The desk, the window sill, the bookcase, everything seemed normal… Eh, the window sill?
I poked my head out and froze.
There was an awning. The rain fell onto it and the window sill remained dry. However, I noticed a pair of small wet water stains on the sill resembling footprints, with the toes pointing inward, as if something was about to enter through the window.
I lowered my gaze to the ground. There were all kinds of footprints on the floor and I couldn’t be sure if this pair of footprints were mixed in there.
But, but, I felt a chill wash over my body. This is the third floor…
And judging from the size of the footprints, they probably belonged to a 7 or 8 year old child. How could a child have climbed up and in from the window? If it was during the day, someone would definitely have seen it. And if it was at night…then, then…how could a child possibly scale the height of three floors?
I leaned out again and looked around. The pipes outside the building were at least two or three rooms away, and there were no footprints on the sills of the rooms to the left and right.
“That… Dr. Liu, did you see a child… climb in through this window today?” I asked Dr. Liu prudently.
He was taken aback by my question, and looked at the window sill I was pointing at, then reprimanded, “You boy, I closed an eye to you slacking off everyday, but who knew that you are free enough to start talking nonsense now?”
I closed my mouth sullenly, but when I looked up, I saw Nurse Liu, who had fetched something over to us, standing at the door with a pale complexion and looking at me with trembling hands.
Spotting my gaze, she hurried in to put down the items, then hurried out again.
Ah, maybe, it was that naughty kid, that kid called Gao Legao!
Gao Legao’s name was not actually Gao Legao, but Gao Letian. It probably took me eight lifetimes of misfortune to be acquainted with such a child, and he was even my first ever patient.
That child looked lively and clever at first glance, but once he opened his mouth, everything that came out of there were just lies. He grabbed the case files on my desk and began to tear them up, and when I patiently took them back, he started throwing a tantrum, kicking his legs and smashing my desk. His mother was standing behind him with a sheepish smile, and said, “Doctor, that’s just how his temper is like. Please bear with him.”
Bear? I thought about how this was my first patient, and a child to boot, so I decided to endure it. I watched him kick his legs out on the chair, sporting a triumphant smile while tearing the notes I made with Dr. Liu into strips.
The odd thing is, none of his test results showed any problems with this energetic child.
Was it because I wasn’t proficient enough and missed out some key data? Perhaps my doubts and worries had shown on my face, so his mother pulled me aside.
“Actually, Letian is not ill,” she whispered.
I jerked. “Why would you bring him to a hospital then?!” Was she making fun of us interns? No wonder Dr. Liu had no issues with putting this child under my charge.
“Please, please just randomly prescribe him something and let him stay in the hospital for three or five days!” his mother pleaded earnestly and it really didn’t look like she was joking.
“What do you mean?” I asked while watching the kid rummaging through the cabinet.
She quietly tugged at my sleeve. “He’s like this every year, he is always hospitalised here during this time of the year, and the hospital knows about it too…you just have to make up some superficial reason…”
Although I was still suspicious, but since she said that and Dr. Liu had also ordered me to follow the wishes of the parents, I naturally had to agree.
I immediately put him on an IV for three days as payback for his mischief.
The child was dragged away by his mother right after that, and the child stole one of my boxes of exquisitely packaged chocolates.
When Gao Letian was admitted into the inpatient department, it was said that he was like a bully. He snatched the TV remote the very moment he entered the door, forcing all the aunties and uncles in the ward to watch cartoons with him all afternoon. He rummaged through the whole room looking for snacks. Even the patients in the next bed were ordered to go pour him water. If there was anything that didn’t go according to his will, he would immediately cry loudly and make a fuss in front of the whole hospital
This was what I heard from the nurse before I got off work. This was apparently already the third consecutive year, and the same thing happened every time. His mother insisted that she had to admit her child into this particular hospital, at this particular time of the year, and no one could reject her because she had connections in the hospital. In any case all three of Gao Letian’s ward-mates filed their procedure to change wards before the end of the day, none of them willing to stay near that small spoiled bully.
I couldn’t help but suspect that these are the footprints left by that mischievous kid when he climbed in through the window in the middle of the night.
But, how could it be possible for an 8 year old child to…
Eugh that’s so creepy 😭😭
The creepiest part in this chapter is that crotch goblin. Seriously he is already 8 years old and the mother just let him act like that? Sadly this is usually what happened in real life.