——2013, December 5.
Send in a strange patient.
Admitted to ward 306.
The patient is very young, only 12 years old, and his name is Wang Qianqian.
But unfortunately, she suffered from brain cancer and was determined by the attending doctor that she would not survive more than a month.
I arranged Wang Qianqian in Ward No. 02, next to the window.
The little girl had her head shaved, but she was in good spirits.
Call me sister sweetly.
I gave her medicine and she cooperated very well.
What a lovely girl.
——2013, December 7.
Wang Qianqian was hospitalized for the third day.
Today, she started to feel unwell, perhaps because of the chemotherapy.
The top of her head was left unshaved, and the hair was beginning to fall out.
I gave Wang Qianqian anti-radiation medicine, and she vomited it all out.
The food I fed her was only porridge, and she drank two mouthfuls.
Why would fate arrange for such a cute little girl to endure such a thing!
——2013, December 10.
Wang Qianqian's spirit began to get worse and worse.
Not only did the chemotherapy not work, it also killed a large number of her normal brain cells.
The little girl likes to look out the window.
One look can last an entire day.
She called me sister again and said I was beautiful.
I asked her what she was looking at.
She said there was something in the sky talking to her.
——2013, December 15.
Wang Qianqian lost a lot of weight.
Even though he was skin and bones, chemotherapy still didn’t work.
Her lesions began to metastasize toward the interior of her brain.
I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on much longer.
The little girl doesn't like to talk anymore.
She looked out the window longer and longer.
"Are the clouds beautiful today?"
I ask her.
"I'm not looking at the clouds, I'm listening to what's in the sky."
Curious, I looked at the sky where she pointed, but all I saw was clouds.
I didn't refute Wang Qianqian's words, nor did I say it was delusional.
After all, her life has begun to count down.
——December 17, 2013.
Wang Qianqian couldn't open her eyes after undergoing chemotherapy today.
Her eyelids were swollen, affecting her vision.
On the hospital bed, I fed Wang Qianqian some liquid food.
Wang Qianqian thanked me.
"Sister Zhang, can you help me dress up nicely?"
As I was leaving, the little girl suddenly said to me.
I was a little surprised: "What's wrong, your parents are coming to see you today?"
"no."
Wang Qianqian pointed to the sky with difficulty: "The friend in the sky who has been talking to me will come to see me tonight.
Sister Zhang, can you put on my favorite pink dress in the closet for me?
I want to show it to my good friends. "
I sighed, thinking that Wang Qianqian didn't have a few days left, so I didn't want to let her down.
I put the pink skirt on Wang Qianqian.
Wang Qianqian looked very happy.
——In the early morning of December 18, 2013.
I was working the night shift today. I was a little sleepy and accidentally fell asleep.
But he was suddenly woken up by his colleagues on duty.
"Did you see that there was a flash of lightning outside the window just now?
That lightning was so strange, it was actually pink.
I've never seen pink lightning.
And it's located near our inpatient department. "
The tone of my colleague was a little excited.
But I didn't see the red lightning.
But at this moment, the lights in the entire inpatient department of Changshou Hospital suddenly went out.
power cut.
Fortunately there is emergency power.
When the power came back on, I continued on duty.
Although many people in the hospital also saw the pink lightning, they did not attract much attention.
But one patient told me that lightning seemed to fall outside the window of Ward 306.
And she heard strange noises coming from room 306 last night.
——December 22, 2013
It's simply a medical miracle.
Wang Qianqian's spirit has suddenly improved these days.
I can also eat something.
The doctor scanned her brain and was surprised to find that the lesions on her brain were getting smaller.
The cancer cells showed no signs of spreading further.
——December 24, 2013
Today is the day when Wang Qianqian’s doctor will judge her death.
But not only did Wang Qianqian not die, her cancer was rapidly getting better.
Wang Qianqian is much more cheerful and can smile, but she spends less and less time looking out the window.
"Why don't you look out the window?"
I asked curiously.
"It's nothing, my friend is no longer in heaven."
Wang Qianqian smiled brightly and answered me.
"So, your friend has gone home?"
I asked again.
Wang Qianqian shook her head, just smiled and said nothing.
I said to her: "Qianqian, your condition is getting better and better, and the attending doctor said you are likely to recover.
It's really a miracle. "
Wang Qianqian smiled, with beautiful crescent eyes: "It was my friend in heaven who cured my disease."
"That's great."
I thought to myself that this little girl's paranoia had happened again.
——December 30, 2013
Today, Wang Qianqian is completely recovered.
This can no longer be explained by medical miracles.
Her doctor was also completely clueless.
A patient with terminal brain cancer actually recovered in less than a month.
No one could explain what happened to her.
Tomorrow is the day when Wang Qianqian will be discharged from the hospital.
I asked her: "Qianqian, what do you want to do after you are discharged from the hospital?"
"I have to study hard?"
she answered me.
“Study hard, you are really ideal.
But if you study hard, what do you want to do in the future? "
I asked again.
Wang Qianqian smiled brightly: "I want to take the nursing major and come to Changshou Hospital to work as a nurse.
Just like Sister Zhang, an angel in white. "
I was moved to tears at that time.
This is a really innocent and good girl.
——December 31, 2013
I sent Wang Qianqian out of the inpatient unit, feeling a little reluctant in my heart.
This is a very interesting girl.
I really like her.
After she left, a female patient, Ms. Zhou, was admitted to room 306 that night.
The illness is not serious, I hope she recovers soon.
——Early morning of January 1, 2014
I also saw pink lightning, just near the inpatient department of our longevity hospital.
There was another power outage.
Something was wrong, the call bell in room 306 rang wildly.
I don't know why, but I always feel like something is wrong.
I came to Ward 306 and wanted to open the door.
But the door was closed from the inside, and Ms. Zhou inside was howling and screaming.
It's unclear what danger happened to her.
I called security to open the door.
The door opened and Ms. Zhou in room 306 had expired.
And her body was very terrifying.
There is also a strange smell in the ward.
——Early morning of January 6, 2014
Ever since Ms. Zhou's death, the entire inpatient department of Changshou Hospital has become uneasy.
It's like a mysterious and evil force has invaded the hospital.
Many patients and even medical staff suffered.
Pink lightning appears again.
This time it appeared in the city.
Soon, a patient was brought in.
This patient was diseased, and the mutations on his body were similar to those of Ms. Zhou who died.
The diseased patients were very frightening and extremely powerful, killing several doctors.
Several people in the security department also died.
——February 19, 2014
After every Pink Lightning, a patient with a genetic mutation appears.
Within our hospital, we call them ABD patients.
And through exploration, these terrible ABD patients can only be killed in the inpatient department of Changshou Hospital.
Yes, not therapy.
But kill.
Because once ABD patients mutate, they cannot be cured.
It is also very bloodthirsty, and even some ABD patients are contagious.
The cause of ABD in patients is unknown.
The reason why they can only be killed inside the inpatient department of Changshou Hospital is unknown.
Everything is a mystery.
——March 30, 2014
Pink lightning appears again.
Right outside my window.
I can feel that I am changing.
I hid in room 306 and was writing a medical diary.
Perhaps, this is the last time I write...
OMG.
Then, what is that!
The last word in this medical diary is very twisted.
The last stroke is very long.
It represents the horror of the person who wrote the diary.
