Hospital, a place to see all kinds of life.

Many people were born in hospitals, and many people died in hospitals. When people arrive at the hospital, it seems that they suddenly understand what is more important in life. Money, education, house, grades, quarrels, disputes, gains and losses in life ... if we don't know whether we can see the sun tomorrow, are these still important?

The hospital is also a place where one square inch can show all kinds of life. Some people cry with joy, some people cry bitterly, some people pull a long face, and some people take it lightly. Every day, the hospital is performing birth, illness and death. Perhaps only through illness and parting can we understand the true meaning of life.

One night after winter, I went to the emergency department of the hospital because of a bad cough. Here, I saw the sick patients, the affection of serving their loved ones, the snow-white walls of the hospital and the long quiet corridors ... I felt it necessary to record them, so I took the following photos.

Photography | Ye Song Jiaxin

On rainy nights, the hospital is particularly quiet. I have always felt that the hospital is a very "magical" place, the starting point of a person's life and the end point of a person's life.

At the gate, the staff wearing raincoats are taking temperature for everyone.

Because of the epidemic, everyone is wearing masks, and the staff on duty are registering information for patients.

Walking in the dark corridor, there is a visible light when you look up.

In the hospital at night, there is a chill everywhere.

I turned around and saw a tramp stepping on a big bag. Is he sick or waiting for someone?

An old man came to see a doctor with his sick granddaughter.

A couple is at the blood collection office, and the husband is taking blood tests, waiting for the doctor's further diagnosis.

The little girl put antipyretic medicine on her head and waited for the phone call with her mother outside the clinic.

In the corridor of the infusion area, the overhead light is reflected on the ground, and occasionally family members come in and out.

There are doctors on duty at night, and nurses are busy giving needles to patients.

They look tired, but they are still working hard for the patients.

A boy is doing his homework while giving an intravenous drip.

Two children across the street are also infusion. Among them, there are father and daughter, as well as mother and son. In the hospital, we can see small families.

There are several compartments in the infusion area. An old man was lying in bed with a drip, and his daughter was in front of the bed.

The old man's wife died, and the weather has turned cold recently, and he is ill.

The old man looked at me, sighed and said, "Alas, people are useless when they are old."

The drip is still dripping, and time passes slowly.

In the infusion area, bags of high-hanging potions are treating every patient. After leaving, they will continue to live a different life.

Edit | Sunnie

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