A visit to a hospital is a whole lot of experience in itself. During the last summer, one of my friends met with an accident and was admitted to hospital. When I went to see him, I went to the hospital for the very first time in my life.
As I entered the hospital, I saw people coming and going there. I went to the enquiry office and enquired about the wards to find where my friend was admitted. Firstly, I passed through the surgical ward, I saw patients lying silently on their beds. Some of the patients had their arms and legs bandaged and plastered. Various nurses and doctors were attending on them. The doctor was directing the nurse to give the necessary treatment and medicine. His way of talking itself was very consoling. Quietness was prevailing in the whole ward.
In the next ward, patients were lying pensively on their beds. From their faces, I guessed their pathetic plight. The doctor came on round followed by other staff members. He enquired about the welfare of all the patients one by one and that too very sympathetically and patiently. He was also giving injections to some of the patents. To others, he prescribed medicines.
Some patients who were accompanied by their relatives were also seen. The relatives were squatting in lawns of the hospital. Some of the people were going home after recovering completely from their illness and were in highly delighted mood.
As a whole, the entire hospital presented a very gloomy look. The plight of the patients and the seriousness of the atmosphere prevailing there touched me deep within. The behavior of doctors and nurses was worthy of commendations. They acted most wisely and ably in handling problems of the patients. When I came out of hospital, I realized that there is a whole lot of difference in the atmosphere that prevails inside and outside the hospital.