Beijing Cancer Hospital, on the 11th floor of the inpatient building.
The entire inpatient department seemed very quiet. There was no attentive advice from doctors and nurses, no care from the patients' families, and even the sighs of the patients could not be heard.
When someone comes to this building for the first time, they will basically have an illusion: These wards are all empty, right
If you take a look, you will find that every ward on every floor in this building is full, and all the patients are lying neatly on the ward, staring at the ceiling with their eyes blankly.
Even some of the patients of the activists were walking mechanically, and even when someone came from the opposite direction, they would not dodge, as if they were walking corpses.
These are a group of "people" that have been forgotten by the world. They are just wasting their remaining years in the hospital for treatment. In other words, they are actually just waiting to die.
Even the many staff members of Beijing Radio who had just stepped into the ward on this floor discovered this.
The number of floors assigned to the staff of the literary channel is eleven, which means that the targets of their stability maintenance this time will be all the patients on this floor.
Wen Jing was walking at the front of the crowd at this time. When she saw the state of the patients on this floor, she immediately took a few steps back and crowded into the same area as Qin Hao and others.
"Aren't these a group of living dead? What else can such people do to comfort them?"
At this time, the head nurse came over and explained: "Actually, that's not the case. These children were diagnosed with the disease when they were very young, and then their parents stayed in the hospital for treatment. Due to the lack of family affection, they were sick day after day. , year after year, they get used to this kind of life, and at the same time they are tired of this kind of life."
"Then why not arrange for a psychologist to provide them with psychological counseling, or let the nurses communicate with them more regularly?"
Qin Hao walked to the head nurse at this time and asked.
"It's useless. They are now resisting all strangers. That's why the hospital leaders contacted your radio station. I hope the teachers can help us enlighten these children!"
As the head nurse spoke, her eye circles were slightly red, and she seemed to be really worried about these patients.
Qin Hao nodded at this time and showed a smile.
The head nurse also showed a forced smile at this time, returned to the front of the crowd, and divided the Beijing TV staff into twenty groups. Each group consisted of three members, who entered the room one after another under the leadership of a young nurse. Every ward on the floor.
Because they were next to each other, Qin Hao, Wen Jing, and Lin Xiaohui happened to be assigned to a group, and walked into Ward No. 1108 under the leadership of a young nurse.
There are four female patients living in Ward 1108. Most of them are around 20 years old. They look like ordinary people, except that their faces are a little pale and their eyes are a little distracted.
The little nurse clapped her hands, attracted the attention of the four people lying in the hospital bed, and said: "These three teachers are all hosts of the Beijing Radio Station. Didn't our hospital play it for you some time ago? A program on Beijing Radio
Today, these teachers came to our ward just to chat with you and relieve your boredom. No matter what questions you have, you can communicate with these three teachers! "
After the nurse finished speaking, she told Qin Hao: "Teacher Qin Hao, don't worry, I will always be at the nurse's station. If something happens that is beyond your control, just press the alarm on the bedside of the hospital bed and I will immediately Will come!"
"Okay, thank you!" Qin Hao nodded politely and said.
As soon as the nurse left, the four young patients raised their heads again and looked at the ceiling calmly, as if a wonderful show was being played above.
"Hello, four little sisters, my name is Lin Xiaohui, and I am the administrative assistant of Beijing Radio. I am very happy to have the opportunity today..."
Before Lin Xiaohui finished speaking, she was interrupted by the female patient near the window: "Okay, stop showing off! We are very happy now and full of hope for the future. Thank you very much. s help!"
After the female patient finished speaking, she closed her eyes and seemed unwilling to say more.
Lin Xiaohui suddenly felt a huge sense of frustration and returned to Qin Hao in frustration, looking at him with an aggrieved face.
Qin Hao also smiled slightly at this time, and just patted Lin Xiaohui on the shoulder to reassure her that he would take care of everything.
"Hey, what else can be said to such people? I think what they lack is not good words and comfort, but a bottle of euthanasia!"
Wen Jing curled her lips disdainfully and said rather speechlessly.
Qin Hao was quite impressed by Wen Jing at this time. It seemed that this guy was not only big-hearted and brainless, but also had very keen observation skills. However, he did not respond to Wen Jing's words at this time, because he had been observing the reactions of the four patients in the ward.
The reactions of these patients were basically the same. They all opened their eyes first and showed a hint of anger, and then calmed down again, as if nothing had happened.
"Qin Hao, let's go. These people have no hope. Living is a waste of air and food!"
Wen Jing frowned at this time and walked outside the ward.
"Wait a minute, our mission this time is to enlighten them. We can't just be kicked out without doing anything, right? Then won't our radio anchor's sign be smashed to pieces?"
Qin Hao said with a smile at this time, as if he was not affected by the bad attitude of these patients at all.
"What's there to say to this kind of person? Isn't he just waiting to die?"
Wen Jing curled her lips disdainfully and said, "Then please hurry up, my time is precious!"
"That's not necessarily true. You also know that it takes a long time to convince someone..."
At this time, Qin Hao seemed not to have seen the murderous eyes of the patient on the opposite bed, and said with a smile.
"Qin Hao, can you die if you don't pretend to be cool? What else can you say to this kind of trash that has a heart that is dead?"
At this moment, Wen Jing even glanced at the four patients who were not far away. Suddenly, as if she thought of something, her eyes lit up and she said, "Qin Hao, how about we make a bet!"
"Okay, what do you want to bet on?"
"I bet you can't persuade these patients in front of you. If you lose, then create a new story for me and give me the copyright to use the recording!"
Wen Jing showed a proud smile at this time, as if she had convinced Qin Hao, and said, "How about it? Do you dare to bet?"
At this time, Qin Hao looked at the patients opposite him, then at the confident Wen Jing, and said with a smile, "What if you lose?"