Yesterday, the sun shone through the glass windows of the hospital, casting dappled light and shadow. I accompanied my friend to this hospital in Xi'an, and I was both anxious and expectant, hoping that my friend's condition would be clearly diagnosed.
In the corridors of the hospital, people come and go, each with their own stories and expectations. We waited in line for the inspection, and it seemed as if the time had become extraordinarily long at this moment. Suddenly, a fragrant breeze hit, and I looked up to see a beautiful woman in her twenties smiling towards us.
She held a delicate cervical massager in her hand, which shimmered in the light, as if telling of its extraordinaryness. She came to us, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze, and she talked endlessly about the various effects of the massager. She said that this massager can relieve cervical spine fatigue, promote blood circulation, and have many benefits for the body.
My friend was a little moved by this, so he wanted to try this magical massager. Seeing this, the lady immediately put the massager on her friend's neck and gently pressed the switch. The massager began to vibrate, and the friend closed his eyes and seemed to feel more comfortable than he had ever felt before.
However, the doubts in my heart grew heavier and heavier. I couldn't help but ask, "How did you come to the hospital to sell this?" She smiled and replied, "We have a cooperation with the hospital, and this is for the convenience of patients." I asked, "Then how can the hospital sell this?" She explained with some hesitation: "Hospitals don't sell, but we are here for the convenience of patients." We can mail it to you if you need it. ”
Hearing this, my doubts were even more acute. I looked closely at the massager in her hand and found that apart from a beautiful box, there was only a simple instruction manual. I asked, "Can I see your product license?" She looked a little embarrassed and just took out a manual and handed it to me. I opened it and saw that there was no information about the manufacturer, production date, shelf life, etc., except for the introduction of product functions. This is clearly a three-no product.
I couldn't help but feel angry and disappointed. The hospital is supposed to be a place to save lives and help the wounded, why would such people be allowed to sell three-no products here? I looked around and saw that there was more than one such salesperson. They shuttled through all corners of the hospital, selling all kinds of so-called "miracle medicines" and "miracle weapons" to patients and their families.
I remember when I was a child, my grandmother used to tell me, "Sickness comes from the mouth, and disaster comes from the mouth." "At the time, I didn't understand the meaning. Nowadays, it seems that this sentence is not only applicable to food safety, but also to the management of hospitals. If hospitals can't strictly control and let these three-nos products flow into them, how will the health and interests of patients be guaranteed?
I sighed deeply, my heart full of helplessness and worry. I looked at the massager on my friend's neck, and my heart was mixed. This is not only a question of massagers, but also a matter of hospital management and moral bottom line.
I think of patients who are running around to treat their patients, who come here with trust and anticipation of the hospital, only to be hurt by these unscrupulous salesmen. I feel a strong sense of responsibility welling up in my heart, and I hope that through my voice, more people can understand this issue and attract the attention and attention of the society.
I stood up and pulled my friend out of that suffocating environment. Walking out of the hospital gate, the sun shone on my body, warm. But my heart was as heavy as a haze. I know that this problem will not be solved overnight. But I believe that as long as each of us can be vigilant and clear-headed, and not be fooled by those superficial glitz and temptations, then we can create a safer and healthier environment for ourselves and those around us.
I stood on the side of the road, watching my friend leave. I silently prayed that he would recover soon, and that there would be less deceit and greed in this world, and more sincerity and kindness.