The first patient I took care of after becoming a male nurse was a vegetative patient named Xu You.
All doctors say that the probability of waking her up is infinitely close to zero.
But they didn't know that I had already flipped through her sketchbook - it was full of drawings of the same man's back, standing under a magnolia tree.
This man is not me.
So, as I read Neruda's love poem to her for the ninth time, I couldn't help but think:
She desperately wants to wake up, is it for this world or for the him in the sketchbook?
I didn't even know that from the day we met, she was weaving a gentle lie for me.
Purpose: Respect the value of every life, even the slightest light has illuminated each other.