When I went to the hospital for a check-up, I was a little uneasy. I have always had a strong sixth sense, and I always felt that something was going to happen, and sure enough, something happened. However, it was not me who had the accident, but my attending doctor.
When I watched him slowly and painfully, struggling and twisting down bit by bit; when I saw the nurse turning pale and running out screaming; when I saw a group of people in white clothes coming around me with thin and sharp needles. I felt an incomparable pleasure from my heart, and I even laughed. This kind of smile was a very uncomfortable smile. However, I really like this kind of smile, because now, the person feeling all this is not me in the true sense.