Prescription for Human Pain Relief

This is the Third People's Hospital of Weiyang City. This is a huge life container, containing the hottest and coldest body temperature in the world. Every morning is like yesterday, and every hospital bed is a stage. Some people are here to survive, and some are here to make a living. Until the sudden crisis of a seven-year-old child with leukemia, like the first domino to fall, there was a fire in the cafeteria, the patient jumped off the building, the news was revealed on the Internet, and the investigation team was stationed... The undercurrent of the river under the calm surface finally broke through the dam. This is not a black and white story. The angel's sleeves are stained with dust, and the devil has a family photo on his bedside. What is prescribed is not a medicine, but a choice made by a person in a desperate situation: Some people exchange their mistakes for survival, and some people exchange their conscience for their future; Some people are trying their best to be clean in the filth, while others are quietly rotting in the face of cleanliness. When the new morning light once again illuminates the pot of pothos at the nurse's station, the hospital still stands, witnessing silently: There are no heroes in the world, only ordinary people who stumble forward but never give up. There is no cure for this serious disease in the world. Every prescription provides us with temporary relief in the gap between life and death.