A Visit to a Hospital

"May no one visit hospital, not even the enemy." 

A hospital is a dreadful name because ailing and wounded live there. They have to go there for treatment. But not all get cured. Some person dies in the hospital. They die during delivery, during the course of an operation, and so on. There are others who get cured. The hospital is the last place one would like to visit. As such I hesitate to go to the hospital. I cannot see infirm, suffering, and bedridden persons.

One day I went to the Civil Hospital at Ferozepur. My neighbor met with an accident. He was hurt seriously. He was admitted to the hospital. I went to enquire about his health. I entered the hospital through a big iron gate. The building was very big. There were very big grassy lawns with charming flowers. The very appearance at the hospital was as if one was going to a picnic spot. It relieved me of the impression of a hospital.

There were a number of departments. Every department was dealing with a different type of cases. There were a large number of doctors and nurses. They were all smart and active. The nurses were looking very beautiful in the white dress. There was a great rush of patients. All the wards or departments were full of ill persons. It appeared as if the whole world was full of suffering. Some were getting discharged while the new cases were entering. I felt very very sad when I saw very serious patients.

It is the greatness of medical science that the diseases which were fatal yesterday are becoming easy to cure today. There were patients who suffered from tuberculosis, heart trouble, eye and ear or nose or throat trouble. I saw a patient who was fully plastered. Probably he fell down and received major injuries. There was a case of burning. There were many crying with pain. It was a scene that was heart-rending.

There were fixed hours of visiting the patients. Everybody at all times could not go. The doctors and the nurses were attending to the patients. In every ward, a team of doctors and nurses were there. Every patient was having a history of his case attached to his bed. The medicines were given regularly by the doctors and nurses. The patients though young or old; were all treated very carefully as a child is treated in the house.

I paid a visit to the special ward. There I met a doctor, a friend of mine. He took me to my patient. My patient was in the surgical ward. He was feeling better. The doctor, my friend showed me some latest equipment for diagnosing a disease. Really the doctors are next to God. They treat the sufferers. Really they are working smilingly for the welfare of society.