1987年父親花了950元買了一部14寸牡丹彩電。每天黃昏時分，父母一起做飯，然后我們邊吃飯邊看電視。我剪著短發，穿著一雙粉紅色塑料涼鞋。我覺得人生真幸福。那時的水果也只有李子、桃子。有天傍晚，父親帶我去買了一個二手的書桌，他朋友自已手工做的。價格是80元。又花了15元買了黃色臺燈，父親還請人做了紅色金絲絨沙發放在我的小房間。我每月買《東方少年》、《兒童文學》。我從小還夢想當作家名揚海外。在這個世界上誰要敢欺侮我的家人，我就會狠狠地揍她。我10歲那年，我父親得了癌癥。那時的中國醫療還很落后，醫院也不懂得尊重病人。科室醫生護士總是欺侮我們。我就大鬧醫院，我狠狠地打了醫院的王護士長，我就當著何院長的面打了他的人。最終全院上下他們是從骨子里特別懼怕我。后來我長大后又去了廣州工作，他們就更怕我了，他們不知道未來我要怎么收拾他們。后來何院長的兒子死了。何院長夫妻最后全死在養老院了。既使他們現在全死了。我胸中還是不解氣。醫院千萬不要去欺侮病人，病人會憎惡你們一輩子，我們只是來醫院看病的，我們不是來醫院鬧事的，你們憑什么敢欺侮我們？是誰給了你們底氣。欺侮病人的醫生和護士就是惡人。那些總認為病人鬧事的人，你們有沒想過你們究竟錯在哪里？你們真心為病人治療了嗎？你們在病人面前高高在上不可一世了嗎？你們用言語嚴重傷害病人了嗎？你們尊重病人了嗎？如果你們不真心反思，醫患矛盾將永遠存在。這不僅是社會問題，這更是醫院的問題。因為人才才能成就一家偉大的醫院，醫生才是一個國家的良知。好人，才有資格做醫生。

In 1987, my father bought a color television of 14 inches from PEONY. At dusk every day, my parents cooked together, and we watched TV while having dinner. I had a short haircut, and wore a pair of pink plastic slippers, finding myself surrounded by happiness even if the only fruit available to us at the time was plums and peaches. One day at dusk, my father and I went together to buy a second-hand desk, which was hand-made by his friend and cost us 80 yuan. We spent another 15 yuan on a yellow lamp. My father also bought me a tailor-made red pleuche sofa for my bedroom. I bought Oriental Juvenile and Children's Literature every month, dreaming about becoming an internationally renowned writer someday. And anyone who dared to bully my family, I would give that person a hard lesson. When I was 10, my father developed cancer. China’s medical care level was so underdeveloped at that moment. And the hospitals didn’t care to respect the patients. When my father was hospitalised, the doctors and nurses at the hospital always humiliated us. I couldn’t stand it anymore and made a scene in the hospital, beating the Head Nurse Wang in front of Director He of the hospital. In the end, deep inside their heart, they were so afraid of me. I went to Guangzhou for work when I grew up, and their fear of me grew stronger because they didn’t know how I would react to their irresponsibility back then to my father. Later on Director He’s son died, and he and his wife died in the nursing home. Even though they all passed away, I still feel grievance and pain in my heart. Hospitals should never bully patients, or patients will resent them for the rest of the lifetime. We come to the hospital only for treatment, and we never meant to make any mess, so why should you ever bother to humiliate us? Doctors and nurses with such behaviors are only wicked people. Medical staff, who blame all the fault on patients for the medical trouble, have they ever had some introspection? Did they really care about the treatments for patients? Were they condescending to their patients? Did they hurt the patients hard with their evil words? Did they respect the patients? If they don’t have some introspection, the conflicts between the hospital and the patients will always be there. It’s not just a problem for society, this is a problem for hospitals. Only talents can make a great hospital, and doctors are the reflection of the conscience of a nation. Only good people are eligible to be doctors.