Tell me what wonderful night shift experience you have had.

Although there are countless emergency stitches, there are only a few unforgettable ones. Now I occasionally tell them to my girlfriends as jokes. First of all, I have to say that emergency stitches are really a place with stories, a gathering place for gossip, and a place to see people's hearts clearly. Story one, a man is over 4. He got drunk at a friend's house, accidentally fell down, and broke his forehead. At first, the man was awesome. Men are not afraid of scars. My dad told me that I missed my dad. Later, I learned that his father had just died, and then I burst into tears. Honestly, I definitely put it aside to sober up. Later, the man's wife came, dressed as a Kochi, but she did something that surprised me. When the wife saw the man was drunk and slapped him, the nurse on duty and I were scared on the spot and stopped him ... The man finally stopped crying and went into the sewing room with great cooperation, and stopped singing, crying and screaming. He just told me after sewing that the doctor didn't want my son to know what I looked like today.