Composition | A Visit To A Hospital

The other day, I heard that my friend had an accident. They were taken to Narsingdi Zila Hospital. In the evening, I went there to visit them.

The hospital was big. It had a large wall surrounding it. The tall trees provided shade for the visitors, which was nice. The roads and paths inside the hospital were very clean. I was impressed when I saw the hospital for the first time.

I went to the Enquiry office first. They told me that my friend was in Room 41 on the first floor. A hospital staff member showed me the way to the room. When I entered, I saw my friend sleeping. I asked the nurse about their condition. She said that they were safe. Hearing this made me want to explore the hospital.

As I walked around, I saw the outdoor medical wards, general wards, emergency ward, operation theater, and X-ray room. The outdoor medical wards for both men and women were full of patients. The surgical outdoor ward was no different. It was sad to see the patients in pain at the emergency ward. The patients at the outdoor wards had to wait for a long time to receive treatment. I realized that there was a shortage of staff. The doctors couldn't spend enough time with each patient.

The indoor general wards didn't look any better. Many patients were lying in bed with dirty sheets. Some of them were crying. It seemed like these poor people were not taken care of properly. The food they were given was not satisfactory, and the bathrooms were not clean.

The patients in the special rooms received better and faster care. These rooms were for wealthy people. It was expensive, and ordinary people couldn't afford it. I thought it would be nice if all patients were treated equally.

Leaving the hospital, I had mixed feelings. It reminded me of our fate. We admire great people after they die, we mourn for those who are no longer with us, and we treat people in such hospitals when they get sick. But no matter what, death is something we cannot avoid.