Haunted

(Morning round in the intensive care unit.)

“Madam, you look very much better now,” the consultant says to a young female patient, “We shall send you back to the general ward later this afternoon.”

“That would be great, doctor,” the woman replies, “Em… but, can I make a small request?”

“Yes…?” The consultant raise his eyebrow. From all he knows, this patient is not particularly demanding.

“Can you send me to an ordinary third-class bed? For god’s sake, I don’t want to be isolated or stay in a single-bed room.” The patient sounds serious.

“Well, we can arrange that. After all, you don’t really need isolation. But, why on earth?” The consultant is confused, “I remember you were actually staying in a single room before being transferred here, and I suppose you know the whereabouts of this hospital. You could only have a descend environment in a single room – staying with another seven or eight patients in a third class cubicle is no fun.”

The patient is speechless. Her eyes seem to say that there is a good and obvious reason.

But, however good that reason is, the consultant certain has no idea. Standing by his side, a junior doctor suddenly steps forward and pull aside the consultant.

“Sir, you know, the isolation room that this patient used to stay is haunted.” The trainee whispered.

“What!?” The consultant could not believe his ears.

(To be continued.)