While adjusting the drip rate for a patient again, I caught her posting a video on TikTok. The video showed the IV drip currently hanging. Caption: "The nurse is all dressed up, probably planning to go on a date later." "So I deliberately adjusted the flow rate to the slowest. Take your time, I'm in no rush." "Hahaha, looks like the little nurse won't be able to make her date." 1 While I was hooking up the IV drip for the patient, she suddenly asked me: "Miss, how old are you?" I glanced at the patient. About thirty or forty years old, with somewhat dark skin and high cheekbones. She was wearing a red dress, the lace at the bottom worn out beyond recognition. I smiled: "Twenty-three." "So young," she looked me up and down a few times, "Got a boyfriend yet?" Facing so many patients every day, many older patients like to chat. I was used to it and replied: "Not yet." The patient looked at me a few more times, then suddenly grinned and said: "Oh, wearing makeup for work? Your makeup skills are quite good. Dressed so prettily, do you have a date later?" I wear makeup just to look a bit more spirited at work, pleasing to my own eyes. But for some reason, this patient's tone made me feel subtly uncomfortable. "No." I didn't want to explain much, carefully inserting the needle for her: "You have pneumonia, right? There are three bags in total. Call me when one is finished, and I'll come change it for you." I specifically instructed: "Don't adjust the flow rate. It's normal if there's a little blood return later, don't be scared. Ring the bell if you need me." "Oh, okay, okay, I know. Go busy yourself." She still had a smile on her face, as if the gaze that made me uncomfortable just now was just my imagination. The night shift was really too busy. I soon forgot about this matter and went to change IV drips for others. After a busy round, I could finally catch my breath. I found a chair to sit down, rubbing my legs sore from standing too long. Thinking that I could rest tomorrow, I couldn't help smiling. Just as I was thinking about asking friends to hang out, the female patient from earlier suddenly rang the bell. "What's wrong?" I got up and went over. "Uncomfortable, oh my, I feel terrible." I was startled and quickly checked her infusion information. "Are you sure you're not allergic to penicillin?" She nodded: "Not allergic, I've had it before." No problem with the medicine, and no allergies. I asked with concern: "Where is it uncomfortable? How does it feel?" "Just uncomfortable," she frowned, "I can't describe it either. Oh, seems better now, not uncomfortable anymore." My heart relaxed. Just as I wanted to leave, I saw a drop of medicine dripping down from the drip bottle after a long time. The flow rate had been adjusted to the slowest. I frowned: "Did you touch the flow rate?" "Ah, what? I felt uncomfortable with it dripping too fast." I looked down at the patient and said helplessly: "There are regulations for drug flow rates. Don't adjust it randomly. Tell me if you're uncomfortable." I reached out to adjust the flow rate to the standard speed. Thinking about her discomfort just now, I slowed it down a little bit. "I've adjusted it slower for you," I instructed repeatedly, "Don't touch the flow rate. Call me if you need anything." "Okay, okay, sorry for troubling you." 2 Although the patient's attitude was good, she was really too troublesome. Every time I just sat down to rest, she started ringing the bell. "Miss, does your hospital have power banks? My phone is out of battery." "No, the hospital doesn't have power banks, but there are charging plugs over there." I said kindly, "If your phone is out of battery, I can help you take it over to charge." "Forget it, no need, thanks." Not long after, the bell rang again! I got up tiredly and went over: "What's wrong?" "Miss, this fluid is too cold. It feels uncomfortable and chilly." I thought for a moment: "How about I give you a heat pack?" "Forget it, no need, sorry to bother you." "It's okay." I waved my hand. As a result, just as I sat back to catch my breath, she rang the bell again! I resignedly went over: "Ma'am, what's wrong now?" The woman had a smile on her face and pointed to my seat: "Miss, do you have a date later? I saw you smiling just now." I had been busy all night, just smiled because I thought about the day off tomorrow! Fire rose in my heart, but I patiently said: "I don't have a date. Please ring the bell only if you have something important." "Okay, okay, sorry, I was just curious." The woman's face was piled with smiles: "I was just wondering, Miss, you're so pretty, how can you not have a boyfriend?" "Must be lots of boys chasing you, right? Look at your white skin and big eyes, and makeup so well done." She looked carefully at my face: "Your makeup is really detailed. Must take an hour or two to do, right? What time do you have to get up in the morning?" I was really annoyed, but seeing her alone getting an IV drip so late without anyone accompanying her. It was also quite pitiful. Maybe she was really just too lonely and wanted to find someone to talk to. "Not that long, just five or ten minutes." Just as I wanted to tell her not to ring the bell if there was nothing, I suddenly remembered an hour had passed, and her drip should have been finished long ago. I looked up, but saw more than half of the first bag remaining. It took forever for a drop of medicine to fall. She adjusted the flow rate to slow again! This time I was really angry. "Didn't I tell you not to adjust the flow rate? You have three bags in total. At this speed, you won't finish even if you drip all night. "I already adjusted the speed slower for you just now, don't touch it again!" Saying that, I reached out to adjust the flow rate. I meant well, afraid her injection time would be too long, having to suffer here all the time. The hospital chairs are cold and uncomfortable to sit on, better to finish early and go back to rest. Who would have thought the woman still had that grinning appearance: "Oh my, am I dripping too slow, delaying your date, Miss? Sorry about that!" I was furious, didn't want to say a word anymore. Adjusted the flow rate and went back to sit. This time she didn't ring the bell again. I breathed a sigh of relief, patrolled around, and went back to the room to mix medicine. Just finished mixing, the director came to check. She came in and walked around: "Is everything okay?" "No problems." I shook my head: "All hooked up, I checked the medicine many times too, no problem." "That's good." The director looked at my records: "Among the new batch, you are the most meticulous, not bad." Just as she turned to leave, the bell rang again! I looked at the place where the bell rang, and my vision went black. It was that female patient again! Now other patients were unhappy too. The big brother sleeping with his head covered next to her suddenly lifted the blanket and said impatiently: "Are you done yet? How many times have you rung the bell tonight? Can't you finish saying everything at once if you have something? Letting people sleep or not?!" The woman shrank her neck and whispered: "I feel uncomfortable, can't I say it?" The director walked over: "What's wrong, where is it uncomfortable?" She checked the medicine: "No problem—hmm? Why is your flow rate so slow?" "I feel uncomfortable if it's too fast," the woman glanced at me, "This miss keeps adjusting the flow rate faster for me, is it delaying her date?" "Hehehe," she smiled, "Young people have rich night lives. Such a pretty girl must have many suitors. Many dates are understandable. It's okay, just drip faster then, don't delay her getting off work." I was so angry my vision went black, and I said loudly: "I didn't adjust it fast for you, I adjusted to the standard speed. Besides, I already slowed it down for you. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, tell me. I don't have a date, don't talk nonsense!" The big brother next to her also helped: "The nurse has been called over by you several times. You said you were uncomfortable and she adjusted it for you. Why do you keep tormenting people?" "Who am I tormenting?!" The woman said aggrievedly, "Can't I say it if I'm uncomfortable! "Are you helping her because she's pretty? Do you want to chase her?!" The man rolled his eyes: "Crazy." The director said seriously: "Your flow rate is too slow. I see you still have two bags. Like this, you can't finish all night. Won't you have to suffer here yourself?" "Where exactly are you uncomfortable? Should I change the medicine for you?" "No need, no need," the woman waved her hands repeatedly, "Maybe the needle wasn't inserted well just now. I asked, this miss is only 23, just graduated right?" "Intern, right? Oh my, college girls have no experience, it's normal not to do well. It's okay, I'm not a pretentious person, I can understand." I was sure I inserted the needle perfectly just now! Just an IV drip, I practice every day at home, not to mention handled so many patients in the hospital, I haven't failed inserting a needle for anyone! I suppressed my anger: "You said it wasn't inserted well, where is it not well?" "Oh my, how would I know this? I'm not a professional. I just feel pain, look, there's blood return." She pointed to the back of her hand. There was no blood at all in the infusion tube. "Where?" "There was just now, maybe gone now." The woman shrank back, "Don't be angry, Miss. I won't say it next time. I just don't understand, I was scared, I didn't mean it." The director looked at her hand seriously: "Your needle insertion is fine, no blood return. Even if there is, it's a normal phenomenon, don't worry." "Oh," the woman laughed awkwardly, "Then maybe I saw wrong. I feel much better now. You adjust it, it's fine." The director adjusted the flow rate: "Our nurses are very responsible. They get off work on time and won't leave early. Don't worry, tell the nurse immediately if there are any problems." "Hehehe." The woman fake laughed twice. ... Finally finished one bag, I went to change the medicine for the woman expressionlessly. The woman's apple cheeks bulged: "Sorry, Nurse Miss. I'm a bit scared coming to the hospital alone for the first time. Don't hold it against me." I took a deep breath: "If there are any problems, notify me, and I will check for you. I won't leave work early for a date. Even if my shift ends, a colleague will take over. We have people here 24 hours a day, you don't need to worry about these." "Okay, okay, hurry up and get busy. Sorry, I'm fine now." There are too many such things in the hospital, I was really out of breath, so I hurried to mix medicine for others. Finally busy finishing and coming back, passing by the woman, she was playing with her phone with her back to me. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and froze. The woman was posting a short video, the screen showing the IV drip just put on. Caption: "The nurse is all dressed up, probably planning to go on a date later. So I deliberately adjusted the flow rate to the slowest. Take your time, I'm in no rush. Hahaha, looks like the little nurse won't be able to make her date." I looked up sharply, my brain buzzing! She adjusted the flow rate to the minimum again! 3 Working here for a while, I've seen quite a few weirdos. But this irritating, truly the first time I've seen such a person. Bad and stupid. I didn't want to argue with her. Entangling with her was meaningless, and there was a risk of complaints. The woman moved and came back to her senses. Seeing me, she panicked, quickly turned off her phone, and smiled at me. I walked past her expressionlessly. I kindly didn't want her to suffer here, but I didn't expect there are people in the world who can have such great hostility towards a stranger they've never met. Without power, or even intelligence, she still tries her best to make things difficult for others. She probably doesn't know we work in shifts. I have half an hour left before handing over to my colleague. Her time is worthless. If she wants to suffer, let her suffer here. ... Half an hour later, my colleague came to take over. "Exhausted after a busy night, right? Hurry back and rest. Leaving at this time, you can still make it home for dinner." My colleague smiled at me: "Today is Valentine's Day, no date?" Is it Valentine's Day today? I looked at my phone, really is. Busy working, couldn't care less about these so-called holidays. But I have a bit of PTSD about the word date, quickly waved my hand: "No no no, I'm withdrawing, you get busy." The female patient on the side saw me packing up to leave, her face suddenly changed! "You..." She stammered. "You're leaving? I haven't finished dripping yet." "Yes, what's wrong?" I said smilingly, "We work in shifts, don't you know?" "I feel uncomfortable!" She suddenly said, "I'm not comfortable, help me check, is there a problem with this drip, oh my." She frowned, looking somewhat in pain. I smiled: "Sorry, I'm getting off work. But my colleague is still here." "Tell my colleague if you have anything. She's on the first half of the night, another colleague will come for the second half. Don't worry." "Slow, slow, drip." The woman's face was a bit ugly, forcing a twisted smile. "Oh, like that. "Your shift is really relaxing, only these few hours a day?" "It's okay," I smiled and said: "You really don't need to worry about delaying me getting off work. "Not to mention dripping for these few hours, even if you drip all night, it won't delay anything. Rest assured, after work I do what I need to do, nothing is delayed." The woman's face turned darker, fingers clenching. The big brother next to her couldn't help laughing out loud, saying in a voice everyone could hear: "Idiot." I couldn't be bothered with her, looked up and walked past her. Through the glass door in front, I could still see the woman staring dead at me from behind. Face livid, expression venomous. 4 Just walked to the parking lot, I received a message from another colleague. It was a link jumping to a short video. "Just saw it swiping local feed, look, is this you?" I clicked in and almost died of anger! That woman posted another video at some point, and this time she filmed my face directly! "Nurse job is so good, putting on makeup at work, don't have to do any work, get off work to date after a few hours." "Some people have good lives, can't envy." I didn't mind the video just filming the drip earlier, but this time my features were clearly visible! She deliberately filmed my face! And this video had been pushed to local trending, with comments flooding below. "Nurse miss is so pretty, asking for contact info." The woman replied: "She already has a partner. I was getting a drip and she wished she could adjust it to the fastest for me. Thinking I delayed her getting off work to play with men, I might as well have drunk it." Added a mouth-covering laughing emoji. There were also sensible people speaking for me. "Not that easy to do, nurses are very tired, often have to work night shifts." The woman replied quickly: "Indeed not easy, painting so exquisitely, what time does she have to get up in the morning to prepare? Still have to date at night, busy! Haha." That person retorted: "If it's so good, why don't you do it?" "They only recruit young and pretty girls like this. Who wants an old woman like me? Don't know why the hospital gets so many beauties, making men's eyes straight, sigh." Someone gave her advice: "You can complain about her." The woman posted a teeth-baring smile emoji: "They are all connected, my complaint won't work." Then secretly posted a photo of me below. My ID number and name were clearly visible on it. How can a person be this despicable?! I was furious, strode back to the infusion hall. The woman was still typing frantically on her phone. Seeing me return, she immediately put on a fake smile. "Miss, why did you come back? Did you leave something behind?" I clenched my fingers: "What right do you have to film me? Do you know you have infringed my portrait rights?! "Besides, I didn't adjust your drip flow rate fast at all, and I wasn't rushing off work to date. What right do you have to talk nonsense?!" The woman played dumb: "I didn't post anything, you found the wrong person, right?" I took out my phone and shoved it in front of her: "Isn't this posted by you?! There are your previous videos below!" Although her previous videos were wearing revealing cheap clothes, looking like posing in a village bungalow. Or lip-syncing songs or finger dances with maximum beauty filter, but one could see it was the woman in front. Seeing I took out evidence, she shrank her head and laughed awkwardly: "I just posted it for fun, a joke. Miss, why are you so serious? "I just saw you were pretty, couldn't help posting a video, I didn't do anything." Saying that, she reached out and tugged my clothes. "Look at you dressed so beautifully, who would believe you're not going on a date? But your boyfriend is really lucky to find such a pretty partner like you." She turned to ask the big brother beside her: "Right?" The big brother ignored her completely. The woman was rebuffed, dared not speak again. I pulled my clothes back sharply, saying word by word: "I say it again, your drip was operated according to standard procedures from beginning to end. If you think I have a problem, you can complain about me, but you cannot slander me like this." The woman seemed not to expect my attitude to be so tough, hurriedly took out her phone, face still piled with that annoying smile. "Oh my, oh my, don't be angry. I was just joking. If you don't like it, I'll delete it." Saying so, she had no intention of deleting it at all. "Fine, you won't delete it, right?" I was too lazy to talk nicely to her anymore, "Then I'll call the police directly. Publicizing others' portraits without consent constitutes infringement. I won't talk to you, talk to the police." "How can it be so serious," the woman didn't care: "Don't scare me." A girl nearby looked over here: "She's not scaring you. Fabricating facts that damage others' reputation and spreading them publicly on information networks, being clicked and viewed more than 5000 times, or reposted more than 500 times constitutes defamation." She pointed to the woman's phone: "Could be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of up to three years. If you really go to jail, your son and grandson won't be able to take civil service exams." I looked at her gratefully. The woman was fierce in appearance but faint in heart: "Don't scare me. Who knows if you're talking nonsense to trick me? I just posted a video, how can I go to jail!" Expression became nervous though. The girl hooked her lips, took out her phone, found a photo of her lawyer's license: "Big sister, read more books if uneducated. What do I trick you for, what do you have for me to trick?" She looked at me: "Beauty, if you need to fight a lawsuit, find me, I'll give you a 20% discount." Hearing about fighting a lawsuit, the woman got scared. Her smile piled up like melted vegetable cream, greasy and nauseating. She muttered: "Oh my, I was just joking. Why are you taking it seriously? Young people nowadays are so serious, can't even say a word." Seeing me expressionless, she squeezed out a smile harder: "Miss, don't be angry, don't haggle with me. "Is it worth calling police and fighting lawsuits over such a small matter? I'm a rural woman with no knowledge. I filmed because you look good!" "Oh my, I really have no bad intentions! If you don't believe me, ask around in our village, who doesn't know I'm honest? If you don't like it, I'll delete it." Saying so, she took out her phone and deleted the video in front of me. "Okay now?" She looked very aggrieved. "I'm from the village, uneducated, unlike you knowing this and that. I know you look down on me, I annoyed you." A big sister next to her rolled her eyes: "Stop embarrassing village people. What's wrong with village people? Village people aren't as crazy as you." The woman glared at her fiercely. The big sister didn't tolerate her, suddenly stood up pointing at her: "What are you looking at? Look again and I'll show you!" The woman hurriedly lowered her head, daring not speak. I warned her coldly: "I will keep watching your account and various platforms. If I find you posting my portrait or spreading rumors again, let's meet at the police station." The woman gritted her teeth, but dared not say anything more. I didn't want to waste words with her anymore, turned and left. She was still muttering behind: "Dressed so nicely, how can it not be for a date, still lying..."
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