Today, let me share some gossip. The patient in the bed next to me was admitted later than I was. I remember she came in with a blood sugar of 40 and some kind of poisoning. Then, when the doctor made rounds today, she was getting ready to leave, and the doctor turned pale with shock, saying she still wasn't better. She said that since her blood sugar had dropped to 20 and she didn't feel anything wrong, she thought she was cured and wanted to leave. The doctor said that with blood sugar like hers, if she left now, she'd have to come back in a couple of days. After much persuasion, she didn't leave today, but who knows whether she'll go tomorrow ㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ. Meanwhile, this little fry with a blood sugar of 16 is quietly trembling in the corner, too scared to say anything.
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