At eleven o'clock at night, there was mayhem in front of the emergency room entrance. Beds, chairs, and primitive hospital beds were squeezed in amongst one another, and the excruciating moans of physicians could be heard all around the infusion area, in the corridor, and in the hallway. In addition to the reassuring words of the patient's family members, the environment around the patient smelled faintly of disinfectant and was stuffy and dirty. The little disagreement that took place in front of the entrance of the surgical section continued for some time. Emergency physician Lorine Carroll gently described the vital things, after having chatted with this elderly guy for more than 10 minutes, the spots that may be examined. "I'll repeat again, you're really okay," she said. "I'll repeat again, you're really okay." I investigated everything as well, but the other individual said that "I'm not comfortable, I have a headache, and I definitely have internal injuries." I was able to confirm all of their claims. Anything that causes anguish on the inside is nothing more than dishonesty on your part. Lorine Carroll did not say a word as she saw the driver who was positioned near to the wall. He had his head lowered ever-so-slightly, and his face was obscured by the blue suit he wore when working for the public transport business. He was also clutching a pair of gloves. white, but it has what seems to be machine oil stains on it, so it has a filthy appearance despite its colour. Since arriving at the hospital, this patient has not once opened his lips to utter a single sound.