At the same time, I saw two strange stories. One happened in New Zealand, about an iron bar stabbed into a person’s head. The injured man did not scream or fall down and moan, but held the iron bar in his head with his hands while calmly seeking help. Another strange story happened in Mexico, a male was also attacked in the head, but instead of an iron bar, a sharp pair of scissors was stabbed into his head. Although the murder weapon stabbed into his head was different from the New Zealand brother in distress, he was just as calm. After being rushed to the hospital, he even asked the doctor if he could do him a small favor without losing his gentlemanly demeanor. When I was working in a primary hospital, I spent three years in the emergency department, and I know the enormity and responsibility of emergency medicine. In the emergency room, the doctor really does not leave the saddle, people do not remove the armor, holding a sword and a halberd, because the treatment in the emergency room is as fast and furious. There, the face must be full of pain, whether it is a headache or a small bump; the escort must be anxious, whether it is a family member or a passerby; after arriving at the hospital must want to be the first to see the doctor, whether it is a real emergency or a fake emergency; the eyes must be full of expectation when looking at the doctor, hoping that the doctor will make a decision on whether it is good or good in the conversation. I once saw a young man who was studying in the United States. He came to see me not because of an emergency, but because of a small mole on his body. When I asked him why he didn’t take care of it in the United States, he told me that it took too much patience to see a doctor in the United States. He gave me an example of a classmate who accidentally cut his hand and needed stitches, so he went to the emergency room of a large local hospital for treatment. But his classmate, holding his bleeding hand, waited in the ER for more than six hours without seeing a doctor. The triage nurse told him that there was a more serious patient in front of him that needed to be treated by a doctor and that he needed to wait. What kind of reaction would he have had if this were at home? The emergency room table and chairs might have been tipped over long ago. But he was in America and still needed to be patient because there were people behind him who were waiting just like him. My child once said something to me. She said, “I feel as if life is a countdown from the moment I’m born.” I was amazed at her negativity and comforted by her insight into life. Life and death are both a matter of time for anyone. We all want to live well, but we should also have a calm attitude toward illness and death. But this positive attitude is not to be helpless, not to be frightened, not to be angry with others for no reason, but to face the threat of suffering and death, and to deal with it calmly and composedly, just like the pair of brothers who were stabbed in the head with iron bars and scissors, and this, perhaps, is a shortcut to escape from hell.