One cold, rainy evening last October, I was in the hospital collecting medical records. A 43-year-old patient, whom I called Ms A, was     （躺） in bed. There were no relatives or friends with her. Even the bed    （旁边） her was empty.
After I finished my work, I was about to leave when Ms A spoke up in her weak     （声音）. “I haven’t seen you here      （以前）, doctor. Are you new?” “Not really. It’s just that I don’t come here every day,” I replied. I was   （惊奇的） someone in her condition would want to talk.”
Ms A started talking about      （她自己）. She told me that she had three children, “My husband    （死） a year ago and I’m the only breadwinner of my family. We are not rich and my pay     （作为）a cleaner is exactly enough for me and my kids.”
I just sat    （安静地） while she talked. She shared her difficulties and sufferings. She also expressed her fear if something bad happened to her. A few days later, when I     （返回） to the ward, I discovered that Ms A had left as her condition had improved.