Two weeks in ward and I have witnessed three deaths that I helped to revive them. It was so heartbreaking when you see the family members cried and it was such astonishing thing that I didn't wail together with them. I had to bite my lips, look away from their eyes and felt the heaviness inside my heart. Even after the death we the so called doctors could do our work like nothing had happened when we could see the family members are falling apart. It's so saddening that my heart would become as hard as stone as time goes by. But if it's not because of our stone hard hearts, we could never be able to survive the ward land.