Le Hung Thang is a stent patient at the Department of Cardiology, General Hospital of Phu Tho province. He was also the author of the poem "Lying in the Hospital" published in the Journal of Archeology of the Spring of 2016. He sent a poem and a very moving letter to the Director of Hospital and Cardiology:
"Phu Loc, February 18, 2016
Dear Director of Phu Tho Provincial General Hospital
Dear Faculty of Cardiology, Phu Tho General Hospital
My name is Le Hung Thang, 74 years old, in Phu Tho commune, Phu Tho district, Phu Tho province, patients of the Department of Cardiology, general hospital of Phu Tho province. Stent is available from April 7, 2015 to April 25, 2015. After treatment, my disease is relatively stable, gradually recovered health is due to:
- The hospital has modern facilities and equipment
- Especially, there is a team of physicians and service staff with professional skill, professional, whole heartedly for patients.
Thanks to that, I managed to overcome a serious illness. Not to go on the line, my family saved a lot of effort, time and money. For me Province General Hospital is a reliable address.
On the day of Vietnamese physician, I send to him and through him to express my sincere gratitude to the team of physicians and staff of the Department of Cardiovascular Diseases of the provincial hospital.
With love affection surge, from the bottom of my heart wrote the poem "Hospitalization" was published in the Spring Festival of Literature for 2016 to donate him and the Department of Cardiology of the hospital. The poem is the heart, the words of gratitude written from my heart are saved.
On the occasion of new spring 2016 wish him and the Faculty of cardiovascular fun, full of happiness.
Sincerely,
Le Hung Thang. "
Contents of the poem by Le Hung Thang:
"Hospitalization
(Heart Hospital of Phu Tho province)
You know the wind is not good
From where to stop cardiopulmonary
A sunny life with me
Twilight purple tilting rush down
The body of the hammock
How much money under the wind to moderate!
In front of the hospital, the wind was dull
Left - money! Just the moon
"Lie here" doctor always visit
- Diseases "crescent moon" silkworm silkworm
I heard someone read poetry:
- Old-fashioned claw wear for the sky
Good man with white clothes
Golden hand to treat heart resurrection
Every day met white coat
Engraved on me the whole word medicine.
L.H.T.”
