During summer, I usually spend two months at Ranong visiting my grandfather. At his large home in countryside, I can stay with a different life from city life at my home. I live simply there such as wandering leisurely in a natural environment, dressing as plainly as I want, and having many spicy local dishes. Moreover, my kind grandfather takes care of me well. Not only does he usually go out with me, but he also gives me lots money. Therefore, I always look forward to staying with him during summer. However, my last memories about my grandfather were different. I was called to be in hurry from Bangkok to Ranong. It was not a visit at his home in summer, but it was an emergency at the hospital at urgent night. At peaceful night, on the quiet roads stands the big old shadowy government hospital. At the top of the building was the square label ‘Ranong hospital’ brightened vaguely by the dim green light. Around the hospital was a car park which had few cars left. One ambulance with sparkling red and blue light and angry siren interrupted the calmness of this hospital. I saw it passing my car which just arrived to the front of the hospital that made me more depressed. Getting off the car, I felt the groaning wind touching my face and then I rushed into the hospital. Inside the hospital was busily contrastive to the outside. The patients were sitting on every unoccupied sofa while the troop of nurse in identical white uniform was moving tightly. The front section was the information center with wearily nurse informing me unwillingly about the direction of my grandfather’s room. Walking through the straight corridor to his room, I passed some unpleasant sections. First is the waiting room where many patients walked unsteadily like toddler and some were on wheelchairs with bandages and plasters seeping with blood. Next was an emergency room where a man wearing helmet and torn shirt over which had blood held by his frightened wife was