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This is a story I heard from my aunt, who is a nurse.

When my aunt first started working as a nurse, she found night shifts to be the hardest part of the job.

There was quite a lot to do, from making regular rounds in the middle of the night to dealing with patients whose conditions would suddenly take a turn for the worse. 

Her body clock wasn’t used to the hours yet, so she would get sleepy, and the hospital at night was a little creepy to a rookie nurse like her.

One night, as she was making her usual rounds, checking on patients one room at a time, she reached a room on the third floor and noticed a patient sitting upright in bed, staring blankly out of the window.

He was a man in his eighties.

When my aunt spoke to him, the old man smiled warmly and said,

“Isn’t it Nozaki-san’s turn to do the night rounds tonight?”

My aunt thought, Oh, not again, but helped him lie back down in bed.

Ever since she had started working on that ward earlier that year, she had occasionally heard patients mention a nurse named Nozaki.

They all seemed to have one thing in common: they absolutely loved her.

In fact, some patients had even told my aunt that they preferred Nozaki-san to her, which had annoyed her more than once.

What she couldn’t quite understand, though, was that, as far as she could remember, there was no senior nurse with the surname Nozaki.

Still, since she was new to the job and there were senior nurses she hadn’t even met yet, she didn’t give it much thought.

When she returned to the nurses’ station, she casually asked one of the senior nurses about Nozaki-san while making small talk.

The senior nurse was sorting through some paperwork and replied in an irritated tone.

“Oh, Nozaki-san? She used to work here, but she died last year. Suicide. Apparently, she had a lot going on.”

My aunt was absolutely horrified.

Desperately hoping there had been some kind of mistake, she told the senior nurse about her conversation with the old man just moments earlier.

“It’s not that unusual,” the senior nurse replied curtly, without even changing her expression.

After that, my aunt would occasionally hear other patients mention Nozaki-san, too.

It wasn’t just elderly patients like the old man, but young patients and even children would mention Nizaki-san.

At first, simply hearing Nozaki’s name from a patient was enough to send chills down my aunt’s spine.

She was so frightened that she even considered quitting her job.

But it’s amazing what you can get used to.

As she gradually settled into her work, even my aunt, who had always been rather timid, stopped being bothered by some occasional supernatural encounters.

When patients mentioned Nozaki-san, she would simply brush it off with an Oh, here we go again and carry on with her work.

Besides, for some reason, the patients seemed to adore Nozaki-san.

Even if she was a ghost, she was still a senior nurse. Maybe she was still watching over the patients, even after her death.

She can now look at the bright side of it.

After hearing all this, I thought to myself perhaps ghosts weren’t always such bad things after all — until I saw my aunt chuckle and continue:

“There’s just one thing, though. Every patient who’s seen Nozaki-san ends up dying within two or three days.”