Prose in memory of comrades-in-arms: recalling righteousness in the dead of night
Night, silence, silence. I repeatedly read the articles recalling Li published in People's Daily, People's Liberation Army Daily and Shaanxi Daily. Suddenly, my memory became clear.
Seven years ago, at this time, such a night. I was writing at my desk when the telephone rang and there was bad news: Li died of a heart attack while attending the commendation meeting for outstanding civilian cadres in the Beijing Military Region. The news made my eyes black and my heart ached. Tears fell silently, wetting the manuscript.
Li was the director of Otolaryngology Department of No.289 Hospital of Beijing Military Region in Houma. He is an English model. He won the first class and participated in the general meeting of the English model association of the whole army. It has been rated as various advanced for many times and commended by the whole army, Beijing Military Region and Military Region Logistics Department. I met Li when I was transferred to the hospital as the director of the political department. Many inpatients often come to my office to reflect his advanced deeds of honest medical practice and enthusiastic service; Many discharged patients also wrote letters of commendation praising him as a messenger of love. When entering the department, people even said in unison: "Director Li, what a good man!" I used a lot of pen and ink to promote Li. In my heart, Li Wei has set up an immortal monument. I don't believe the sad news is true. On the way to Qinhuangdao to handle Li's funeral, I always had a feeling that he was still alive.
That morning, I went to the funeral home and saw Li lying among the flowers, as peaceful as if asleep. I jumped on Li and shook him gently with my hand: "Director Li, wake up, we see you coming!" " "His daughter fell to her knees and cried with grief:" Dad, you can't go, you can't go! ""His wife also burst into tears: "Bing Yi, you are so cruel, how can you leave us alone?" Wait for me! Wait for me! "No matter how people called Li, they closed their eyes and were indifferent. I couldn't bear to disturb him, and stood beside him silently for a long time. That heartbreaking scene is heartbreaking!
Sad and happy, circling in the solemn hall. My legs were weak and dizzy, and I almost fell down. But I can't leave. I want to stand beside Li and study it carefully for a while. I'll never see him again from tomorrow! Director Li, do you understand, my comrade-in-arms I didn't sleep the night Li's body was cremated. Seeing the branches swaying in the wind outside the window is like seeing the figure of Li Gaoda; Hearing the tide in Bohai Bay is like hearing people calling for Li!
The east turns white and the stars fall. When I went outside, I vaguely heard a sad cry. Looking inside, it turned out that Li's daughter was holding an urn and kneeling in front of a pile of gray paper, crying and saying, "Dad, let's go home!" " On the way back, she didn't eat or drink, and kept Li's urn on her chest. It was so pious, so affectionate and really touching. When the train carrying the casket of Li slowly entered Linfen, it rained lightly in southern Shanxi after a long drought. I think, maybe Li's departure touched the sky!
The day when I returned to the hospital was a Sunday. People got up early and spontaneously lined up in two long queues to welcome the intermittent autumn rain and the arrival of Li. In the misty eyes, I saw doctors and nurses, government officials, employees' families and inpatients in the team. The wind, rain and crying played a sad music, which was whispered in the hospital for a long time.
At the memorial service, hundreds of people gathered inside and outside the hospital, crying and complaining endlessly about Li: he left too early, he was only 52 years old! People are infinitely sad, and a good doctor has been lost on the medical front. After the meeting, people refused to disperse for a long time and wanted to stay with Li Duo for a while. At this moment, my heart was deeply shocked: why did Li's death touch so many people's hearts?
Following Li's footsteps, I interviewed the medical staff in his department and the patients he helped. I deeply feel that the most precious thing about him is that he has a passionate, innocent, kind and loving heart. His life value lies in dedication, giving all his love to others to make them live better.
Director Li, do you still remember Xiao Nie, a doctor who was just assigned to your department from colleges and universities, on New Year's Eve 1989? The first time I spent the New Year in a place far away from my relatives in my hometown, I couldn't help but shed tears of homesickness. You miss Xiao Nie, leave your wife and daughter behind, take meat and jiaozi, and spend New Year's Eve with Xiao Nie. In the early morning of the first day, you braved the heavy snow and pushed for 4 kilometers with your bicycle to put Xiao Nie on the train home. Xiao Nie said that watching you stand in the snow and wave frequently is like seeing a loving father.
Do you still remember that Li Faqian, the current director of Otolaryngology, followed you as an apprentice eight years ago? You teach by hand, bit by bit, one stroke at a time. Today, he has been able to perform dozens of ear, nose and throat operations, and has developed 14 new business and technology, and more than 10 has filled the gap in the hospital. This is all the result of your careful cultivation. He often tells me that as soon as he closes his eyes, he sees you standing in front of him. He shouted from the bottom of his heart: Director, you shouldn't leave!
Director Li, do you remember that Zhao Cun, a middle-aged woman in Xiaonie Village, Zhang Ze Town, Xinjiang County, was the patient you rescued? Knowing the news of your death, she cried many times and couldn't sleep all night for more than a month. Every paper burning season, she would kneel at the crossroads of the villa and burn a sheet piling and a wick to express her grief. When I interviewed her, she told a touching story. That year, after Zhao Cun was discharged from the hospital, you were not at ease. On Sunday, you rode a bicycle for more than 70 kilometers to visit her and brought souvenirs. Holding a souvenir, Zhao Cun sobbed and said, "I never dreamed that Director Li would die suddenly. God is unfair! "
Director Li, do you remember an old man named Li Xincai in Zhengbi Village, Lizhai Town, Yicheng County? You gave him a second life. He has laryngeal cancer and can't get the blood transfusion fee before the operation. You immediately take out the money you are going to send to your old mother and pad it. After the operation, in order to increase Li Laohan's nutrition, you ordered milk, cooked it at home every day and sent it to the old man's bed. You sent it for 27 days! Li Laohan told me about your thoughtfulness and care for him, and he couldn't help crying. The old man took my hand and said earnestly, "Director Li, a good man, you must publicize him well!" "
Li not only has a warm heart to serve patients, but also enjoys a high reputation in the field of laryngology in Sanjin and even the whole country. I have advised Li more than once: "Since you have been a well-known person for ten years, you must be slow and steady in future treatment, and never take risks. If you miss your hand, your reputation will be damaged. " But he just wouldn't listen and did what he had to do. There was once a patient with extracranial hemangioma who was afraid to be admitted to a large hospital above 10, but he accepted it anyway. He said: "It is a doctor's bounden duty to save lives. As long as there is one percent hope, we must make every effort! " It was his 100% efforts that saved the dying life. I admire Li's medical skills and medical ethics! I often think, in today's society, don't you need many doctors like Li?
Tonight, I thought of Li again. Tears spilled on my skirt and I couldn't sleep all night. Director Li, do you know that my comrades are under the grave? !
Although Li left in a hurry, he didn't leave the last sentence. But Li left a series of shining footprints on the road of life, which left unforgettable memories for people.
Lee is not dead, but he will live in my heart forever!
Prose to commemorate comrades-in-arms: deeply miss Han
One day in 2003, I just returned to Houma's home from Linfen, and my wife told me sadly that Director Han's condition had deteriorated. I immediately rushed to the ward to see him. I saw him groggy lying in the hospital bed, his eyes closed, and his breathing was short and subtle. I leaned close to Han's ear and whispered, "Director Han, Director Han!" He refused, but he was talking nonsense in a daze I haven't seen him for a week. He has lost his shape, his eye socket has collapsed, his cheeks have sunk in, his ugly gray face, his black stubble, a chapped mouth and a small blood hole that has cracked everywhere have turned yellow. Standing in front of Han's hospital bed, I felt so sad that an arrow pierced my heart.
At 5 pm the next day, I went to see Han again. He struggled in bed, and sweat rolled down his head painfully. Listening to his miserable moan, my heart was as painful as being cut by a sharp glass ballast, and I was dripping with blood. I really couldn't bear the sadness and hurried out of the ward. Who knows, it is my farewell to Han.
At half past seven in the evening, I got the bad news of Han's death. Although I was psychologically prepared, I was shocked by the news. My eyes were black and my heart ached. Tears fell silently and wet the clothes on my chest. Perhaps Han's departure touched the sky. The drizzle keeps falling, which makes my mood even wetter.
Night, silence, silence. I was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and many past events came to my mind clearly.
When I transferred to the director of the political department of 289 Hospital, he was the director of the outpatient department. The first time I went to check my work, I saw that his office was full of patients. He has a kind attitude and takes pains to take everyone seriously. I found that every patient was smiling when he left. Liu Deyue, a cadre officer who accompanied the inspection, introduced the situation of Korea to me. He shook hands with me warmly and said only one sentence: "Welcome the director's criticism and guidance." Later, he devoted himself to diagnosing patients. After many patients learned that I was a hospital leader, they immediately gathered around and reflected to me his touching deeds of honest medical practice and enthusiastic service. In the outpatient hall, I saw several red thank-you letters, all praising him and the medical staff in his department for their advanced deeds of serving patients wholeheartedly. Walking into the clinical and auxiliary departments, talking about Han is also a burst of admiration.
So, I love writing, and I conducted an in-depth interview in my spare time. The news photos I took were published in Linfen Daily, Shanxi Health Daily, Shanxi Daily, Comrades and People's Liberation Army Daily. Han's name is more and more familiar to more patients, and my feelings with him are getting deeper and deeper. Especially after he had liver cancer surgery on 1998, he always wanted to tell me about his thoughts and pain. I often worry about him and go to see him whenever I have time. Between us, there are endless confidences and endless friendship. Because of my deep feelings, I couldn't believe it when I heard the news of Han's death.
On the morning of the memorial service, I saw Han lying there peacefully, sleeping quietly. No matter how his relatives shouted, he closed his eyes and was indifferent. I know, he's too tired. He broke his heart for the sake of hospital construction and relieving the pain of patients!
One thing is still fresh in my memory: one day in 199 1, the leaders had serious differences on the adjustment and promotion of the directors of the outpatient department and the infectious diseases department. Some people insist that Han, the director of the outpatient department, be transferred to the infectious diseases department as the director, and an attending physician be promoted to the director of the outpatient department. My opinion is that an attending physician in infectious diseases department is promoted to director, familiar with the work and easy to carry out. Han, director of the outpatient department, will not make any adjustment, and the attending physician will make other arrangements. Shortly after the political commissar came to the hospital, he didn't know much about the situation and it was inconvenient to express his position. The dean didn't support my opinion and formed a one-sided position. The meeting instructed me to talk to the mediator. Director Han said with tears: "I was diagnosed in Taiyuan 264 Hospital, and my liver has problems. If I want to be director of infectious diseases, I don't agree. Because when I get there, I will form a conditioned reflex and cause unnecessary ideological pressure on me. " When I thought about it, it was this truth. I repeatedly reflected the situation to the dean and the political commissar and advised them to suspend the implementation of the resolution and find another way. After repeated research and consultation, it was decided to set up three internal departments, and it was suggested that Han should be the director of the three internal departments. This proposal was unanimously adopted at the Expo, forming a happy situation. When I talked to Han, he didn't mention anything, and said cheerfully, "As long as the organization is trustworthy, I won't let the leaders down." He keeps his word. For more than half a month, he has been running day and night, coordinating in many ways, arranging wards and formulating rules and regulations. He just built three internal departments from scratch and put them into use quickly. Just when he was about to make a great career, due to the needs of his work, the three subjects in the interior should be changed to the three subjects in the exterior. I talked to him again, and he happily became the director of the third department of surgery without complaint, and he started to do it very successfully. Later, because the hospital compressed beds, he cancelled the three external departments, and he went to the general department to be a general practitioner. After retiring, the old director became the director of the comprehensive department.
Sadness and joy swirl in the gloomy sky, and the damp air is filled with tragic. With small white flowers and red stripes on my chest, I slowly bid farewell to Han's body with deep affection. At the moment when he was loaded on the hearse, my heart pricked and tears could not stop flowing down. According to Han's will, my comrades and I sent him back to his hometown? Lan Village, Qiao Heng Township, Xinjiang County. As soon as I entered the village, the villagers greeted me with piercing suona, crying like complaining and tearing my heart out. Standing in front of the mourning hall set up by the villagers for Han, listening to the eulogy read by the secretary of the village party branch and the eulogy read by the eldest son, thinking about his life, tears flowed down again.
I deeply admire Han's good medical skills and ethics. His departure made the patient lose a good doctor and I lost a good comrade-in-arms. What Han left me is a deep memory, a memory that will never be forgotten!