The profession of doctor has a history of more than 4000 years and has experienced numerous ups and downs. In people's memory, it often symbolizes health. A doctor can make a patient who is lying in bed and groaning in pain recover; Doctors can make patients who are silent in the silent world feel the joy of music again; Doctors can comfort dying patients and have a glimmer of hope; Doctors can rejuvenate young people, let the blind in Qian Qian see the light again, and let the deaf in Qian Qian see the light again. The doctor's achievements are as long as the Yangtze River, as choppy as the Yellow River, and as big as the sea! Doctors have a kind heart and lofty aspirations.
In ancient times, how many doctors gave up their lives in order to collect medicines and took pains to save people. In order to write medical books, some people have lost their hair since childhood. In the history of human struggle against diseases, how many people fell deeply shocked me and made me realize that life is fragile and I can't fight against ruthless diseases. Where there are people in pain, there are soldiers in white. They dedicate their youth to warm the world, and they stretch out their hands to save dying lives.
I admire them, I admire them. I want to fight for human health like those medical workers in Zhong Nanshan and Qian Qian who are struggling in the front line. I have a dream, a dream rooted in my heart. When I grow up, I will go to medical school. After graduation, I will be angels in white. I hope that AIDS will be swept away and bird flu will spread. I will use my hands to make people suffering from diseases get happy smiles.