Humor?
1. The Test The test teacher announced at the podium what the afternoon lab was going to be: a semen test. "Please make sure you bring your own semen 5ml by tomorrow afternoon, multiply it in this test tube, one for each person 。。。。 To ensure freshness please make your own at noon." The girls panicked, "Teacher, we don't have any!" The teacher said in one word, very eloquently, "Borrow!" 。。。。。 The face said calmly That noon, was an uneventful noon, although the boys' dormitory were complaining, but still filled with hot 5ml of liquid in a few minutes. Inspection class 30 students, 5 girls for borrowing semen have begged for help: "Just lend me some! Don't be stingy." Listened to the stormy cold ps: semen examination, you can check the prostate, male l urethra inflammation and other diseases, is the test department students will do a check.
2 Department of Nursing chapter That afternoon was an unusual afternoon, because the nursing students have to do enema experiment. They did this experiment in a closed room 。。。。 The so-called enema is a thick rubber tube that is inserted through the anus and filled with a liquid that laxes the bowels, cleanses the intestines, and treats intestinal bacterial infections such as malaria. However, there are 30 people in the nursing class, 23 of them are girls and 7 are boys. This experiment requires 2 people to insert the tube into each other, and the most important thing is to take off their pants and leak the pp's~~ But the number of girls and boys is odd, so it seems that there should be a group of one boy and one girl. But the girls and the boys are both odd numbers. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
3 Brother internship was punished One of our brothers went to the hospital gynecology internship, we all know, women's vagina is shorter and straight, so the disease and infection are more than men. We respect Anita Mui who got cervical cancer and left, so the vaginal examination is also very important. The position of the examination is quite special, and is commonly similar to the position that people have sex in. (I have also heard and occasionally seen the sex position, so please do not BT me oh), but the examination requires the doctor to wear gloves, and more than 2 people **** with the examination, can not be alone and the patient in the ward. My poor brother, is because no gloves, and a person to run to people's PP female patients ward, with a finger inserted into the female patient's vagina. This method is called: finger examination. As a result, he was accused of molestation and was eventually fired.
4. Anatomy Everyone is very concerned about the issue of dissection of cadavers for medical students, often ask: afraid of the problem, I am a girl, also afraid of ghosts and so on, but together with students so many people to go on the will not be afraid of, go by yourself of course afraid of a fear of a la, once we have an anatomy examination before the review stage, the anatomy building has been open to 10:30 p.m., there is a boy is 11:00 p.m. only downstairs, was locked by the 1st floor uncle. The first floor of the uncle locked inside the lock for a night, I do not know how he spent that long dark night, afraid of ~ Oh ~ This first do not say la, I want to describe is the anatomy of the study to the genitals of the chapter, we look at the genitals of the deceased, some men by the drug soaked very large, a girl exclaimed: "so big!" Such a call does not matter, and then we ran to their laboratory girls throughout the year to see the body, really big Oh ~~~~~ Oh female specimens in front of the often surrounded by boys, and from time to time, like the teacher to raise such and such a problem. I wondered when they were so active in their studies. Before all skipped class it.... And we all got high marks in this chapter's content quiz. When we dissected a male patient, we actually extracted a 12cm long tube from inside his jj 。。。。。。
5. general surgery internship: on the operating table hooks are used to, but still not used to the teacher's blunt ...... One day for a 19-year-old boy to do cholecystectomy, pulled to the operating table after the anesthesia, and then even and the teacher washed his hands, ready to disinfect, insert a catheter, laying a towel, and then the 2 male teacher washed his hands and then picked up the disinfectant cotton ball disinfectant JJ (intubation), did not feel how, and then disinfection finished waiting for a minute, the teacher stared at people, I would have felt embarrassed to go farther to sit, the results of the disinfection of the teacher of another teacher said loudly: look, the reaction is really big, but also trees so high ...... Fortunately, wearing a mask hat, only two eyes, or full-faced Red embarrassment death ......
6. An exam before the classroom (are classmates), he and a female student (PLMM) two review, each other test each other medical concepts. The two of them were the only ones talking in the classroom, in a loud voice. Both were good students, neither could beat the other, but both were trying to come up with difficult questions to beat the other. Finally, after a moment of silence and thought from both of them, my buddy exclaimed as if he had been given a treasure, "By the way, can you 'ovulate'?" Just as the class was stunned and had not yet reacted, the PLMM responded with a loud, "Why wouldn't I know how to 'ovulate'?!" The class laughed out loud.
7. The professor of parasites is super strong, once talking about roundworms, said that we like to say what in the sky would like to be a bird with wings, in the ground would like to be a branch, all wrong! The animal kingdom's model of love is the roundworm, male and female worms, once embraced by the whole life will not separate, so I suggest that you future love words to be said: I am like male roundworms to female roundworms, like the same as a lifetime of unchanging! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get it right, but I'm sure you'll be able to.
8 Anatomy class, the teacher used a slide to play a picture, how to see how like a screenshot of the film, so the following false sound,
The teacher said: "We are studying medicine, what can not see." Since then, it has become a famous saying that has been passed down.
Memories?
You may have heard of the "four famous mending" (four courses and their troubles, there are always a large number of students have to make up for the test) from your friends who study medicine; you may have heard of bringing a quilt and hot water bottle to the classroom for all-night self-study; you may have heard of a weak girl who spent the night alone in the anatomy building for the next day's Anatomy exam with a group of The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the body of the person you are talking to.
Maybe you don't believe it, maybe you're curious enough to miss medical school, maybe you're scared enough to back away from your fellow medical students
Anatomy class
In the large pool filled with dark yellow formalin float many tawny torsos, uniformly back-facing upwards, with disheveled hair, and with no faces visible. Poke one of them with a stick, and the others around it vibrate up and down, sinking and floating.
No matter how much you squat in the stink of the toilet, within a few minutes will be "not smell its fragrance" and smooth breathing, but the nose is not adaptive to formalin, smell for a long time, or so pungent, at most, from which you can distinguish a deep-seated smell of the corpse.
In fact, the cadaver used in human anatomy class itself is no odor. The bodies, which are worth thousands of dollars, have been carefully handled, not swollen, not rotting, and the dead cells are quiet in the care of formalin.
Medical students are human, not born with the bravery to face cadavers. Our first semester was a course in Systematic Anatomy, where we were confronted with a fabricated piece of an organ. The night before the first course, many of the students were a little too terrified to sleep. Walking into anatomy class the next day in pairs, we were first attracted to the two teachers standing on the stage: one was a full-sized skeleton, and our real teacher stood at the equivalent of the skeleton, brow-beating and vocalizing, and occasionally the long whip touched our skeletal teacher, and it swayed and danced along with it.
The first few classes were about bones, and it took some courage to reach for the first time to get the broken bones in the specimen box. Tough heart, a closed eyes grabbed only to find that, in fact, there is no exceptionally cold or exceptionally smooth feeling, gray surface with a faint luster, the bones do not emit any odor, only the heart in the thumping. The second time, the third time you get used to it right away. The good students looked at every bulge and indentation in their textbooks, which were as thick as bricks, and their eyes came so close that they could not see the ripples in the flat parts; the "non-"good students, like us, were marveling at the creation of the biological world, and the butterfly bone (a piece of the skull), which was unanimously rated by us as the most beautiful of all, was dwarfed by all works of art in the world; and the butterfly bone (a piece of the skull) was unanimously rated by us as the most beautiful of all, and was dwarfed by all works of art in the world. All works of art are eclipsed; and the spine bone, worn as a ring on the hand, is more mysterious than a Tibetan jewelry, and more fierce than a cowboy, so it is no wonder that the teacher had a word of advice: "Stealing a bone is severely punished."
Then come the joints and muscles, then the guts and the brain. Thank the great textbook writers for giving us such a smooth transition. By the end of the semester, we were able to face the iron gray or dark red human brain and sneak in our carry-on breakfast.
The second semester was Local Anatomy, and the entire semester was structured so that five or six people would face a whole cadaver and dissect out every part of it to see what was going on.
The cadaver was in a large pool in the basement, and we had to carry it ourselves. We took a "creaking" sound of the old elevator to the basement of the dark yellow light dark yellow, in the face of more crowded than the beach in the middle of the summer formalin pool, known for "numbness" we still let out a gasp. The teacher gave us a couple of rakes and told us to rake it over if we liked it, just don't just rake the men or the women. Gee, it's rather like a self-selected market.
The whole pool began to swing, the bodies are like being boiled dumplings like floating and sinking, to rake up a really not easy. The dark yellow ripples under the dark yellow light seem to have a touch of mystery, mixed with the body odor of formalin splashed on us, leaving yellowish marks on the white coat. We all worked together to drag the body to the shore and turn it over, and it was a horrible moment, like -- like Sadako raising her death-like face in Midnight's Bell.
After choosing our respective corpses, we grabbed its limbs and carried it to the elevator, which I didn't expect to be broken! It's a pity it wasn't at night, or I would have written a long story about ghosts. So a group of people and a bunch of corpses trooped out of the basement's side door, ready to go around the front door of the Anatomy Building from the tree-lined path at the junction of the teaching area and dormitory area (there is just something so strange about the school's structure, and it's definitely not that we were trying to make a detour). Along the way, we encountered three or two medical students with miserly amazement in their eyes, which greatly dampened our vanity of claptrap. Finally, a few little girls earned us face, they are the roadside kiosk working girls, originally stood in the doorway chatting, with a curious look at us far away, we get closer and closer in the process, they violently shrieked harshly, and then scattered, each stumbling into their own feel the safest place to hide.
Back in the classroom, the bodies were given haircuts and showers. Hair is messy and boring, the body is stiff and rigid, we feel that we are more than sauna back rub lady hard.
These are the first time I've ever seen a body in the world, and I've never seen a body in the world that's so beautiful.
In addition to teaching, the teacher said to us the most words are: "The corpse is expensive! It's hard to buy a cadaver!"
The cadavers we used for Local Anatomy were carefully separated from the flesh and bones, dried and preserved for the next session of Systematic Anatomy.
During the time of our anatomy class, there was an accident on the railroad, and the teachers of the anatomy group went out overnight to follow the ambulance to snatch up the unclaimed cadavers, and came back smiling, presumably with a lot to show for their efforts.
In our last anatomy class, the teacher spent half the class period mobilizing us to donate ourselves (dead bodies, of course) to the anatomy department, and brought along a stack of legally binding contracts. One girl signed on the spot, and the teacher excitedly patted her on the shoulder with the rather popular phrase, "Remember to refer your family and friends!"
Animals
I always thought that animals in medical school were only meant to be experiments, but then I realized that teachers and students in medical school are also ordinary people.
The animals we use are usually rabbits, piglets, mice, and dogs, usually under anesthesia.
The dose of anesthetic is proportional to the weight of the animal. When the animal room brings the animals in, the teacher weighs them himself.
"The rabbits are so fat today." At one point the teacher happily mumbled to herself, which sounded a little weird. After that test, I returned to my dormitory only to realize that I had forgotten to turn in the test report, and hurried to the laboratory. On the way to the experimental class teacher, carrying two rabbits, full of smiles towards the family building to go over.
It was only then that I realized there was such a wonderful residual value in the animals that had been tested. To be honest, I was a little jealous of the teacher.
Come to think of it, I've never heard or read anything about students not being allowed to take test animals. Maybe I'm not a dedicated student.
It wasn't long before a study of "shock" was conducted on a couple of big, fat dogs.
The dog hot pot, how delicious!
We were doing experiments and longing for the dog hot pot. Someone proposed to apply to the teacher to bring the experimental animals back, most people think that will certainly not be approved. But there aren't many opportunities to experiment with dogs, and if you take the idea of trying, you might lose all of them.
I thought of one thing, and said, "In the past, some sisters brought mice back to the dormitory as pets, and were not held accountable, so why don't we just sneak the dog away too, there are no explicit rules anyway."
A few years ago, a sister brought back a few mice, and after a few weeks of raising them, the mice ran away from the cage. It was an old wooden plank building, the age of the planks broke some holes, holes connected to the gap between the planks, like the "tunnel war" in all directions of the tunnels, countless body length of nearly a foot of large black rats live there, a night on the rise, in groups of three or five, rumbling drive over and drive over, scaring the night to get up to go to the bathroom of the classmates screaming. After the mouse escaped, the world on the heart for a long time, she was worried about the small and lovely mouse suffered strong as ox "indigenous" big black rat bullying, mobilized the whole dormitory sisters to look for, but also in the hallway posted a "search for the mouse notice", which is painted with a portrait of the mouse! The white mouse is a small, thin paw, red eyes, innocent. However, the mouse never appeared again, days a long time, we have forgotten.
After a few years, the boarding house of the rats are still rampant, but the rats have all changed species, the body is like a mouse, skin color is gray. A little analysis, medical students of common sense tells us that the white mouse and black rat mating, the new species of small body is obviously more adapted to the boarding house of the survival of a few years of work, the elimination of the fittest is complete, leaving only the small gray mouse a standout.
The story was so well known that everyone agreed with my suggestion. Immediately, we worked out a detailed plan for stealing the dog.
A student quietly slipped out of the classroom, back to the dormitory to bring a usually used to load the quilt denim bag, the bag hidden in a wide jacket, waiting in the corner of the building. When class was over, two students gathered around the teacher to ask questions, and the other three in the group quickly transported the dog out the back door, met up with the student with the bag, and fled the scene discreetly and quickly.
In the evening, the class met at the small restaurant at the back of the school and each gave the owner five dollars, who was responsible for processing the test dogs into three fragrant dog hot pots, with a number of greens attached.
A smooth dinner! Big chunks of dog meat, big mugs of beer, it was heavenly for us who didn't know the taste of meat in March at school.
We dreamed a lot at night and woke up in the morning drooling, wanting to do the dog trial again! Before I could dry my drool, someone came running to me in a panic to tell me that the east window was broken.
We had prepared some excuses for drilling into the policy and regulations, but according to reliable sources, the teacher was furious and had already reported it to the college, and we clearly realized that it was unwise to argue on the basis of reason. After some heated discussions, the twenty-odd of us painfully decided to meekly admit our mistakes. I was the point man, the mastermind plus the stalwart of the execution process, and surprisingly one of the boys volunteered to jump in and take the blame for ****.
I was so grateful that I regretted grabbing the biggest piece of dog meat with him yesterday and winning.
The six heroes in my eyes, with the "wind Xiao Xiao Yi Shui Cold, the strong man once gone and never come back" sadness, towards the teacher's office.
The final punishment is as follows: write a check, make a review, each person fined 20 yuan.
Enteroscopy
The spring bloomed, and my "cold bulimia" turned into "warm bulimia", of course, both terms can not be found in the medical books, but it is my excuse for my cravings, and put the blame on the weather.
There was a girl in my class who couldn't stand to see me give myself up like this. She thought it was a girl's responsibility to lose weight, and Kate Moss (an anorexic woman discovered by a talent scout while she was in the hospital for treatment of her anorexia, who became a top model in the world at 175cm and less than 80 pounds and was the originator of the "bony" storm) was her idol. Her biggest dream is to not live in Africa, but to have the same body as an African refugee."
How much below fat is endocrine disruption? How much below that is lifelong infertility? These questions are rotten in the minds of Kate Moss's admirers, but she's still unapologetic and goal-oriented when it comes to losing weight.
We stood our ground, but it was an experience in the colonoscopy room that changed us.
When I used to hear the word "colonoscopy", I would think of "gastroscopy", thinking that it was also inserting a fiber optic into my mouth. Then I actually saw the "colonoscopy" and realized, and vomited and vomited for what I had thought.
The fiber optics were in a patient's stomach as we crowded into the tiny colonoscopy room. The images captured by the fiber optics are transmitted to the screen in time for what looks like a "maze game," with light-red "maze" walls that the camera is moving deeper and deeper into. When a protruding tumor is detected, a pincer extends next to the camera and yanks off a piece with its teeth and claws. Occasionally you can see a clump of green.
If you've ever taken a laxative, you'll know what those green things are. Regretting diarrhea after taking a laxative goes from solid to semi-liquid, to liquid, to liquid, and eventually the liquid turns a light green color.
It's nearly noon, my stomach was already hungry and rumbling, but now even if there is a table full of Chinese, can not stimulate my stomach acid a little. However, the screen scene is disgusting disgusting point, but from now on, my "bulimia" is indeed this so-called "evil treatment" method of healing.
The patient's colonoscopy was completed, and the next patient was a woman, with a medical record card that read, "Bowel dysfunction, cause to be investigated." The patient's hair is yellow, her gaze is dull, and her fat gown looks like it's hanging on a hanger, with no visible rise or fall.
"Lie down on the bed and take off your pants." The nurse ordered her. The female patient walked slowly to the bed, fumbled around her waist for a moment, and the blue and white hospital gown slipped off easily, revealing two bony legs.
I didn't know how to describe the legs, my first reaction was "refugee", my second reaction was to touch the Cadmus admirer standing beside me and say quietly, "Hey, don't you think these legs look like Cadmus'?"
The admirer glared at me and hated not speaking.
From then on, she became one of the Overeaters.
Watching labor
Watching labor is watching a woman give birth.
One early summer day, when class was about to end, the teacher told us the good news that a woman was going to give birth! We couldn't wait to eat, and drove to the maternity ward in great numbers. You know, in the hospital affiliated with our internship, mothers almost always come to the cesarean section, some because of fetal position, some because of fear of pain, some because they want a good figure.
Maternity open legs lying on the delivery bed, calf plus half a meter high from the bed Degas appreciated, we are five men and five women ten people, directly facing the maternity open thighs. The boys have a sacred and scientific expression in their eyes, a righteous face, the laboring woman is exhausted from the pain, and no spirit of embarrassment. The child's head had reached the opening of the birth canal, and the midwife peeled back the opening to show us the top of the head of the fetus with its light black hair.
The labor pains came back, one higher than the other, and screamed. The nurse yelled at her, "Don't scream, put your strength into your stomach." Perhaps it is really can not shout, perhaps the nurses are afraid of noise, anyway, the mother immediately closed her mouth and did not scream, the face gradually suffocated into a pig's liver color.
The midwife saw that the mother was going to give birth, so she was ready to do a side cut. The Chinese people's rice-based diet results in short protein fibers and poor elasticity of the birth canal, so the Chinese are prone to obstructed labor, and rupture of the birth canal is even more common. A rupture of the birth canal is usually a longitudinal fissure, and a backward longitudinal fissure results in an anal fissure, which means that the mother will be incontinent for the rest of her life. This is medical malpractice and both the midwife and the nurse are liable. So, for the benefit of both parties, a side cut is routinely done in flat births.
The midwife picked up a huge syringe, and I was immediately startled, the needle was thick and long, and the needle was about nine centimeters long. The midwife inserted the needle into the side of the mouth of the birth canal, all inserted, injected anesthesia, and then withdrawn, and then inserted at a different angle, and then injected, repeated four or five times. The whole process is quick and rough, and the technique is similar to the one we use to inject pigs in our experiments.
After the anesthesia, the midwife, took out a large operating room, I again have to suspect that it is a veterinary station tools. The scissor blade was about ten centimeters. The midwife lifted the anesthetized side and set the scissors up. You know, when we do surgery, we use a scalpel to cut open the skin first, while constantly ligating large bleeding points, and then separating the subcutaneous tissue and whatnot, which has seen this, like cutting paper and cloth to cut down!
I touched a male student standing next to me, and asked him softly, "Is this how you cut it?" He had a look of disdain on his face, and before he could finish his sentence, the tweezers or scissors in the midwife's hand wiggled, and I heard a tiny click, which was unlike any of my experiences with scissors, crisp and dull, and my heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat's claws. The boy next to me squeaked softly.
As I walked down deserted streets in the dark of the moon, I thought of that voice; on several windy nights, I seemed to hear it, and then awoke violently from my sleep; even in the brightly lit, singing bars, I heard it. ......
The midwife proceeded to make an even more exaggerated gesture, using the scissors as she did. exaggerated action, she used the scissors to smooth on the gap, like a gardening worker trimming flower branches, or like when we were children playing paper-cutting games, one time did not cut, and then trimmed again, but that is human flesh ah, the flesh on the body of a living person, so thick a piece, so long a cut!
Immediately, the blood flowed down, and the midwife just took two huge cotton balls and pressed the two sides of that big V-shaped gap, and didn't implement any measures to stop the bleeding. At this point, our teacher's voice came over like a choreographed voice-over: "You've just seen a lateral cut, and lateral cuts are a routine operation. Sometimes the mother's uterus contracts so violently that it is too late for anesthesia, or you can just cut ...... without anesthesia," said the teacher's gentle face.
A moment of work, the head of the fetus came out, the rest of the small body, want to make a small fish in the hands of a small fish, giggle a little slipped out. When I saw the face of the fetus, I breathed a sigh of relief, is that a face? Rather, it looked like a belly with a few wrinkles. The nurse took the baby and touched a few dabs on that face, and it was as if those folds were rubbed apart, each going to its own place and becoming the five senses, which were still pretty standard.
It was a little boy. The nurse sucked the amniotic fluid out of the baby's mouth and nose with her habit, and after wiping the newborn clean of amniotic fluid, blood, and feces (feces also belonged to the mother, who gave birth by pushing too hard and pulling down her stools as well) with gauze, she wrapped it in a cloth and put it on a warming table at the head of the mother's bed.
The mother's hair was wet, her face was still tear-stained, and the pig-liver color of her face had faded to pink. She turned her head to look at her child, full of fatigue, full of happiness, full of tenderness, and so a little vicissitude.
At this point, a few nurses remembered the child's father and asked if they wanted to hold it for the father, and the mother nodded. I and the other two girls ran to the door of the maternity ward early, looking forward to a happy father. Waiting at the door of the delivery room were the mother's husband and mother-in-law. The husband took his son and looked at the little face. I kept staring at my husband's face, hoping that he would be so happy that he would have any expression, or so happy that he would be dumbfounded. However, my husband just smiled faintly at his own ease. The mother-in-law was rambling next to me, "Eyes like you, nose like you, look at that little mouth, how like you ah ......"
Honestly, I was very disappointed, and a little sad. I didn't die, and said to that new dad, "The kid's mom worked so hard, and left lots and lots of blood. Here, I'll lend you my white coat, hat and mask, go in and see her." The new father sassy: "Thank you, no need, I am the hospital doctor, I go in and do not need your clothes."
I really don't know if all the men in the world are cold-blooded, or all the male doctors in the world are cold-blooded!
When we returned to the delivery room, the placenta had not yet come down, and at 12:40, the midwife, probably hungry and impatient, was holding the remaining half of the umbilical cord, tugging at it at intervals, while chanting, "Why isn't it coming down?"
We watched the little child for a while, and the teacher told us all to go back and not to disturb the mother's rest. When we left, the placenta had already come down, and the midwife and a nurse took forceps and needles and threads and prepared to sew the V-shaped side incision. The nurse said, "Bear with me, it's going to hurt a little."
Walking back to the dormitory, no one spoke for a while, and the dull atmosphere was awkward. My whole body clothes, from shirt, jeans to the outside of the white coat, was soaked with sweat, sticking to the body uncomfortable to death. I couldn't remember when I had sweated so much in that air-conditioned labor room. My right forearm was aching, I rolled up my sleeve and saw that a large piece was pinched red and a little blue, probably by a person standing next to me who was too nervous, or maybe I pinched it myself.
Finally, someone spoke up, a girl announced loudly to do Dink (doubleincomeandnokids) a family, a stone stirred up a thousand waves, the girls have expressed the same determination, including we have always thought that the class has the most potential to become a good wife and mother of the one. The boys got a little embarrassed, and one spoke up, "Look how cute that little boy is, if my wife gives me a son that cute, I'll give her a villa and a BMW." Another boy pushed him: "You kid really do not know enough, my wife as long as she is willing to give birth, I will send!"
I secretly thought: even with a house and a car I am not willing.
Back to the dormitory I have been tired, change a wet clothes, want to call mom, but afraid of noisy her nap. So I got up the spirit, the top of the midday sun, went to the post office in front of the school EMS a bunch of carnations.
Cleanliness
White walls, white floors, white beds, white clothes, white hats, white masks ...... In most people's minds, doctors and the color white are always associated. The first occupational disease of doctors is "cleanliness".
Wash your hands, wash your hands constantly, wash your hands forever. If you don't know a doctor, don't brag about washing your hands. A doctor's hands, without long nails or sweaty hair, are pale and dull. A doctor's hand washing is neurotic.
By my count, medical students spend at least 15 classroom hours learning to wash their hands, and if you count drills and practicums, the number 15 has to be measured in months.
The first step is to wash with soap, and at the same time brush carefully with a small brush, especially in the folds of the skin, three times;
The second step is to rub with iodine, three times, and by the time you are done, you have forgotten what color race you are.
Step three, apply alcohol all over. Three times.
These words above are expanded in the textbook to four full pages in a 16-page book.
Don't think that learning to wash your hands is like studying political science in college, where you take a test and lose one, but over time, the culture of handwashing will intensify, not only to protect the patient, but also to protect yourself. However, there are still people who harm themselves and others by not washing their hands thoroughly. Let's not talk about SARS and AIDS; let's not talk about a visit to the gastroenterology department that caused diarrhea in the whole family; let's not talk about wounds that don't heal and rashes that go on and on. Let's just say a good thing about one of my classmates, she had to go and do a favor for the midwife, didn't wash her hands properly after the fun, and ended up getting hepatitis B because she came into contact with the mother's blood, who was a latent hepatitis B patient.
There is a guideline that hands that touch anything have to be rewashed. So medical students always run into the thorny problem of how to turn off the faucet when they wash their hands outside of medical school. When you turn off the faucet, your hands get dirty from the faucet again; turn on the faucet and wash them again, but the faucet always has to be turned off. ...... This problem takes more brain cells than "the chicken lays the egg, the egg lays the chicken". Next time you meet a person who makes the faucet shed tears and wastes valuable water resources, please don't jump to conclusions, maybe he was tortured by this problem and did not pay attention to commit this crime of destroying the environment.
By the way, the faucets in hospitals are turned off with the foot or with the elbow.
There is more to cleanliness than hand washing. In addition to the usual symptoms of cleanliness, doctors usually have the following problems: using cotton swabs to push elevator buttons; not touching anything in the hospital room except the soles of their shoes; staying more than two and a half meters away from people, no matter how private they are talking about; and getting used to being scratched by other people - scratching yourself is not allowed in places such as the operating room.
This reminds me of my own freshman year ~~ a lot of things have happened I guess ...... lol ...... But there's still some irrationality in there. Still a great memory though ......