The word "doctor" has taken root in my young heart since I was a child. I remember one summer night, my family had dinner in the yard, and I ran around the table to play. I accidentally kicked grandpa's beer bottle to the ground, and suddenly bright red blood flowed from my feet. Mom and dad rushed to the hospital with me in their arms. It was the doctor who carefully stitched up the wound for me, so that I didn't leave ugly scars when I grew up. On another occasion, my cousin had a high fever of more than 40 degrees because of diarrhea, and his whole body was as hot as a steamer, and his hands and feet were still twitching. Adults are anxious like ants on hot bricks. They don't know what to do. It was Bao's doctor who prescribed medicine and salt water for his brother in time. The next day, his fever went down and he looked like a lively bird. On another occasion, grandpa was diagnosed with cataract, and if he was not treated in time, he would face blindness. The doctor gave grandpa a simple outpatient operation to relieve his symptoms, and his vision is still very good until now.
Experienced a lot of things, I am very grateful to the doctor, but also envy the doctor this sacred profession. I am determined to study hard, master every subject, and strive to be admitted to medical school when I grow up, so as to be a angels in white who saves lives and serves the people.