Nanning No.18 Middle School Junior High School Class 2 Huang Yulan
When I was a child, I had three career dreams-medical dream, teaching dream and writing dream. Remember that it depends on a diary I wrote in the first grade. Later, I gave up my dream of writing, because my rotten pen really couldn't blossom; I gave up my dream of teaching because I had no patience; As for why I shelved my dream of becoming a doctor, I can't remember.
I still remember that a few years ago, I was seriously ill, and my father wanted to send me to the hospital for an intravenous drip. Because my father used to be a doctor specializing in blood tests, he showed me which veins, blood components and blood cells in his spare time.
"Do you know what red blood cells are like?" His arm was inexplicably waving in the air, and he asked me questions excitedly. I shook my head, and he carefully drew a rough circle with his hand, "round cakes with concave sides." My father saw that I looked confused, so he took out draft paper and pencil from my schoolbag and drew a sketch for me.
I leaned down and looked, "Oh, like a doughnut." Suddenly a sense of curiosity arose. My father nodded, then he told me about white blood cells and platelets. People are always curious about new knowledge and I am no exception. In order to satisfy my curiosity, my father brought his professional book. I opened his professional book like a brick and recognized the nouns in the book one by one. One idea is to pull out the needle, pull off my skin, pull out the blood vessels and put them under the microscope. I rubbed the yellowed book cover and felt a sense of satisfaction in acquiring knowledge.
This is probably the beginning of my medical dream. But I didn't pay attention. I didn't really change my mind until I saw my mother's stomachache with my own eyes.
That night, I vaguely felt someone shaking in my dream. When I woke up, I saw my mother curled up in bed with sweat on her forehead in my misty sight. In the dark, I vaguely saw her twist her eyebrows.
A ball, the upper teeth cling to the lower teeth, unwilling to let out a light hum, and put his hands around his stomach in an attempt to relieve a little pain. Seeing this, I panicked and shouted, "Mom? Mom! " I saw her face, like a cat licking its wound alone in the dark, desperate and lonely.
For a long time, she finally separated some spirit and strength from the pain, freed a hand and slowly grabbed my sleeve like a straw. My arm was tightened by the sleeve she grabbed, and it hurt. She mumbled a few words: "Call ... Dad ... Get up ..." After all, I was just a child, tears kept overflowing my eyes and rolling down them. I pressed the switch of the light heavily, shook my father's sleeping body, cried and shouted, and was choked by tears and snot several times: "Dad, get up quickly!" " Mom has a stomachache, I don't know what to do! "
Father got up when he heard about turning over, and then dug out a box of medicine from the bedside table. I brought a cup of warm water, and my father helped my mother carefully, then stuffed the medicine into her mouth and delivered water. It was not until he confirmed that his mother had swallowed the medicine that he put his right hand on it and his left hand on it, crossed it above his mother's stomach and rubbed it slowly. In the bright light, I caught a glimpse of my mother's pale face, as if all the blood had been taken away and she didn't get better soon. Hand, still holding my sleeve. I have a dull pain in my heart and feel very weak. I can't blame myself for crouching there. I can't blame my mother. Thought of here, suddenly a sour nose, and a drop of tears. At that moment, I thought, if I were a doctor, I would never let my patients suffer so much. I changed my mind at that time because of my mother.
Today, I paid attention to the advanced models of national moral models, one of which made me realize the value of the profession of doctors. She is a Jiumei Tibetan woman who has been practicing medicine in Xueshan Canyon for 50 years. She has been a village doctor all her life, and she is the support of the villagers when they are sick.
I saw her smiling like a flower in the picture, so I put away my stethoscope and gave it to a Tibetan.
Women prescribe medicine. There is a string of explanatory words under the picture, which touched me instantly: some patients in the village can't afford medicine and treatment fees, so Xian Jiumei also gives treatment and often posts money herself. She said: "If they have the conditions, they will naturally pay back the money; If you don't retreat, then I won't accept it. " Xian Jiumei said that although it is still very hard to earn money, she feels that it is a doctor's bounden duty to save lives. She will always stick to this place and be a country doctor all her life.
I seem to realize the sanctity of doctors. Doctors should bear patients' lives with kindness, good medical ethics and correct conduct, and assume the responsibility and obligation to save lives.
In a flash, I suddenly realized that I had never given up my dream of becoming a doctor. I did have thousands of dreams in my heart, but not every dream can sprout and grow. Becoming a doctor has always been the seed of a dream in my heart, waiting for my discovery, knowledge and the new year to irrigate it.
But this is my dream and my Chinese dream. I will try my best to be a doctor, heal the wounded and rescue the dying, treat every patient like a relative, improve the increasingly tense doctor-patient relationship in reality, study as hard as Mr. Fujino, and make my modest contribution to China's medicine.