? Until 65438+1October 20th, coronavirus swept through Wuhan. I went to work as usual and stood silently outside the hospital building for two minutes. In the face of the disaster, I had too many thoughts to describe them one by one. Different from the past, this seemingly calm building is full of fierce waves, and this sudden virus has ruthlessly opened the prelude to this war, although everyone was caught off guard.
? Then the city was closed and restricted, and this once lively and bright city became lonely overnight. Wuhan, a city where I was born and raised, is the first time that I have never seen the bustling and crowded Wuhan, with few vehicles and only three or two pedestrians, but at the moment, I have to get wind of it. In Wuhan, there are no more fragrant Regan Noodles in the morning, no more pedestrians looking for food at noon, and no people selling food taken late at night. Without the bustling crowds and vehicles in the past, even the traffic lights have lost their original vitality.
? Who would have thought that in such a new era, we were blocked by the virus on our way home, and the virus made the days extremely long. I haven't seen my family for more than 20 days. At this moment, I miss my mother's nagging on weekdays. The first thing I do when I wake up every day before my eyes are fully opened is to touch my mobile phone to see the changes in the epidemic. The shocking data is getting bigger and bigger, and my mood is also very heavy.
? On the first night of the establishment of the isolation ward of Changjiang Hospital, at the beginning of the outbreak, we knew very little about "coronavirus". The first one who rushed ahead was Director Xu, who left the greatest danger to himself in the hospital. He is also very kind, and he will not regret it when he dies. He gave me the courage to defeat the virus. At work before, I always joked that head nurse Min and director were the best partners. In fact, in my heart, they have always been the people I admire most. In the face of all dangers, whether it is signing up for foreign aid, cooking corpses at home, going to isolation wards or transferring patients to hospital for diagnosis, Ms. Min always tries her best to stand in front of us like a parent ... She always stands out without hesitation at any time and under any circumstances. I always tell Ms. Min that we can do these things, and the operation of the department cannot be separated from your leadership, but her answer is as simple and firm as this: I am party member, and I should. It was she who became my fearless role model. So I decided to fight her in the isolation ward.
? I know that many colleagues are suffering from the separation of flesh and blood, and some colleagues can only wave tears in the direction of home after their father's death. I know everyone must have cried secretly where others can't see them, but they can dry their tears and still stick to their posts. I often don't talk during this time, and I often feel distressed. More often, comfort can only be a pat on the shoulder. This disaster has devastated our favorite city, and this disaster has brought different pains to many people.
? Every day in the isolation ward is like dancing on the tip of a knife. On this day, my face was blistered by a mask, and I wore two layers of rubber gloves every day to cover my hands with a rash, which was extremely uncomfortable. This damn virus makes us clumsy even when we turn around, turn around and squat in goggles and protective clothing. Sweat always runs down our foreheads and blurs our vision. The tightly wrapped body is always wet and dry, dry and wet. We often have to gasp after puncturing a patient and inhale the mask with all our strength. In order to save hard-won protective clothing, who would have thought that we would wear diapers in this youth or prime of life? Everyone has a tacit understanding and will never laugh at each other.
? That day, I collected arterial blood gas from a patient with low oxygen saturation and difficulty breathing. I felt blood vessels, which is the most primitive thing. To live is to live. In all disasters, this warm beating is alive. And some patients even suffer from the virus, even if breathing is extremely difficult, they still have to say thank you. I want to cry. I am just doing my essential work, but I have filled an ordinary person with gratitude. I am only the most ordinary medical staff in Qian Qian, but I know that our existence is the life and hope of patients.
I know I won't be defeated. I want to be worthy of every inch of time and this white suit in this repetitive day. The battle without smoke continues. Although there is no horn, I have shouted it in my mind countless times. Come on, doctor. Never back down. There are many unknown long-term doctors who are not afraid of risks, late at night and fatigue. That day, I also laughed at the office teachers and literati who came to the department to deliver meals. In this battle, every long-term doctor has made contributions, and every long-term doctor is an out-and-out soldier.
Dear comrades, don't cry, why do you cry for the fragments of life? Because our whole life is full of tears, and we can't escape the whimsy of the virus, then we will fight to the end. The epidemic is ruthless and there is love in the world. I believe that with the determination of the whole hospital to work together with Qi Xin, the efforts of the whole committee and the support from all directions in the country, Wuhan will become better and China will become better. We will work together to complete this special dance until the virus clears, and this fragment will eventually be written into history by us.
My mother always asks me when I can come home to see me. Soon. Although there are unexpected differences in life, we have been looking forward to it. We are all looking forward to the moment when we go home, walking in the sunshine of Wuhan, walking in the bustling streets, walking beside the greenway of East Lake, and walking beside the willows by the river in the early morning when the epidemic has subsided ...
Spring has arrived outside the goggles. May the soldiers be safe after the battle. When we take off our goggles, we must appreciate the spring breeze and say loudly to Wuhan: Hello, welcome back.
? Don
? February 26, 2020