I have met things that others have helped me.
It was a Wednesday night. I have a high fever and am in the hospital ward. It was 40 degrees. My attending doctor was always by my side. Although I was unconscious at that time, I still remember that he was next to me. He takes my temperature every five minutes, and then gives me medicine and injections. Even so, my condition has not improved or even worsened. I almost fainted, only vaguely heard 40 degrees. At that time, it seemed that the dean came and said that he needed first aid or something, and then I lost consciousness. Later, I heard from my grandmother that my attending doctor always said that it was too painful for such a young child to put so many tubes in his body. At that time, the dean seemed angry, slapped the doctor and said, you are so good, come and sit next to me. The doctor silently said to the dean in a responsible tone: this child is my patient, and my duty is to cure his illness. You don't need to teach him. Then the dean went out to find my parents and asked them to send me to the intensive care unit for treatment. Later, they came up with a satisfactory solution, that is, transfer me to the intensive care unit first, and then operate on me if the situation is serious. After my parents sent me to the intensive care unit, my attending doctor also went to the intensive care unit, held my hand and sat next to me. He made every effort to reduce my fever. I know he didn't work so hard because he was angry with the dean. He is so hard on me because I am his patient. When I arrived in the intensive care unit, the doctor still sat next to me and insisted on taking my temperature every five minutes. Perhaps because of his careful care, my condition has improved and my fever has gradually subsided. Perhaps because of his careful care, I quickly transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward. Thanks to his careful treatment, I was pulled back from the brink of death. It is because of his concern that the stubborn dean has also been affected.
The doctor's care and sense of responsibility for patients is beyond my imagination. In order to treat patients, he can quarrel with his boss. He can go against the boss's wishes for the patients. It's been seven years, but I still remember it vividly, as if it happened yesterday. When I left the hospital, the doctor's smiling face was still printed in my mind and heart. ......