A collection of 5 stories about a doctor. A story about a doctor 1
Now I am a famous doctor in the universe. Every day, many planets come to me for treatment.
It is already 11 o'clock in the night, and the house is quiet. Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door. I opened the door, and a strange planet greeted me outside.
"Doctor, I--I'm sick. I feel uncomfortable all over my body. I am the earth."
"Ah!" I couldn't believe the risk in front of me. The planet with black smoke and sewage flowing is the beautiful planet before. I quickly helped her repair the ozone layer first, and also prescribed some medicine for him. I repeatedly told her: "You must take good care of your body when you go back."
The next day, many planets came to me for treatment. They didn't know what strange disease they had. After all the patients left, I found the moon. She said that these planets were all infected by a very dark and dirty planet. After listening to the description of the moon, I quickly thought that the culprit responsible for spreading strange diseases to all the planets was the earth.
On the third day, Earth came early in the morning. Her illness became more and more serious and had penetrated deep into her internal organs.
"What did you do?" She said nothing, with an embarrassed look in her eyes, and walked away silently. After a few days, she never came again.
One week later, late one night, there was a knock on the door, and the earth came.
"Doctor, what should we do? It's all my child's fault." The Earth said, "Since humans have developed technology and become rich, they no longer care about the natural environment. They discharge sewage and waste gas everywhere, and cut down trees. , made me become like this. Hey---"
After hearing what the earth said, I was filled with emotions. I really want to remind humans that there is only one earth, and we must protect the earth we live on.
As for what the earth will become in the future, perhaps only humans themselves know. A Doctor's Story 2
As soon as I entered college, no, to be precise, when I filled out my application form for the college entrance examination, I decided to become a surgeon. After entering the university and finding out the exact location of the library, I frequently visited the surgical section and read through famous books. I was once fascinated by the preface written by Academician Wu Jieping for ≤Huang Jiasi Surgery≥—"The Growth of a Surgeon". I was ecstatic, and studying it could no longer satisfy my love for it. I bought a hardcover notebook and used it as neatly as I could. The entire text was written word for word on the notebook. In this way, I can read aloud and recite it in the playground and garden. (Even when I was in the hospital, I had to study this preface every Sunday on the rooftop, reviewing the gains and losses, right and wrong of the week)
The beginning of a doctor’s career, especially a surgeon Of course, it was anatomy. My pursuit and interest made me become an anatomy god in the classroom, specimen room, dormitory, class, and grade. In order to optimize my knowledge and practice my hands-on skills, I repeatedly begged the teaching and research office to accept me to join in the production of cadaver specimens. In this way, I spent every spare time in the cadaver room and library. For three consecutive years, I successfully completed the entire specimen preparation, and my hands-on ability was greatly improved.
The basics of surgical clinical practice are tying knots, cutting threads, washing hands, wearing gloves, wearing sterile gowns, etc., and I practiced them diligently. I would practice tying a knot on my big toe every night, and I would do it while walking. I try my best to hit 60 per minute, but I heard that the world record is 200, so I really can’t think of it;? It’s my turn to be an intern, but because of my major, my time in surgical internship is limited. For this reason, I ruthlessly applied for the postgraduate entrance examination of Fudan General Surgery and started my postgraduate entrance examination career. I worked hard for 7 months in a row. But unfortunately, in the last 20 days, due to physical exhaustion, fatigue due to a cold with no symptoms, and dizziness once (diagnosed as Ménière syndrome by a neurologist at the First Affiliated Hospital), the helplessness made me feel miserable. My extremely broken heartstring was finally broken, and there was no way to reconnect it. (I can’t talk about regrets now, but this will always be the failure of my life because I gave up making progress, even though I found many reasons. I hope he can serve as a warning for me)
I arrived on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month of 2008. The hospital took the admission exam and notified me of a physical examination and signing the agreement on the 24th. Because I couldn't agree with the surrounding environment of the Second Hospital at that time, I didn't report. Then I asked someone to inquire about our county hospital, not to mention whether it was good or bad, and demanded 20,000 yuan of dirty money. I immediately vowed that I would never join such a team in my life. I applied for jobs in Nanyang, except for specialized hospitals and Nanzhao County Hospital, but my father wanted me to stay in Nanyang, so I accepted the second hospital. When I entered the hospital, I swore secretly: If I was asked to work in pediatrics again, I would leave immediately. (Actually, I quite like pediatrics, but I prefer surgery. You can’t have your cake and eat it too, so I had to give it up, which later turned into hatred).
I transferred to two departments and was ordered to work in the second department of pediatrics due to "Influenza A". It was so sudden. My parents had not yet woken up from the joy and relief. How could I, a young shrimp on the bottom of the sea, make waves in the vast ocean like Nanyang? . Patience, waiting, pursuit.
The first thing the director said to me on the first day I arrived at the Second Department of Pediatrics was: OK, OK, let us contribute to the health cause and overcome the difficulties.
The work and rest system given to me is: go to work at eight o'clock, arrive 30 minutes early every morning, at least 10 minutes, and come to work if there is no special matter in the administrative class. The following advice was given to me: be broad-minded and unite (I really didn’t understand that so many things were about this at the time, but now I feel a little bit that everything in the department is easy to do, but this is the only one that is difficult). Advice to my manager: multiple interests, multiple outlets, and optimized development. "Making a contribution and overcoming the difficulties" allowed me to put aside my resentment and went to the department that afternoon to look at the cases. In the following life and study, it was your professionalism, dedication, hard work, knowledge seeking, tolerance, approval, laughter, trust, and care that surprisingly made me put aside my pursuit for five years and my complaints for half a year, and feel at ease at work. Accept the favors from you and me again and again: "Hypothyroidism"
Affirmation after identification; generous praise for solid basic knowledge; praise for two bath tickets; rewards for writing detailed medical records; management of sick patients the opportunity; the understanding of overdosage of cloperastine tablets; the fame and fortune of award-winning medical records; serving as a publicity committee member; the meticulous attention to my life; ? Think about it, until I got to the hospital, everything I had was basically given to me by you and the Second Hospital. If it weren't for you, I really don't know where I am, what I am thinking, what I am doing, and what I am like now? But definitely not as good as now.
Director, when you were studying in Shandong, there was a troublesome patient (I borrowed the following incident just to express my inner feelings. I absolutely do not belittle or hate, nor do I have this habit or right): Sun The teacher who was working the night shift took in a 12-month-old baby boy for him due to an emergency. He had hair loss, poor energy, and was seriously ill with excessive phlegm. He basically stayed with him all night. As soon as Teacher Xiang arrived the next morning, I immediately handed over the class. On the second day of ward rounds, the child had phlegm and bruises. For safety reasons, he was transferred to intensive care. That night, Teacher Xiang called me: "I told you that if you can't control your condition during duty, you will be sent to the pediatric department. You can show off. The patient's father will call me tonight, and tomorrow we will go to the medical department to meet with the family members." We completely lost our bearings on this matter, and the next few days were really awkward. At that time, I thought, Director, I will be saved when you come back. After this, think about it: 1. Teacher Xiang is sometimes a bit emotional and straightforward, so just say it, and 2. The director asked me to play this role, so I won’t be unable to do it well and be embarrassed.
That day because of the Youth League committee party, I had poor self-control and got drunk again. Before I could wake up from the self-blame of missing work due to drinking and injuring myself, acute appendicitis suddenly appeared! The pain drove me to rashly decide to have this minor surgery, but after that, I continued fasting, food restriction, pain, and my ability to take care of myself was greatly restricted. I was far away from my parents, hospitalization expenses, and missed work expenses. These problems followed. If I thought about it before the operation, These may be more cautious. Once again, it was you who solved all my problems with meticulous attention to detail. Coupled with the enthusiasm of all the staff in the department and the care of the hospital leaders, I began to fully accept the reality and pediatrics. Those who give kindness have no intention of seeking repayment, and those who repay kindness have no desire to repay. Perhaps the only way to be grateful at the moment is to do a good job.
When I talk to you and live with you, I leave this impression: high-minded and far-reaching. Actually, it's not like that. Since I chose a county-level hospital, I knew what it was like, but I didn't choose pediatrics at all at that time. Pediatrics is tiring and high-risk, which shows that she is not simple. Since the ward is full of pediatrics with fever and cough, why are there so many complaints? There must be deficiencies in it, either professionally or humanistically. Academician Wu Jieping commented on medicine this way - it is both science and art. The director should have a much deeper understanding of this art. I admire Teacher Xiang’s scientific spirit, but I will never reject Teacher Zeng’s communication art.
Complain less, be more enterprising, and always remember to be grateful. I don’t dare to say that it will succeed, but it will definitely not be wrong. A Doctor’s Story 3
For Chen Xiaolan. What she can never forget is July 24, 1997, the day that changed her destiny. At that time, she was still a doctor. Because of her integrity and high medical skills, her colleagues respected her and her patients loved her. She traveled thousands of miles to seek medical treatment. But all of this changed because of one patient.
That day, Chen Xiaolan was working. Suddenly a patient came over and said to her: "Dr. Chen, can you not give me that 'laser injection'. I will shiver." Will it shiver? Could it be an infusion reaction? Chen Xiaolan hurriedly ran to take a look. She saw an infusion equipment called "Photon Quantum Oxygen Transmission Liquid Therapy Device". There was a line of small words "ZWG-B2 Type" on the device. She knew that ZWG meant "ultraviolet light". The pinyin abbreviation of "" is not a laser, so she stopped the patient who was about to get the injection and said, "This is not a laser, but ultraviolet light."
What Chen Xiaolan didn’t expect was that because of these words, she was questioned by the hospital leaders the next day: “Who said that light quantum is not a laser? This was invented by Professor Lu Yingshi of Shanghai Medical University. You "More powerful than Professor Lu Yingshi?" Chen Xiaolan felt greatly insulted. From then on, she began to study "light quantum". After research, she found that the light quantum oxygen transmission liquid therapy device oxygenates the liquid that is given to the patient and emits it through the device. The "laser" is irradiated and then injected into the body. However, drugs must be protected from oxidation and light, so how can they be oxygenated and illuminated? Chen Xiaolan was confused. She called some well-known doctors in Shanghai and asked if the medicine could be irradiated with ultraviolet light, but most doctors said no.
So Chen Xiaolan bought the potion herself and used the "Photon Quantum Oxygen Transmission Liquid Therapy Device" to conduct simulation tests. The result surprised her. It turned out that the potion oxygenated by light quantum actually formed floc!
Chen Xiaolan was furious. The patient’s blood vessels were not sewers. How could such a thing come out if it was put into it? She is angry! At this time, her mother had also asked someone to find out that the "Professor Lu Yingshi" was a complete fiction. Chen Xiaolan couldn't believe it, so she went to the Human Resources Office of Shanghai Medical University to check, but the staff clearly told her that among the more than 10,000 employees of the school, including the affiliated hospitals. There is no such person as Lu Yingshi. The hospital ignored Chen Xiaolan's response and said, "Whoever opposes photons will be laid off."
Chen Xiaolan hesitated, but when she thought about the fact that according to the World Health Organization survey, one-third of patients in the world died of drug poisoning, she could not continue to sit in the hospital with peace of mind. She began to visit patients who had received "laser injections" from house to house. Among the 23 patients investigated who had received "light quantum" treatment, 9 died of renal failure and pulmonary embolism. So Chen Xiaolan went to the district committee and the Health Bureau to report the situation, and then embarked on a 10-year journey of exposing fake and substandard medical devices.
In order to report fake and substandard medical devices. In the past 10 years, Chen Xiaolan has traveled on the Beijing-Shanghai line more than 40 times. In order to save money, she tries to take slow trains. In the past, she was a well-dressed and well-fed person, but now she can survive by eating cucumbers and steamed buns. When she has no money, she can't even afford a 3 yuan bath. She spent all her savings on her own health, but her actions led to one after another illegal medical device companies and hospitals being investigated and punished according to law.
Some people once offered to raise funds for her to support her expenses, but she refused them all. "Once you take money, even if you use all the money on the right path, some people will say that you have ulterior motives. If I don't take it, I will do the right thing." In October 20xx, the reportage " "Angels Fighting" won the 4th Lu Xun Literature Award, and the judges unanimously approved it. On December 2, 20xx, she was selected as one of the "Top Ten Legal News Figures in 20xx". On December 30, 20xx, she became a candidate for the 20xx CCTV China Economic Figure of the Year selection.
Someone once commented on Chen Xiaolan: She is not a Buddha, but she saves all sentient beings by herself. She is not a Bodhisattva, but she always cares about the people of the world. She is just a weak woman, but she takes up the cause of safeguarding medical care. Pure responsibility. But Chen Xiaolan said: "If I hadn't embarked on this road, I would be living a simple and peaceful life now. But I am a doctor, and I am dealing with life! I have to live up to my own conscience!" Story of a Doctor 4
In the book "A Doctor's Story", the famous medical professor Lang Jinghe returned to the true position of a doctor and wrote down the unforgettable little things condensed in the years during his fifty years of practice. The strange experience of delivering a cow in the countryside when he was young, the thrilling scene of an earthquake when helping a mother give birth, the sentimental story of the little girl who was attending the hospital facing death but only fearing that her family would be sad... As an obstetrician and gynecologist, he is welcoming countless new lives. When we came into this world, we also had to face the sadness and sadness of the loss of life. With the "benevolence of a doctor", he witnessed scenes of shocking tragedies and comedies in life. He also gave birth to countless thoughts about life and philosophy while traveling between the operating table and the ward.
The author of this book is a senior doctor in my country, an academician of the Chinese Academy of Engineering, and a professor of Union Hospital Lang Jinghe. He is a medical scientist, a writer, and a scientific writer all in one. Hold a scalpel in one hand to eradicate diseases and tumors; hold a sharp pen in the other hand to paint the true, false, beautiful and ugly. In practicing medicine, benevolence, technology and art are integrated; in writing, humanities, science and philosophy are integrated. Being good at writing prose and sketches is like being good at surgery and solving problems.
Professor Lang Jinghe said in the article "Thoughts of a Doctor" that "some chapters in this book are like telling stories, and some do not seem to be stories, like miscellaneous thoughts, essays, essays, or they are not at all, just making some comments." Although it’s called a ‘story’, it’s actually a way of worshiping nature, medicine, and masters, while humming and meditating.” This is a self-summary of the theme of this book. In the text, an old man can tell his own story and dissect his own thoughts in an open and honest manner without being pretentious or evasive, achieving this level of ease and ease.
When reading Professor Lang Jinghe’s writings, I always have a particularly cordial feeling. From beginning to end, he does not talk about general principles, and rarely even uses professional terms, but writes more about his own mental journey. His words often have a sense of pictures, which can arouse a lot of excitement from readers. The scene in the operating room described by Professor Lang: On the operating table, pay attention to the "typhoon", "because the operating table is the main battlefield of the surgeon, and it is to 'face the dripping blood and face the bleak life'." This description can be described as hearty. dripping; "The process and belief of the operation are poetic and picturesque. If you go through a difficult operation, the situation and mood can be described as 'the mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright and there is another village'."
The words written by Professor Lang Jinghe about colleagues, especially seniors, are plain but touching. Professor Lang Jinghe has deep affection for these two seniors, Dr. Song Hongzhao and Dr. Wu Baozhen, and has repeatedly written down his memories with them in the book. His two teachers taught by words and deeds, and the spirit of inheritance made him unforgettable.
Professor Lang was very modest. He described Dr. Song as "a humble gentleman and a generous elder", while Dr. Wu was "interesting and good at teasing", while he described himself as "mediocre and mediocre". Whether in stories or in reality, the deep love between master and disciple, passed down from generation to generation, has never gone out of style. "Without Dr. Wu, there are fewer interesting things in the world; without Dr. Song, my left hand, which used to support him, now seems empty..." A doctor's affectionate words are vividly written on the paper, which is unavoidable and touching.
And reading stories such as "New Year's Cards for More than Thirty Years", "I Accepted the Insoles Sewn for Me by a Patient", "A Touching Message" and other stories, we can share Dr. Lang's As an ordinary doctor, I feel a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, and I can also feel the deep love between doctors and patients. In "A Touching Message", the patient who had multiple organ diseases but needed surgery and sought medical treatment in many places to no avail left a message to her relatives and friends before the operation, saying that she entrusted her life to the angel in white and let nature take its course in the blink of an eye. Even if she doesn't succeed, she still wants to thank the doctor! The world is a big place with thousands of people, but both doctors and the public hope that doctors and patients can have more trust and jointly deal with the enemy - disease.
"", "The Surgeon's "Typhoon"", "Doctor, Please Go to the Patient" and other stories or texts do not have any trace of boring preaching. They are Dr. Lang who used what he has learned, done and thought throughout his life to teach our younger generations. The way to practice medicine, conduct yourself in society, and be a human being. Dr. Lang has warned us many times that a mature surgeon must have wise strategies and know how to get on and off the stage, how to deal with accidents and dangers, and even when enough is enough! He said that the surgeon's style on the operating table is a comprehensive reflection of the doctor's quality, character, personality, technology and experience. It requires "wisdom, alertness, calmness, sophistication, humility, collaboration, words and deeds."
In the "Postscript" of the book, Professor Lang said: Doctors must be good at telling stories. First, only by being able to tell stories can one communicate well with patients. This means showing sympathy and care for patients, investigating and studying the condition, and embodying the humanistic concept of medicine. Secondly, being able to tell stories facilitates science popularization. Telling profound and difficult medical knowledge to the public and patients in the language of easy-to-understand and touching stories is the embodiment of the concept of science popularization. Yes, for younger generations like me, Professor Lang is not so much "telling stories" as he is teaching us "how to tell stories and how to be doctors."
Finally, from these nearly 150 warm-hearted stories, we can share the wisdom and generosity, rigor and science of the master, feel the benevolence and skill, joy and helplessness of the doctor; understand the meaning of medicine Sacred and unpredictable, status quo and limitations... As Professor Lang said: Frankness brings understanding, rigor brings trust, and doctor-patient communication is heart-to-heart communication. These stories educate doctors that they need the three pillars of talent, knowledge, and virtue; they must cultivate the three realms of success, Qi, and Tao; they must respect life, patients, medicine, and nature; they must use a stethoscope to connect themselves with patients; they must experience "The first prescription a doctor gives to a patient is love." A Doctor’s Story 5
We moved to our current residence in the second year after coming to the United States. In total, we lived in three places in one day, all surrounding a small city called "Athens", but from the suburbs to the outer suburbs, and then to the countryside, the more we moved, the more remote we became.
When we first moved here, we found that this small place was quite "cultured". There is an iconic crimson building in the center of the town. It has a simple shape and is very unique. That was the old county courthouse. It seems that this is still the old-era town planning idea: in order to highlight the "central position", the buildings are directly blocked on the main road, and everyone, including cars and horses, must slow down and go around. Therefore, every time I go home, I will see this "landscape painting" with crimson as the main body on the last high slope of the neighboring town. Then he slowed down, admiring the approach of the picture, and said to himself warmly: "We're almost home."
When approaching this building, its wall has become the background of the entire red picture. At this moment, facing us is a white marble statue. The contrast between red and white is very sharp. It was a standing figure, a middle-aged man with a gentleman's appearance, his head slightly lowered, looking very humble.
The first time I went to visit "him", I took advantage of a friend's visit. My friend studies history, is very curious about our town, and insists on going to this "isolated island" to have a look. After we went up there, we discovered that there was quite a lot of content there. For example, there are bronze medals commemorating the residents who fought and died during the previous wars, cannons left during the Civil War, and so on. Finally, we came to this marble statue. The text on the base is very simple. He was a doctor born here and seemed to have made some special contribution. Unfortunately, the only important thing involved a very rare English word. So I met "him" but didn't really get to know each other. However, that time we still remembered his name and dates of birth and death: Dr. Crawford Williamson Long (1815-1878).
Fortunately, this memory came in handy soon after. One day, we were driving on Interstate 85 and suddenly spotted a familiar name on a passing road sign: Dr. Crawford Williamson Long Museum, Jefferson County.
Jefferson County, where we lived before moving, is our second home in the United States. Dr. Lang and we are really destined. This time we made up our minds to make a special trip to visit this rural doctor.
The museum commemorating Dr. Long is located in the town of Jackson, the center of Jefferson County. This small ordinary house was the clinic where Dr. Lang practiced medicine.
In the Dr. Long Museum, we realized how ignorant we are. He is indeed an ordinary country doctor, but he is also a person who has set an important milestone in this world. The English word we failed to understand in front of his memorial statue was "ether anesthesia" - this technology that is still in use today and has benefited countless people around the world was invented by Dr. Lang, who is the founder of this technology. The first surgical user.
Dr. Lang’s life was spent in the ordinary. He is tall, has a broad forehead, and has a pair of very pure blue eyes. He has a gentle personality and is a serious doctor. He is a good doctor. He also has good artistic accomplishment and a wide range of interests, including drama and literature. Throughout his life, he had no earth-shattering drama.
He also practiced medicine in New York, but eventually he returned to his hometown and became a country doctor. Together with his brother, he opened a small pharmacy. Life in the early days of the United States was very simple. Rural doctors at that time had to practice both medicine and medicine, much like doctors in old China. In today's Dr. Long Museum, the clinic and pharmacy where he practiced medicine is still preserved, and some minor surgeries were also performed there. Therefore, how to provide anesthesia quickly and effectively has become a big problem faced by rural doctors. Anesthesia methods have also been a major research project in the medical community. The difference between Dr. Long and other people in the medical field is that he is a rural doctor, so he pays more attention to practical operations. When he was struggling with his inability to better solve the anesthesia problem, he thought of the games he played in his student days. He is a medical graduate with a professional background. Those young students once took ether at an "ether party". He remembered that someone was accidentally injured that day, but due to the effect of ether, he felt no pain at all. This detail prompted him to establish a research direction and put it into practice immediately.
In 1842, he used ether anesthesia for the first time to operate on a villager's neck tumor and achieved success. After the success, he was very happy. But he never thought that this was a rare opportunity. What he should do is to quickly apply for a patent and wait to become famous.
Four years later, someone did the same thing and applied for a patent. Dr. Long heard about this. At the same time, I also heard that there was a considerable bonus. He is not a rich man, he needs money. So he filed certificates in Georgia to try to get his share of the winnings. Eventually, the bonus was cancelled. Rather than being aggrieved, he returned to the town and continued to be his country doctor.
Dr. Long has never paid too much attention to his own contribution. He just enjoys life quietly and does what he should do. Until the end of his life, he was still delivering a woman's baby. When the child was born successfully, Dr. Long suddenly felt dizzy. A few hours later, he passed away peacefully at the patient's home.
However, Dr. Long, who was indifferent to fame and fortune, experienced a Civil War. What this war brought him was: his college classmate, dormitory roommate, and lifelong friend-Alexander Hamilton Stephens, who became the Vice President of the Confederacy during the Civil War.
Dr. Lang has never been involved in politics in his life and has been a doctor from beginning to end. However, Dr. Long had a deep friendship with Stephens, an important political figure in American history, and they respected each other. Stephens was 3 years older than Dr. Long, but lived 5 years longer. At that time, the U.S. Congress decided that each state would send two statues of its own heroes to symbolize the glorious history of the state and install them permanently in the Capitol. There is a heated discussion in Georgia about "hero identification." In his last public speech before his death, Stephens strongly appealed to Dr. Long, a man who had made significant contributions to human happiness, and Oglathorpe, the British governor who established the Georgia colony before the founding of the United States. Be a Georgia hero and have their statue delivered to the Capitol.
Stephens died a few weeks after this speech. What he didn't expect was that his appeal had half the effect: the people of Georgia indeed elected Dr. Long, but they also elected him at the same time. In this way, their statues were sent to the Capitol in Washington.
Two marble statues of Dr. Long were made at the same time, one was sent to Washington, and the other remained in his hometown. That is the white marble statue that we see almost every day. Only then did we discover that the countryside we live in is an ordinary yet extraordinary place.