Let's start with a few stories. Eight years ago. I switched from a physician to an emergency department. One day. I was busy in the rescue room when suddenly a little boy came to me with ECG monitoring tied, painstaking intubation inserted and a leather ball held. When I was in first aid, the 120 doctor said; "The child fell on the bus on his way to school. Fortunately, a retired doctor nearby gave him cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the spot. At the moment, there is still a trace of heartbeat." The child couldn't be saved at last. He was only 14 years old. So I know. Sudden death doesn't happen to old people. It will even come to such a young life. The second thing happened last year, also in the emergency room. There are always joys and sorrows in this place. It was also a day. 120 sent a middle-aged man with no heartbeat and breath. He is a rich man in Ordos. He came to Beijing to do business. He made an appointment with customers to drink tea in a five-star hotel. He felt chest tightness and uncomfortable. He didn't realize that he had a heart attack, but called the waiter to denounce him. Pointing to the tea, he said it was a fake and shoddy product. The more he spoke, the more excited he became. He fell to the ground and lost his heartbeat. 120. The rescue at the scene was invalid, and it was also invalid after being sent to the hospital for a long time. From him, I draw a conclusion: blaming others without reason may lead to bad consequences. The third thing happened this year, still in the emergency room. A city girl fell in love with a rural boy, and her parents firmly opposed it. The girl drank paraquat to show her loyalty to love. Paraquat has no antidote. Even if it survives, it is only one in a million. She didn't know she would die when she drank, from entering the hospital to dying. After a week of torture, and finally heart failure. I can't bear to look at her eyes. It's nostalgia for life. She stared at the door of the emergency room and waited every day, but her rural boyfriend dared not come in from her entering the emergency room to her death. She died, her little boyfriend came and cried in front of the hospital bed. What's the usage? I kept saying to my friends, "if you want to show your loyalty to love, you can't make love by destroying yourself." Many people on Weibo asked, "you are a doctoral graduate. You have been working for 11 years now. Why are you still the attending doctor? Are you ashamed?" I told him not to be ashamed. I don't like lying down in the laboratory and burying my head in white mice. I like to stay by the patient's bed and watch his urine volume for 24 hours, even accurate to the urine volume per hour. Do you disagree with social values? No problem. I also thought about writing articles, similar to clinical experience and knowledge. At present, he has only worked in the emergency room for eight years and still needs to accumulate experience. Later, it will be written into a booklet with a retail price of 0 yuan. The doctor who wants to give it away for free, who is willing to take it home, copy it casually, and there is no copyright. This is what I really want to do. After I figured it out, our director was worried. It's rare to have a eloquent female doctor in the emergency room. She didn't participate in the project application and didn't ask the leader for experimental funds. The leaders were anxious and sent me to the United States for capitalist re education, but they made a mistake. I went happily and came back very happily. After coming back, he made a report in our department and said that in the United States for more than half a year, he found that the medical treatment was really good. Doctors can only do clinical work without experiments. Of course, they also subsidize both experimental and clinical work, but they are completely two systems. As a doctor for many years, I'm used to seeing life and death leave. Later, when the patient died and the family members cried loudly, I looked cold-blooded and didn't feel much. When I was a doctor when I was young, when one or two patients died in my hand, my nervous and crying mood was long gone. However, I will also be moved by some small things. Last year, a young couple came. The woman had a persistent fever with unknown cause. She was highly suspected of lymphoma clinically. She had a lymph biopsy, and the type of lesion was difficult to diagnose. They stayed in the hospital for two and a half months. The woman was desperate and cried in bed every day. The man was still calm and coaxed her happy as always. Every day, as long as she doesn't have a fever a little, her husband pushes her out for a walk. He also takes a stainless steel lunch box and goes all over the street to buy food he can afford. Change patterns for his wife to eat. I go to work early, so I see him go out with his lunch box and humming a tune every morning. Seeing me, he smiled shyly and said, "good morning, doctor." For the last pathology, we sent her to two hospitals. One of them was stained. It was a T-cell lymphoma. The hematology department sent her to hospital for chemotherapy. The last time I saw her was in the emergency room. He was walking around holding his wife's hand. The young man smiled shyly at me, and the woman also showed a rare smile. At that moment, my nose was sore. Such love is too rare. I applaud the love that can persist in difficulties and poverty. I hope readers can live their true self after listening to my nagging. Don't worry so much.

Let's start with a few stories. Eight years ago. I switched from a physician to an emergency department. One day. I was busy in the rescue room when suddenly a little boy came to me with ECG monitoring tied, painstaking intubation inserted and a leather ball held. When I was in first aid, the 120 doctor said; "The child fell on the bus on his way to school. Fortunately, a retired doctor nearby gave him cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the spot. At the moment, there is still a trace of heartbeat." The child couldn't be saved at last. He was only 14 years old. So I know. Sudden death doesn't happen to old people. It will even come to such a young life. The second thing happened last year, also in the emergency room. There are always joys and sorrows in this place. It was also a day. 120 sent a middle-aged man with no heartbeat and breath. He is a rich man in Ordos. He came to Beijing to do business. He made an appointment with customers to drink tea in a five-star hotel. He felt chest tightness and uncomfortable. He didn't realize that he had a heart attack, but called the waiter to denounce him. Pointing to the tea, he said it was a fake and shoddy product. The more he spoke, the more excited he became. He fell to the ground and lost his heartbeat. 120. The rescue at the scene was invalid, and it was also invalid after being sent to the hospital for a long time. From him, I draw a conclusion: blaming others without reason may lead to bad consequences. The third thing happened this year, still in the emergency room. A city girl fell in love with a rural boy, and her parents firmly opposed it. The girl drank paraquat to show her loyalty to love. Paraquat has no antidote. Even if it survives, it is only one in a million. She didn't know she would die when she drank, from entering the hospital to dying. After a week of torture, and finally heart failure. I can't bear to look at her eyes. It's nostalgia for life. She stared at the door of the emergency room and waited every day, but her rural boyfriend dared not come in from her entering the emergency room to her death. She died, her little boyfriend came and cried in front of the hospital bed. What's the usage? I kept saying to my friends, "if you want to show your loyalty to love, you can't make love by destroying yourself." Many people on Weibo asked, "you are a doctoral graduate. You have been working for 11 years now. Why are you still the attending doctor? Are you ashamed?" I told him not to be ashamed. I don't like lying down in the laboratory and burying my head in white mice. I like to stay by the patient's bed and watch his urine volume for 24 hours, even accurate to the urine volume per hour. Do you disagree with social values? No problem. I also thought about writing articles, similar to clinical experience and knowledge. At present, he has only worked in the emergency room for eight years and still needs to accumulate experience. Later, it will be written into a booklet with a retail price of 0 yuan. The doctor who wants to give it away for free, who is willing to take it home, copy it casually, and there is no copyright. This is what I really want to do. After I figured it out, our director was worried. It's rare to have a eloquent female doctor in the emergency room. She didn't participate in the project application and didn't ask the leader for experimental funds. The leaders were anxious and sent me to the United States for capitalist re education, but they made a mistake. I went happily and came back very happily. After coming back, he made a report in our department and said that in the United States for more than half a year, he found that the medical treatment was really good. Doctors can only do clinical work without experiments. Of course, they also subsidize both experimental and clinical work, but they are completely two systems. As a doctor for many years, I'm used to seeing life and death leave. Later, when the patient died and the family members cried loudly, I looked cold-blooded and didn't feel much. When I was a doctor when I was young, when one or two patients died in my hand, my nervous and crying mood was long gone. However, I will also be moved by some small things. Last year, a young couple came. The woman had a persistent fever with unknown cause. She was highly suspected of lymphoma clinically. She had a lymph biopsy, and the type of lesion was difficult to diagnose. They stayed in the hospital for two and a half months. The woman was desperate and cried in bed every day. The man was still calm and coaxed her happy as always. Every day, as long as she doesn't have a fever a little, her husband pushes her out for a walk. He also takes a stainless steel lunch box and goes all over the street to buy food he can afford. Change patterns for his wife to eat. I go to work early, so I see him go out with his lunch box and humming a tune every morning. Seeing me, he smiled shyly and said, "good morning, doctor." For the last pathology, we sent her to two hospitals. One of them was stained. It was a T-cell lymphoma. The hematology department sent her to hospital for chemotherapy. The last time I saw her was in the emergency room. He was walking around holding his wife's hand. The young man smiled shyly at me, and the woman also showed a rare smile. At that moment, my nose was sore. Such love is too rare. I applaud the love that can persist in difficulties and poverty. I hope readers can live their true self after listening to my nagging. Don't worry so much.