“Students in Hard Nuclear Medicine North: A First Line Clinic”

“Students in Hard Nuclear Medicine North: A First Line Clinic”

What kind of difficult, funny, sometimes creepy moment is a good doctor? This column, written by the first-line medical staff, is a collection of medical students ‘ essentials and a wonderful collection of hospital stories.

What kind of experience is it to study at the Washington School of Medicine, to which all medical students aspire?

How can you make him a boyfriend?

Why did a man come to urology and say, “I just wanted to try, I didn’t think I’d go in?”

Where did the mysterious “general teacher” come from in the autopsy room? How did it feel to have the first autopsy?

What are the great moments of embarrassment in the practice of a serious doctor?

What are the three truths of death in the eyes of doctors who have practiced for years?

Doctors, like other professions, have many joys; unlike most professions, they see too much human warmth.

Through first-line medical personnel, what they have done to protect their health.

In a clinical career, there are countless moments of feeling “silent,” but there is always such a thing that, despite the years that have passed, the skin is still burning as soon as it comes to mind.

One.

The annual marriage season must be followed by the birth season. At that time, I was a little obstetrician who had just become a attending, and every time I was in the middle of the season, I was so busy, I couldn’t think of two foods, sitting in peace and quiet, in a comfortable place in the library.

Remember that day, I was in a hurry and had to “shut” for a few extra meals, and at noon, I had to do two cervixes, and the operation missed the canteen.

There was no more easy take-out than today, so I had to go through my locker with my stomach covered in a bag of milk. Look around, everyone is too busy to ask for help, drinking their milk and planning to wait until they’re done with what they’re doing.

But the power of just one bag of milk is too limited to be digested in a few moments, and the tummy starts to “call the police” again.

Finally, the matter at hand is over, and it’s time to pack up and get ready to go out and eat.

Whoever came to the door and didn’t have time to change his clothes, heard the noise outside, as if there was an urgent patient. It’s too bad to go out for help because of an occupational disease.

I went up there with my colleagues to rescue the kid first. This is where we deal with the mother, where we rescue the child, and where we spend more than two hours, it’s like the adult and the child are in danger.

As a result of overstretched stress for two hours, I was relieved, suddenly with a black eye, a swirling turn and fall, and I was able to immediately hold my colleagues next to me from falling.

For a few seconds, a feeling of suffocation has sprung up on me. Frightened, unstoppable, soft legs, just lying on the floor. I had a dark diagnosis: low blood sugar.

It’s a good thing my coworker, with experience, picked up a spare bottle of glucose, cut my mouth and let me drink it!

I quickly took it out of my mouth, and a bottle of glucose, like a running river, ran all the way through my throat and ran into my empty stomach, and the feeling of instant enrichment made me feel like I was full of power and almost a comfortable sound.

A bottle of 500 milligrams, and I’m out of my mouth…

After a few minutes of rest on the stool, there was a little strength. Returning to the duty room, and seeing that time is almost up for replacement, is about to take a break in the duty room and return to the cafeteria to finish the meal.

When I was bored, I found out on the desk that I didn’t know who ate most of the rest of the lactin. It’s the lactose tablet that’s sour and sweet and a little creamy.

Wow, my saliva started to be automatic when I saw it.

Since it’s a doctor’s shift room, it’s definitely not someone else’s. It’s probably Liu’s little girl. It’s all our own people. I’ll take this as a snack, one by one, and then half of the leftover.

Later, even after many years, every time I remembered that afternoon, I felt profound regret for my poor self-control. If I had one more chance, I’d have put up with it.

Unfortunately, life does not give you a second choice.

When I finished the lactacid tablet, I quickly felt a desire to go to the toilet. Maybe this thing added glucose to it and became a very powerful tool for constipation, and maybe my stomach was too fragile that day.

In any case, the road to the toilet usually seemed so short and the day was so long.

You know, I was in charge at the time, when I was in the middle of my life, when I was in the middle of my life, and I was in the middle of something. And when there are patients in the hallway!

I was very impressed by the fact that, as I moved from the shift room to the other end of the corridor, I was trying to maintain my pace, with a slight boost, and in my heart, I tried to use the accelerator, burn the area and even rehydration, and go with Ramazé’s first breath, and eight indentations… Yes, the “temperation method” of medical students is so special.

At last, we’ve finally finished this hard road, and we’re finally gonna have fun!

I filmed an empty toilet door, locked it quickly and immediately began to solve the “war” in my stomach. It’s so refreshing, it’s so relaxing, and it’s like “the time of the wise” after it’s over.

But — and then I looked back, and I realized that it was too urgent, and the white man forgot to pick it up, and it was really too “wrong.”

I looked at my crime scene and I had just taken off my white coat and had to call Liu for help and let her send me a garbage bag in the toilet.

She repeatedly confirmed: “Are you sure you want a garbage bag, not an aunt’s towel?” Anyway, why do you need a garbage bag? I’m sorry.

“Don’t ask. Bring it here. I need it now! I’m sorry.

When she used to see me slamming myself almost into the face of the ground, she laughed so badly.

After that, I sealed her mouth with three cups of tea!

A moment of greed has made me “show my goodbyes” a white cocoon. So long I’ve been shadowing the toilet in a white coat.

And, of course, it’s been for me so far, and whenever I go to the bathroom, I’ll take care of my clothes, whether it’s a fall or a summer dress.

Especially since then, I’ve never had an emulsifiable tablet.

Two.

And besides this mess of my own, life without art-processed obstetrics is often accompanied by “shit-shit” and less beautiful than in a TV show.

And in the delivery room, you hear often the plain slogan of the midwife,

“Hold on! Shit!”

Harder! Up your ass! Pull like shit! I’m sorry.

“Hold on, pull the kid out like shit! I’m sorry.

Many mothers used to tell the story of their babies, and they couldn’t get around it.

Some of the mothers have to take a shit before they give birth, because of the reduced strength and foetal capacity during childbirth, which sometimes squeezes out the poop in their anus.

It is clear here that this is not a disgrace but a normal phenomenon in childbirth. So there is no reason to be shy or even ashamed of it, and the midwife helps clean up the house and then continues to give birth.

Don’t be afraid the doctor will mind, because when a doctor gives birth, it’s the same thing. Moreover, the obstetricians and gynaecologists who have been through the war, and the midwives themselves, when they give birth to their children, are also “cool when they deliver and die” and almost every female doctor has her own story.

Here’s the story of my good colleague Na Na, who was once a hot girl, who was young enough to marry when she became a obstetrician, and who, in a time when painless childbirth had not yet been spread, was unable to feel the pain of her mother, but only to talk about it: “Easy, you won’t be so painful! Come on, breathe again. I’m sorry.

Na was married and pregnant.

The pregnancy went well until it was almost seven months away and, of course, when the baby was born, it came back.

We also complimented Na, who just saw Red, who hasn’t begun to shrunk, for her to look up and look forward to, saying, “Look at your face, think of how well you usually work. I’m sorry.

Na felt confident, too: “Hey, when you’re finished, I’ll buy you a drink!” I’m sorry.

Until, three hours later. Everyone in the hallway outside the delivery room thought they heard howling in the horror film.

A new dad took a lunch box and was going out to get his wife something to eat, and then he passed by the delivery room and fell down on the floor with a loud and violent scream!

Even worse, the screams in the delivery room made the vice-president upstairs think that something was going on. As a result, a former employee, a obstetrician, was giving birth.

We really overestimated Na’s pain threshold, and when the ceremonial ceremonial strangulation strengthened, Na’s performance was unexpected.

At the beginning, she started by whispering painfully in bed, and holding the bed gang would satisfy her demands. But as the dent moves, the bed gang can’t make her feel better, so! The husband with the bed was “poisoned”!

Every time she had a ceremonial contraction, she grabbed her husband’s hand, arms, even legs, and caught him anywhere. The husband was able to smile at first, leaning down and softly encouraging his wife. As a result, the husband’s wailing and Na’s moaning are groaning, making our colleagues face each other in the delivery room, feeling so sad and funny.

It’s too painful to see Na, and there’s no one to replace the pain, and some of our colleagues have to calm down, and when she opens up, she comes back: “Oh, sister, I’ve told the patient every day. I’ve told you more than 800 times. I’m sorry.

At that time, it really became clear that the matter of being a child could turn a decent lady into a great woman. No exaggeration at all. When Na got upset by the hysteria, punched the wall in the delivery room, the wall was “pumping” and fell on the floor!

Other expectant mothers are staring at me!

At this point in time, colleagues from the anaesthesia section finally stepped out of the operating table and, while large-scale painless childbirth had not yet begun, it was in fact possible to do so when conditions were met.

When Na’s colleagues in the anaesthesia came in, her eyes were like “The Wolf Hungry” (the words of Na’s husband), and she climbed up to the delivery bed in pain, from bed to the knee of her hands for 10 seconds!

It’s a painless fight. Na’s “stop.” Half an hour later, seven and a half pounds of daughters were born and the mother and daughter were safe.

Na’s husband is crying and holding Dr. Anesthetian’s hand says, “Oh, comrade, thanks to you, I’m going to rip my belt off because of my wife! It’s a lot more green on this arm! You must come back to the full moon! I’m sorry.

“My brother, I know it’s not easy for you, and it was before my wife gave birth to a child without pain.” I’m sorry.

A month later, we all participated in Na’s baby’s full moon.

Na had a new nickname, “The Little King”. And the legend in the delivery room about “The Little Bull’s Fist KO Drops the Ring” has been spreading to this day.

Everyone said it was only that day that Na had the potential to sing so loudly that spring festivals of the year were celebrated, and the frightened vice president came and asked her, “Do you want to do a singing show?” I’m sorry.

Although there are now maternity wards, there are still stories, tears and laughs. Fortunately, with advances in science and technology and the spread of painless childbirth, maternity wards are now much more peaceful than in the past.

And Na will never again be so anxious about some mother who screams that she doesn’t like. She will always tell them, “I knew it when I had the baby, but it’s okay if we’re having the baby, and you probably don’t have to force yourself to bear it.” I’m sorry.

When we talked about it, Na had the embarrassing look on her face, which, after all, shocked the whole hospital and made her famous.

Na is now a senior manager, and when she tells the story about what happened in the ward to her in-patient and intern, she can easily “scramble” herself.

She often tells these young women who have not yet given birth: “Have not given birth, don’t think it’s easy, because you don’t know what happens when you give birth.” I’m sorry.

The urology, a unit that deals with “ure” every day, where the doctor “specializes the sewers” because it is so closely connected to the male subject that it has an inexhaustible pleasure to hear many stories.

One.

In 2019, I published an article entitled “Relationship between prostate massage and chronic prostate disease”. The main story was that the male body finger examination touched the prostate at the time of the medical examination, and thus gained an unattractive and self-defeating feeling.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s a really serious science article.

I’d like to add a little bit to this story: The prostate is a subsidiary gland of the male reproductive system, situated between the bladder and the urine tumour, with a shape similar to chestnuts, which can be touched by rectal finger-checks, and is very flexible.

However, the prostate also strikes if it is subjected to prolonged sitting and irregular living conditions and rough treatment. The sewers have the symptoms of dripping and leaking. In clinical terms, appropriate prostate massage (i.e. anal) has some therapeutic effect on a number of diseases, for example as an aid to chronic prostate inflammation.

But I didn’t realize that some patients came to the hospital after reading, and asked me, “Doctor, I read your article, can you give me a prostate massage?” I’m sorry.

For chronic prostate inflammation patients, one or two massages per week do contribute to the flow of prostate fluids. But! I’ve never heard of a doctor who gives you this “service” for half an hour, or even longer, without any related disease in your life, and who continues the so-called “a process.”

At this moment, I’m not only full of questions, but I can’t help but think about what he’s thinking about:

The doctor put on gloves, put some paraffin oil, slowly put a finger in and easily found the prostate. Three to the left, three to the right, three to the middle, and then re-circle the prostate glands. And he can choose the right position, like lying down, lying down, and so on, and relaxing his mind and mind from a doctor’s half-hour professional service to alleviate the swelling pain of the prostate…

It is difficult to imagine that if prostate massage is actually provided, patients outside the urology clinic are expected to run for several hours, and the criteria for evaluating urologists become the “satisfaction rating” and “comfort rating” for prostate massage.

The urology clinic is actually going to have to hang the sign “Twenty years of professional prostate massage.”

Two.

People who know a lot of medical backgrounds have seen, more or less, medical students complain that they read too many books and have to take too many tests.

I also had a lot of gnawing, one test after the other, to become a urologist, and now, with knowledge and practice, I’ve mastered the technique of connecting the sewers.

But it’s not enough to talk about life for someone who’s embarrassed or overconfident and who’s trying to “facilitate himself.”

After all, no one can do this job.

I was at the late-night clinic, and one patient moved in with his face in pain, with his hands under his abdomen, and complained, “Doctor, I just wanted to try that thing, and I didn’t think it would follow the urinal. I’m sorry.

While I appeased the patient and understood what he called “tries” in his mouth, on the other hand I thought that such “false” seemed a bit awkward in front of doctors.

Checked, bladder alien, front-end metal head, end-end plastic tubes, approximately 10 cm, inserted from the mouth of the urea, into the bladder. (Phone removed)

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I told the patients that they needed emergency surgery, that they were not in a hurry to do it, that they wanted to “leave for an hour” and that after I repeatedly discouraged him from leaving the hospital.

He was later informed that he had checked out at the hotel. I suppose, based on experience, that this alien should not have been inserted by himself, probably by someone else, but he was afraid to accompany him to the hospital.

When the patient returned to the hospital, I performed the surgery.

First I try to get it out with a bladder lens. After anaesthesia, using a bladder lens, the shape is a lensed iron bar that slowly enters the bladder from the urethroat. Take out the alien clamp from the bladder mirror, enter the bladder and try to grab the alien with the alien clamp. (as shown in figure)

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But because the alien is too thick, the plier cannot be caught. Consider that, even if it can be held together, the physical extraction from the urea can exacerbate the damage to the urea, which can be easily followed by the narrowness of the urea, which will require a life-long extension of the urea before the urea can be successfully expediated.

So, I had to choose to use the cysts on my cheekbone to remove the alien and save the patient’s sewer.

It’s called a vesico-urinary alien, which, by definition, is in the bladder and urea. Because women have shorter urea, it is easy to enter the bladder and become a bladder alien. The urethroat is mostly found in men, who have long urethromats and are naturally curved, and who can easily remain in the urethophagus without being removed.

When you’re surfing on the Internet, you can see all kinds of vesico-urinary aliens. Wires, plastic silk, bell pen cores, hair clips, various items of interest, etc.

I have to say, it’s really “the size of the heart, the stage.”

Essentially, all bladder urinary aliens are either themselves or by others.

Some are out of curiosity, and most people use a variety of exotics to stimulate urinal tracts in order to satisfy their sexual needs.

The fact that men have long and crooked urinals and that they have access to bladders means that “technology” is great. If the urea enters an alien without timely treatment, it not only damages the mucus of the urea, but also wears a broken urea, and for a long time can cause urinary system infections or stones, causing complications and making treatment more difficult.

The urologist advised us not to do this “porcelain work” without the diamond.

3

In addition to the extraction of foreign objects, urology is also responsible for the health of the male reproductive system, and semen analysis is a routine check-up, which is a prerequisite for this check-up.

A boy of about 16 years of age went into the clinic under cover and told me, “The balls are sick and they are swollen.”

I’m used to hiding and insinuating the patient after a long time in the sand, but I’m not going to ask for a simple interview until I’ve been appeased. Sometimes you can’t open your mouth for half a day and you need a psychiatrist.

Back to this boy, with a cum and a scrotum B super-checking, the result was a left-focused semen vein. In order to assess whether or not there is infirmity, semen analysis is routinely performed prior to the operation, with the consent of the family.

I gave the boy a test list for semen analysis and was ready to examine the next patient.

But not long ago, the boy came back with an empty cup in his hand, and I looked at him and said, “Doc, can you get me some sperm?” I don’t know how to take it. I’m sorry.

I managed to hold my face in time to be too surprised.

The lack of sex education at school and in the home has left him without knowledge even at puberty. In communicating with him, he is relatively introverted, and I guess because he is embarrassed by the disease itself and ashamed to ask his parents for help, he can only ask me for help.

I can’t really do this, but I can explain to him in standard medical terms: “Stand a ring with a thumb, an index finger, a middle finger, at the lower end of the penis cortex, light-wipe the skin, and see the head outside the penis, repeatedly, until it is unbearable, so that it reaches ejaculation.” I’m sorry.

The boys still look at me with questions and obscurities. Am I still too academic?

Hey!

As soon as I moved, I took him to the pick-up room, found a special video and gave him some professional advice from a medical point of view, and after all, there was always a need for some inventory. It always works, for example, in cases where the cause of the erection functional impairment is identified.

Ten minutes later, the boy came back with a red face and whispered, “Thank you.” I’m sorry.

The boys who thought they were now aware of the commons of the sexes had not thought that they would be given an initial sexual education course.

In fact, the test for semen analysis, in addition to a 16-year-old male who doesn’t know how to do it, meets a few adult males who don’t know how to do it, but who ask a doctor with orders and a forced tone, for example.

“Doctor, get me some semen. I’m sorry.

“Take it yourself? I thought there was a special device or a little nurse! I’m sorry.

For a patient like that, I’ll give him an awkward and polite look and let him know.

In fact, most of the hospitals now have separate distillation rooms, with pictures on the walls and, in some cases, books.

But as for the way to get it, it must have been by itself.

It has to be said that “fast shooters” are superior to the speed at which they are refined, and it is not excluded that some people are overstretched because they are too nervous to be able to successfully refine in a hospital environment. However, we do not suggest that we take the test and then take it to the hospital, because there is a risk that it might affect the results of the examination.

By the way, the last moment of the pick-up is also a technical test, requiring precision and precision in the pick-up of the cup.

There is also a situation in which you can be refined by surgery. For people with obstructive insemination, although they can eject semen, the absence of semen in the semen requires a testicle puncture to extract the sperm, and then the relevant examination, does that sound painful? I hope they don’t get caught.

If you need to do semen tests in the future, clean up your “weapons” early and adjust your mental state.

The point is to remember to do it yourself.

4

The most common outpatient surgery in urology is Circumcision, which is often referred to as circumcision.

Ten minutes of surgery does not normally require hospitalization and the risk of surgery is relatively low. Many men are circumcised because of inflammation or personal wishes, and this short period of surgery is always an interesting story.

I met a 30-year-old man who came to the hospital at his wife’s request to be circumcised.

Good health and good mental health. While preparing the skin, the older brother asked the nurse for help.

“How’s my length? I’m sorry.

“You’re shy when so many people come every day to circumcise? I’m sorry.

The urologist nurses are well-known and have turned their eyes, and they generally ignore such patients.

The nurse’s lack of attention did not defeat the brother’s desire to talk, and he was still excited and even more “absolute” when he got to the operating table.

Maybe he really thought it was funny, he laughed at himself and he was shaking with a little bit.

I had to tell him many times: “Please be quiet and prepare for surgery. I’m sorry.

But this big brother seems to have decided that the operation should be over in a chat and that he would not be able to do anything about my advice.

And indeed it was that I was prevented from doing what I had to do, and that I had to cause the killer: “If you move again, I will not be responsible if you cut it.” I’m sorry.

Again, that was a useful move, the sound of which disappeared immediately and he did not say anything until the end of the operation.

The operation is over and the big brother is scared to ask me, “Doctor, isn’t it bad? I’m sorry.

Here too, it is a friendly reminder that, in the case of circumcision, there is no need to joke about it, after all, it is a lifetime of pain.

5

For urologists, we have to deal with the genitals every day, and we’re the absolute old drivers. I’ve seen a lot of it, too. But I’ve seen it for the first time.

Because of the new coronary virus, some non-emergency operations are pushed back.

And yet I saw a wonderful product on a treasure, the Korean ring cutter.

More detailed pages, but very detailed, include clinical instruction courses, scissors, examination of gloves, gauze, cotton-marks, bandages, matching devices, etc., and, when sold, “professional guidance”. The price of this product package varies from a few dozen to a few hundred dollars, and it says “suitable for men of all ages, including children”.

The world is truly unique, and I look closely at the merits of the one-time Korean-style circumcised cutter listed in the ad: micro-intuitives, low bleeding, no need for stitching, normal work, bathing after surgery, no vulnerability to infection, no need to change medicine, and natural beauty.

This propaganda is indeed moving, and it is a lot easier to calculate than to go to a regular hospital for circumcision. Some friends have seen comments and “success stories” on the Internet, and are more determined to operate on their own.

However, although circumcised is a simple operation for outpatient surgery, it is not easy to “diy”.

Local disinfection and anesthesia are performed prior to the operation. The doctor selects the appropriate location according to the patient ‘ s actual situation and removes the wrap. After the operation, the stitches are usually sequestered with absorbent stitches and partially clothed, and the wounds are replaced on time. These operations are done through systematic learning and practice by doctors who have accumulated a wealth of experience in order to be able to do so.

If I fail, I can turn to a doctor for help, and if it is serious, I may lose my “life” and try not so easily.

Six.

Because of the close and inseparable relationship between urology and men’s studies, there are symptoms or special findings, and impropriety always leads people to think of “sex”.

“Doctor, I have a little redness in my urine mouth, a little burn in my urine, a little inflammation in my urine. A male patient came in and started telling the story.

Our first reaction to so-called urinitis among male patients is gonorrhea.

After a simple medical examination, I found that not only the mouth of the urinals was red, but also the secretions. “When was the last time you had sex? Do you have any dirty sex? I’m sorry.

The patient heard the look of his eyes and threw up: “No, no. I’m sorry.

In cases where I was afraid to answer such questions, I had to ask again, “Do you have an impure sex life?” I’m sorry.

“Doctor, I’m really not like you. I’m married, definitely not. I’m sorry.

I can’t ask any more questions in the face of the patients’ strong denial, and I’m going to test the patients for urine and urinogenesis and decide to wait for the results.

In a little while, the results came out, and there was a marked increase in the number of regular white cells in urine, and the RNA positive.

“Doctor, is it normal? I’m sorry.

I looked serious and asked for the third time, “Do you have an impure sex life?” I’m sorry.

The patient felt a little lost in hiding, explaining, “It’s just that he went to the bathhouse and took a bath in the shower.” I’m sorry.

Listening here, I’m pointing to the inspection report: “Gonormella RNA positive, which means gonorrhea, the main mode of transmission is sex, and bathhouses don’t normally spread. The results of the examination are available and the treatment needs to be based on gonorrhoea. If you take the initiative to explain your medical history, you will have a more positive effect on treatment. I’m sorry.

The patient was a little distasteful at the moment: “Hey, there’s nothing to hide from the doctor. A few days ago, a client came to visit…”

Finally, after a thorough review of the patient ‘ s condition, the report of the examination is combined with a prescription of the disease, which allows the patient to take his or her medication on time and temporarily avoids sexual activity.

In fact, we are not deliberately trying to crack down on the privacy of the patients and to keep them hanging on their faces, but rather because if, during the consultations, the patient deliberately conceals his or her medical history, and the doctor is not too careful, or is embarrassed to ask, to ignore some aspects of the examination and, finally, to suffer from the patient himself.

So, in the case of a patient who has always tried to hide his or her medical history, we must not only play the role of a doctor, but also the role of a detective who, with his or her knowledge and experience, carries out a series of checks on the symptoms of the patient.

Sometimes I wonder if I could be a detective if I had a little more of these patients and if one day I was not a doctor?

Finally, it’s not easy to grow up as a qualified urology surgeon, and there’s no urology at undergraduate level. This is a separate subject, and the knowledge of urology is covered only in a small proportion of extramural science materials.

Some of the schools that teach urology are also dominated by common diseases, others by girls who are ashamed to learn it, and the examination of this knowledge is relatively low, so if they are interested in urology, they need to study more of the relevant professional books, which are difficult to learn systematically through classroom knowledge.

When I studied, I wanted to fill out urology, so I could study it all.

I don’t know if most of my training time goes to general surgery and osteoporosis, but only a little. Fortunately, the doctorate has finally focused on the study of urology.

In short, the work of the section, while exhausting, reaps unexpected pleasures. There are stories that make us laugh, but more so, with the kindness of the healers, we hope that the patients will be appeased and properly treated and that health will be restored as soon as possible.

I didn’t think of going abroad at the beginning of the university, but reading it, I suddenly realized that the prospects for studying in the country were bleak.

Listen, let me analyze…

First of all, there are too many people studying, especially in medicine, most of them choosing to continue.

Second, if you graduate to work directly, the monthly salary of most of Guangzhou ‘ s Sana residents is around 1,500 per month at the price level of the year, and it is difficult to stay successfully in the end, which would be very stressful.

I think about it, and I think it’s a good choice to go abroad.

With this idea in mind, I began to gather information on the costs of a few popular countries that are studying abroad. The U.S. and the U.S. have a very good choice, if not for their own reasons, but the cost of Japan is much more friendly than 300,000 yuan a year.

“To study in Japan. I’m sorry.

Now it sounds ordinary, but the reality is that at that time, at my school, Southern Medical University (formerly First Military Medical University), my brother and sister in the clinical profession never heard of anyone leaving undergraduate studies to study in Japan.

That means I have to walk a road that no one has ever walked.

I’m a “better” who can’t afford the pressure from the outside, and who first has to solve the considerable barriers to his language and profession.

English sucks. Can you believe I took my sixth grade four times?

Japanese is entirely the state of the beginner, and the 50s are not clear yet.

University performance is not high, and the future direction of research is blank.

After six-and-a-half-year Japanese-language interest classes at the school Foreign Language Institute on Fridays and Saturdays, I was in third grade to gnaw on a Japanese-language school curriculum outside the school, plus in spring 2011, I began an internship at a three-academic military hospital in Nanjing, going to the hospital during the day and to the study room at night to prepare various examinations.

And so life began to turn.

Every late night, the Tofu word was carried over and over in the small, humid dormitories of the Pearl River Hospital.

Every morning at around 7 a.m., when my roommates are asleep, I have to get up and wash with my hands and feet and take a bus to the sports center, and the first thing I get out of the car is to go to McDonald’s to buy a breakfast with coffee and start a day of study with caffeine.

From 9:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m., I’ve had an hour off in the middle, and I’ve been delirious.

In July, I went to Nanjing University to take the N1 test with a high temperature of 38 degrees in Nanjing.

It turns out that a temporary charade may not be able to hold it, and that two months later, the results have come out in a terrible way.

But life leaves me no room for grief at all, because I need to prepare for the Tofu test in October, in addition to Japanese.

On October 22nd, he got up before dawn, took the subway for bus and went to the South East University examination 20 km away.

And then again!

This time, not because I failed, but because the system had an option to ask me if I wanted to report my grades after I heard about reading and writing the four parts. I was dazed that I chose to report to the school, so I chose “cancer.”

So my round of Tofu failed, and I knew it three weeks later.

I remember it was super clear that the registration fee for that round was $1,400, and it was a simulation.

Although both the Japanese- and English-language first “combat” failed, the path of their own choice and the bites of their teeth had to be maintained.

After a month and a half from Tofu, I took another exam, N1, which was more intense, and four days later I went to Nanking Agricultural University.

It’s probably “the aftereffects” of three Ben Tofu simulations two weeks before the exam, and I was a little numb when I came out of the examination, and I was sitting at lunch with Yong-guk and the soy milk, and I was deeply impressed: this year’s torture is finally over!

I was stuck in the application process for the last semester of the fifth grade.

Because at the time, I thought the broker fee of $30,000 was a little expensive, so I went “diy.”

I didn’t know the money was saved, but the experience and time spent were far beyond my expectations! This experience tells me that saving money and time is not an option.

Checking online, borrowing books from the library, asking my brothers and sisters who left the country, after all these difficulties, finally got PS and CV out and started “magnetic” with the professor.

This “magnetic set” process is also very difficult. There was hope in applying for medical at Kyoto University, and the professor promised to let me go, and AAC passed, and suddenly one night the professor sent an e-mail saying he was very sorry that we had a full admission to our lab this year and turned me down. We can only turn to other schools.

The application for Hokkaido University has also caused a lot of trouble, first of all because my official results card from Tofu has not been delivered (and I retake it in February), and Lucky School says that the ETS card sent to the candidates is valid. In addition, the admission process at Hokkaido University began at a particularly late stage and the formal admission process only began in July. This led me to say that in May, when the American-Canadian classmates had their offer, I didn’t say anything.

The anxiety and anxiety of that time now seem to be reminiscent of the fear of the future, mostly due to their own immaturity. There are setbacks that will crush your self-confidence, but life goes on and can only stand up and move in the intended direction.

In many cases, when life is “arranged” to understand, the only thing you can do is to struggle.

In particular, the struggle was accompanied by a number of different voices: the former seniors and sisters told me that they did not recognize Chinese medical qualifications abroad; the broker told me that one year of graduate studies was required to go to Japan (the Japanese “graduate” means pre-graduate, officially graduate school student called college students); and friends told me that it was difficult for my GPA to apply for seven Imperial Universities.

It took me five years to prove that they’re all bullshit.

A lot of people told you it couldn’t be done because they had failed themselves. I was given practical words of age, and I was given unbelievably good advice, and finally I found that only I could believe in myself. Just like a pony across the river, everyone can give you advice, but no one will be responsible for your future.

The way is now, the way, the choice.

On August 6, 2012, I finally waited for a master ‘ s admission to the University of Hokkaido Neuroscience Laboratory.

From Guangzhou to Hokkaido, 3400 km, this hard road I’ve been walking for four years.

At last, I held my ticket in my hand.

I had chosen the neurosciences of Hokkaido University, and the main topic of the professor was to study the mechanisms for the development of Alzheimer’s disease and early diagnosis, with a preference for basic medicine.

There are some differences between the school system and the country. The master ‘ s degree is almost three years in the country, with other countries having more than two years and, like Commonwealth countries, there are many other one-year master ‘ s degrees. The master’s degree at the University of Japan requires a degree and can graduate with a defence, unlike the SCI thesis required by the national medical school.

It seems easier than at home, but actually, I personally think it’s a lot harder to study in Japan.

Although the requirements of the school are relaxed, the boss (which we usually call the professor “boss”) is demanding, having two meetings a week at the lab, the boss asks a lot of questions, and each one of them is rather difficult.

During my studies in Japan, I spent a lot of time in the lab, almost at 90 o’clock in the evenings, literally called the “Pie Star Moon” and often experimented at 2-3 in the morning in the last semester.

This mechanized schedule was broken in the next semester of the second year of graduate studies.

At the time, a pathological Chinese sister with a child’s brain CT report asked me to assist with the translation, because I studied neuroscience, and I learned a little bit more about the vocabulary of this field.

The report belonged to the baby of the sister-in-law’s friend, both of whom had taken the child to Shanghai to see the doctor, and the country’s roads had largely been tried because of the rare illness of the child and the poor results of the previous treatment. Later, parents were reluctant to ask for help overseas, desperately searching the Internet, discovering that the St. Jude Children ‘ s Research Hospital in the United States had much research on tumours in children, and using all the resources and channels around them to communicate.

Because it’s so special, even after all these years, I remember that the child had an embryonic musculoma — a rare disease.

This was my first contact with overseas medical care, and I was not aware that it would be my future career direction.

Let me introduce you briefly. What is overseas referral?

Overseas referrals mainly help Chinese patients to seek medical services abroad.

I am currently working as a head-of-the-job medical clinic service, which is known as a medical consultant because of the advantages of a clinical background and a foreign study experience.

Most of the patients who have found us are those who wish to be referred to top hospitals abroad, such as the Meo Clinic, which is familiar with Chinese medicine, the Massachusetts General Hospital, Johns Hopkins Hospital, the Royal Masden Hospital, the Sun Heaven Hospital, etc. My main task is to analyse the situation of patients and help them develop appropriate referral programmes.

Visiting abroad is a “heavy” decision, and not all people are fit to go abroad.

For example, a patient who had just found out that breast cancer was possible, was she currently in need of a stabbing test? Is a puncture a mammogram or a lymph nodes? What’s her pathology type? Is she chemosynthetic before surgery or direct surgery? Is Japan or the United States better at this? Which hospitals or doctors in the United States are good at this disease? How long can patients stay abroad? How much for free?

This is a reflection of my experience after all these years of work, and it’s natural to start thinking about these issues in my head.

Some 70 per cent of the patients encountered on a daily basis are on tumours, while others suffer from heart and nervous system diseases, as well as from rare diseases, such as the transected musculoma on the top of which I encounter more than a dozen times a year. Although the incidence rate is relatively rare, each case has a real impact on their family life.

In accordance with the relevant provisions, we do not give direct medical advice, but we must be very familiar with the patient ‘ s condition and the situation of hospitals abroad.

The incident of the sister’s friend’s baby did make me think about the possibility of going on a career referral overseas, which in part affected my choice.

I can’t compare my grades to those of a scientific “boss,” but I want to share my feelings as a senior with you, especially with medical students.

How should we analyse the problem? How do you choose?

The shift in my career path has been summed up by 16 words — analysing the situation, making decisions, taking risks and reaping benefits.

The 16 words can be used as a basis for analysis and judgement.

An incisive and correct analysis of the situation depends primarily on two factors: on the one hand, reliable evidence and, on the other, on the right logic, whereas the former stems from a wide range of insights. You can’t think at a higher level, you can’t guarantee that you can go further than others, but it can reduce your chances of making mistakes in major future decisions.

Now we are always emphasizing evidence-based medicine, which makes our analysis more reliable.

In the two years that I have been studying in Japan, I have come to realize that one of the problems with medical education in China is the lack of general education.

Student life may be too narrow to analyse existing problems in other industries or from other perspectives. What Chinese medical students can and should do first is to build a relatively rigorous knowledge system.

The fact that you read more and know more about other trades and disciplines does not mean that you do not make mistakes, but it reduces your chances of making mistakes.

One of the lessons I’ve learned over the years is that investing in nothing is like investing in one’s own brain, with the highest return on learning. Luck is temporary, and your knowledge of the world is eternal.

I sometimes get a question from my school of medicine students: What should future career planning do?

I can’t say I’m sorry about this, but I can’t really give a clear direction. Personally, behind my choice is my personal interest, my educational experience, and some of the “moderates.” But I think that if you learn the right way of thinking, you can move in the right direction.

As I wrote, “The way is now, the way, the choice.”

I hope that my experience will inspire the students and sisters of medical school. And finally, put on a message I wrote on New Year’s Day…

On the path of self-denial and the collapse of ideals, there is always some force in our lives to push us forward.

Conspiracy.

There is a very large number of video works, both at home and abroad, with hospitals as the main setting, some of which are still highly regarded and show a relatively real picture of the work and life of the clinicians. But there’s a lot of it. It’s just a medical show. The kernel is an icon.

You might wonder what life is after a medical student gets into a job.

Dr. Wang’s direct employment as an emergency chief?

What’s wrong with you?

Or is Zaizen Goro’s first episode the first surgical assistant?

Both! No! Yes!

As a doctor who has been clinically “worked” for several rounds, but fortunately not bald, I have to share it with a medical student or a future medical student, a real clinical life that breaks some unrealistic illusions, and before you go on this path, it must be clear that this path is different from what you think.

You’re supposed to be the last of the seven rows behind Wang Zhen Dan, and you’re worse than everyone else’s, and you’re actually a medical practitioner at the Tokyo University of Wave Speed.

Without so many lead radiances, you’re on your own and you’re on your own.

Some of these footprints will be very deep, accompanied by tears that cannot be stopped in the ward or by lights that will never go out in the watch room.

The first lesson you’ve learned is the one that Dr. Fupé Grey just heard in the hospital:

“Today you come here with hope to participate in this competition, and a month ago you studied to be a doctor in medical school, and today you are a doctor, and seven years in this hospital surgeon, and seven years in your life. You’ll be pushed to the brink of collapse, look around you, say hello to your competitors. Eight of you will be transferred to an easier specialist, five will collapse under pressure, two will be discouraged. This is your starting line, the arena. It will be up to you as you go. I’m sorry.

Indeed, when you begin to practice clinically, there will be a steady shift away from the team, and only a few of you will work together on the road.

One of the medical students on the Internet has proposed “Soul Torture” — “How long does it take for me to be a single doctor?” I’m sorry.

Even though I feel like I’ve taken over a lot of patients and met a lot of people, I feel like I’m a long way from being alone.

I have also asked many people around me about this issue, and I have not been surprised to see that no one has ever said that they have done so alone, because the more knowledge the more humble, the more we have seen the greater the world, the more we feel our little ignorance.

So let’s step back and talk about how to become a basic “hard core doctor.”

The growth of medical students is different from other disciplines, and their knowledge is a hammer-shaped structure.

When you go to school, a great deal of basic and clinical knowledge is focused on one breadth, and when you work, there are very few diseases that are exposed to, which is the narrowest part of the hammer, but when you get close to them, you find that there are other holes in which disease and disease are inextricably linked, even if there is only one disease, which is followed by vast knowledge.

That’s why old doctors laugh: “At the end of the day, it looks like it’s one of those. I’m sorry.

I give a possible example of non-medical students who find themselves isolated, with a relatively narrow spectrum of diseases in the surrounding angiology as a relatively small branch of surgical science, dealing mainly with diseases associated with IVC lymphocytes, which are on less than 20 pages in the surgical books, and which refer to a drug called “Levashat” that appears no more than three times, with a full hand and a small sum.

Does that mean that vascular surgery doesn’t matter? Not at all.

There’s a book called “Levashaban 100 Questions”, over 900 pages. That’s all you know about a single drug.

So, medicine is a very difficult peak to climb and requires you to step up. And the first step is to get rid of your teaching materials — five years of college graduate school, you’ve seen them too many times, starting with your work, you’re going to throw them away and you’re going to change from a student to a doctor.

Here, you have three things to prepare:

Prepare a manual for duty physicians.

It’s not like the nurse says the patient has a fever, so go to page 17 and see what happens to the heat.

This book, it’s for your own reset.

For example, when a seriously ill patient is restless, the superior instructs you to apply right metomi to calm down, and after the doctor has ordered you to know why it is not necessary to use this drug, instead of propol or other tranquilizers (because right metomy is calm and has little effect on the breathing). It then calculates the initial measure, maintenance dose, load, time of effect, treatment of drug poisoning, etc.

To look into some of these principles and risks, much time and effort will be required to provide literacy for yourself.

The clinical work is huge and once the “start key” is pressed, it cannot be suspended. Not every detail has been explained to you, and when some critical situations are resolved, there is more to be done.

And you, you need to reset yourself.

Think about the rescue process and find a corresponding part of the book to deepen it, which is the most basic part of your medical work. It’s boring and cumbersome, but everything is new to you, and it needs to be recorded and thought, and it’s the experience that will guide you in your next clinical life, and you’re here to lay yourself down.

Order a year-by-year guide and expert consensus on the treatment of diseases.

You’re going to have to build your own superstructure.

The gap between top-level and primary-level hospitals in China is considerable, even though there are many differences between the three-academic hospitals. Not every doctor represents the most advanced medical direction. There must be a way of learning, which many teachers have repeatedly emphasized in teaching.

Understanding industry consensus and updating their thinking.

I’ve seen a mammologist, and the chemotherapy program for every patient is the most classic TAC program, and although it’s not illegal and most patients are effective, a small number of people have very serious side effects and relapses.

And the medical guide tells you that some patients are targeted, others are drugged with platinum, while others do not need chemo and can enter the endocrine treatment.

So you have to understand that many doctors, especially those of senior age, have very limited thinking and that, despite their extensive clinical experience, there may be slow acceptance of new knowledge and late response.

That would be your greatest advantage. Sometimes the treatments given by your superiors may be backward and rejected by the latest consensus, which requires your own screening.

Participation in no less than three annual academic conferences.

The second point refers to reading more books, but “the paper is light” and you have to go out and see the bigger world.

Each year, seniors from all walks of life speak to the new expert consensus and share their clinical cases.

This national and provincial academic feast is your fastest promotion.

There may be some threshold for participation, so you need to pay early attention to official information, to know the threshold, to upgrade your “hardware” equipment, to get a “check-in” or to find someone who can guide you, which will make you less crooked.

I had a student specializing in tumours, met a diabetic patient, got a slight increase in blood sugar, told the patient that you were taking a drug, and the patient said, “Is it dangerous to take a drug that increases the risk of heart disease?” I’m sorry.

To be honest, he didn’t know much about that part, but he just fell over it.

The family was still unsure and secretly hung up with the Endocrinology Unit and was advised to do insulin.

As a result, the patient ceased to trust him, and every medical recommendation made to him was questioned and treatment was difficult to carry out.

He’s upset, and he’s flipping out eight editions of his internal studies and hoping to prove himself right.

I looked at the smile and said, “That was five years ago. Diabetes consensus was renewed six months ago. Compared to professional, you’re an amateur. Don’t try to do it. Next time a patient asks you, you tell him that I’m in charge of the treatment of the tumors, and I’ll call on the relevant experts to develop a treatment programme. I’m sorry.

Practically responding to patients, this model of mutual trust facilitates treatment.

There’s a hot question, and I’ve answered: “Is there a hiatus between different sections? I’m sorry.

My answer is yes, you sent a pediatric doctor to treat late tumours, and he said he might not know more than his family, and you let the osteoporologist see kidney inflammation, and he probably couldn’t say the second drug except for hormones.

This is a corollary of the modern system of medical division of labour, which is small and sophisticated.

To give another example, you’re now going to give stomach cancer surgery to a patient with a slow coronary heart disease that discourages pulmonary diabetes, and your focus is, first and foremost, to tell the patient about several different treatments and the corresponding prognosis of different programmes. Secondly, they should be made aware of the risks of surgery and the necessary reasons for risk taking. These are followed by a targeted interpretation of the causes of the disease, classification, clinical performance, diversion routes and early identification of pre-preventive prevention.

In a professional context, the patient is given the confidence that it will infect the patient and his family and allow them to cooperate with your treatment.

If the patient, at the same time that he trusts you, raises the question of other basic diseases, as I said, you have to be honest with them: “These are not my treatment, and I’ll get you an expert on this. I’m sorry.

Joint multidisciplinary treatment also promotes mutual trust among patients.

Speaking of which, I’d like to start with a story about a patient who, many years ago, had a first-line doctor in the emergency department, who complained about “assache.”

The work of the Emergency Services Department is well known, and in this context it is understood that it is difficult to draw the attention of an emergency doctor to a patient whose ass hurts.

The doctor, however, did not hesitate to ask why his medical history was not clear, and called his superior doctor, who, at the time of his diagnosis, took care of the next patient.

The patient whose ass ache had been rescued in an emergency, died in less than 20 minutes.

The family had a long time, and finally it was private.

This is likely to be the case in the retrodiscussion of the aorta layer (the blood in the aortic cavity enters the membrane of the aorta from the fracture of the anorexic membrane to separate the membrane and expands in the direction of the aortic long axis to form the real and false diaphragm of the aortic wall. 65-70% died of heart pressure, heart disorder during acute periods. It is dangerous to tear down and in a short period of time it causes death.

The doctors were not prosecuted inside the hospital, especially the first-line doctor, who had done what he had to do, namely, “informing his superiors”.

In clinical terms, there is an 18-line core system, the second of which, the third-level medical examination system and the sixth, the rescue system for persons at risk, clearly define the duties of a doctor: to deal with what he can handle and then to report to his superiors with what he can’t handle.

In other words, under the existing medical system, you are not forced to become a “one-sided” doctor, but rather a “intermediary” for the inpatient, so that you can aggregate the clinical information and give it back to your superiors, who give instructions on the patient’s treatment, and you can implement it.

The ability to keep the patient and the superior doctor well informed and to treat them well is a very “excellent” doctor.

Does that mean you need to be single when you’re promoted? No.

The Deputy Director is also required to report to the Director, who is determined to call the entire hospital, who is unable to give a medical opinion, and who is required to consult outside the hospital or to transfer him/her to a hospital, where he/she is required to work together in complex cases.

When playing games, the character’s fighting power is often shown in a “three-dimensional” way, for example, the character’s “force of attack”, the “red” and the “blue”.

In order to help you understand, I also define the doctor’s abilities as “three-dimensional.”

For example, the general practitioner’s ability is a plane, and although the disease spectrum is very broad, it is limited to the treatment of basic diseases, mainly the diagnosis of symptoms, the provision of treatment programmes or recommended referrals.

The disease spectrum of the specialist is very narrow, the urology is the lower part of the abdominal, and the kidneys are the “the two waists,” which means, of course, that, with a little resonance, don’t underestimate them. If all disease coordinates are compared to 10, then a kidney surgeon may reach a width of 0.2 ~ 0.5, but at different depths. In addition to the diagnostic treatment, they receive a similar treatment, which includes epidemiology, pathology, evolution of the disease, treatment, prognosis, etc. So, neither specialist nor general practitioner is just a plane, so how is it to be “three-dimensional”?

Let’s talk about a simple history line.

In 1901, Ott, a gynaecologist in St. Petersburg, Russia, made a small cut on the front wall of a pregnant woman, inserted a voyeuria into the abdominal cavity, used a head mirror to reflect the light into the abdominal cavity to observe the internal cavity of the abdominal cavity, and called this examination a cavity lens examination, which was the bud of the abdominal cavity lens, thus opening the history of the abdominal cavity lens.

In the same year, German surgeon Kelling first used filtered air in Dresden to make abdominals on dogs and insert abdominal lenses for internal examination.

Later on, Fourestie invented cold light sources, Frangenheim used glass fibre as a phototransmitter for a cathedral lens, and Kurt Semm invented an automated aerobic abdominal machines, the advances of which provide a solid foundation for the development of abdominal aerobic surgery.

Palmer and Imemdioff systematically reported on their experience of successful abdominal cortex ligation insemination and were recognized in the world.

In 1972, nearly one third of the gynaecology operations at the Cedars Sinai Medical Centre in Los Angeles, United States used diagnostic or therapeutic abdominal lens techniques. In the same year, the American Association of Gynaecology Cervical Mirrors was established, with over 40000 members in just a few years, completing several million cases of abdominal insemination.

Ninety years later, LC cyclones quickly scratched Asia, and Singapore launched the first Asian LC in February 1990.

The following year, Dr. Zhuwu Zhu, the 2nd People ‘ s Hospital in Yunnan, completed China ‘ s first LC.

Ott, Kelling, Fourestie, Frangenheim, Palmer, a generation-to-generation effort to develop an inspection device for the most important technology in external science, the abdominal lens surgery.

After learning the first three points, you were successfully promoted to a basic specialist.

But, no matter how much you do, no matter how well you stand on the shoulders of your predecessors, all your achievements, no more than those of your predecessors who paved the way for you, the next thing you have to do is to be able to analyse these samples, take stock, propose better treatments, improve the quality of life and life of the patients, and publish them and make your voice heard in the history of medical progress.

This is scientific research.

Together, you can be a 3D “D” doctor.

Do I regret it?

And it is asked of me, “Are you tired?”

I also felt very tired at school, working during the day, studying at night and taking time for scientific research.

But the other night, when I had just read a new article, and put it on the computer, I remembered my college time, and so did me 10 years ago, and I read the “Silent magician” strategy on the uuu9 website.

The game’s on me, like I’m working on me now.

To study at work, learning becomes a happy thing, not the four inherent writings, and then the four ABCD options make you guess which one is wrong, but learning that Hersedin is attached to Her2 to stop the growth of the body’s skin on Her2 and thus to stop the growth of cancer cells.

So, don’t be afraid, it’s not hard to be happy.

In the words of Middle Two, those are precious experiences of blood and fire and our vows.

Perhaps the medical school has a little idealism, and I hope that my experience will be with you.

In 2008, a series of keywords will emerge: the Beijing Olympics, the Wenchuan earthquake, the southern snowfall of the early springs… These big events made the year a bit special in the hearts of the nation.

In 2008, I was packing my bags, preparing to go to Sichuan and start my own life at 18.

It was just me and a high school classmate, without a parent, on a train from Zhejiang to Sichuan, lying on the bed of the K422 train, crossing through the mountains, entering unknown tunnels and finally arriving at Chengdu station in the early morning of 7 September 2008 with a heavy rain.

From winter until 8:00 and summer until 8:00, it turned into a routine.

An older generation once joked about sharing a “cold knowledge”: the group of students before and after the millennium never recognized that they were integrated.

“You’re from Sichuan University! I’m sorry.

No, no, I’m from Washington. I’m sorry.

The reason for this is that, in 2000, after the merger of the former Sichuan University of Medicine with the former Sichuan University and the establishment of the present Sichuan University, the Sichuan University’s Washington Medical Centre, now known as “Washy”, was established on the campus of the Sichuan dam.

The size of Kawasa is extremely large, and there are five colleges in Washington: clinical, oral, public health, basic and forensic, pharmacology. Surprised? The mouth is a separate college in Washington.

The history of Chinese medicine dated back a hundred years. However, I will not dwell on the intellectual content, and if I have a chance to go to Chengdu, I must “go” to the Washington Dam.

The “Wassy Dam” is not a dam, it means flat ground, and the old building here is a brick and a tile of history.

I’ve stepped on the floor of Old Eight to teach “Squeaks”.

I saw an old man walking by the moon pool through a thick branch of a window west of the 10th floor.

I’ve made my head out of a cyborg at the Sixth Church.

And I sat in the library and I saw the twilight of the site’s landmark Wahshi Bell Tower in the Tumen Trench.

I visited Ziru, Kim Mau, Yankyung’s old sites later, but I found the similarity between these universities and Washington’s soul: Most of the campus buildings consist of old medium-sized structures, bricks, red columns, wooden windows, supplemented by ponds of false mountains, beams and various divine animals, all of which tell stories of time.

My favorite was to walk on campus after the heavy rain had stopped, and the beads fell from their roofs and fell on the moss of the new bricks.

If you ask a medical student, “What’s the most specialized? “It’s got to fight.

Oral medicine students are not only enrolled in general medicine courses, but also in basic medical courses such as anatomy, pharmacology, and major clinical courses, and oral medicine students are also expected to study internal medicine, surgery, gynaecology, pediatrics, neurology, psychiatry, ophthalmology, ear and nasal … none of them falls.

But it’s more than that!

“Physiology” and “Anatomy” are waiting for you.

You’re waiting for “organology” and “pathology” and “oral tissue pathology”.

After pediatrics, there’s children’s oral medicine waiting for you.

After learning the basic and clinical medicine courses, which are half-heavy in total and half-heavy in total, there are also half-heavy pedagogues with knowledge to feed you: tooth marrows, chords, mucous membranes, repairs, external mouths, oral materials.

A branch of the mouth, even a disease, can write a book and then classify the disease into dozens or even dozens of diseases, ranging from basic pathology to epidemiology, from diagnosis to treatment and prevention.

In view of the lack of focus on the illness of the patient, the textbooks were not focused, the examinations were less focused, and every word from the beginning to the end flashed the essence of human knowledge and the tears I had prepared for the examination.

What if I told you that a student in oral medicine was going to study advanced mathematics, statistics, inorganic chemistry, organic chemistry, physics, biology… do you think it’s not over?

“I don’t want to learn!” is often heard in dormitories that are co-located with professionals.

But there’s one, sort of, a more special course for the vivos — oral sketches.

Oral sketches, which can be seen as an extension of oral anatomy, are, of course, the cornerstone of oral aesthetic education. For junior oral medicine students, there is no “higher” oral expertise before they know the various structures of the oral cavities and are well documented in the pen, and more so an interesting course.

I was a teacher in my first oral sketching class, the famous Dean of Wang Heng Zhang, who was born in 1919, 90 years old, with a silver hair in front of the classroom, and with a spiritual “good morning!”

In addition to the various medical courses, I am grateful for the free choice rules, and I have studied some very interesting subjects, such as the Chinese cultural series, psychological and psychological counselling, and generalization of criminal law… Speaking of criminal law, the days of walking from the Wahxi school district to the Guangjiang school district (an older school district in Kawasa) are well known. Even though there was no shadow of sharing a bicycle at that time, half an hour’s travel was not a long distance for me as a “troupe.” I was particularly fond of this class, just as you are now listening to Prof. Roshon’s Law Examination at the “Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep” and not for the sake of being a legal person, perhaps out of some inexplicable charade, or simply out of the limits of your profession to see a bigger world.

If it were not for a student in oral science, it might be a question to see here: why do dentists learn this?

I was upset about this when I first started studying, and now I can answer: The subjects of mathematics physics, astronomical geography, history literature, seemingly non-professional, gave me a broad framework of knowledge.

Heiner has a big face. What kind of people we’re going to be, what kind of work, what we’re going to do, what we’re going to do, what we’re going to do, what I’m going to do for a moment, but what I’m going to learn about my life at the university is that it looks like I’m going to be tied up in a profession that I’m going to learn now, but in fact we still have enough choices, even if not all of them, to do what we want, what we don’t want, and each decision is in my hands.

Oral medicine is a theoretical and applied, and clinical medicine is generally not limited to textbooks. More than that, there is a need for real hands-on ability.

Besides sketching, there are some interesting subjects.

For example, carving is the shape of the teeth, from the front teeth to the big teeth, on a piece of wax.

Think the next Michelangelo will be born in Washington!

Stop! Very cruelly, the wax is not in unlimited supply.

It’s hard for a woman to be a rice-free cook, but there’s a lot of “slut” in the folk.

Some students started to carve their teeth with soap! Even the “civilian master” with chalk in his teeth appeared.

Reuben said, “I’m impressed.”

For example, under the leadership of a technical teacher, learn to make full dentures, roast china teeth, and learn about the process of making dentures, although these “technologies” are not likely to be used in future careers, because they involve another profession: oral crafts.

The point of knowledge came up, before the course, I thought that the dentures were made by the dentist himself, and it was only later that a dentist did more to provide a repair programme or to provide a design to a processing centre technician who did more behind the scenes by making a lively flexible, fake tooth.

For the sake of one tooth, behind-the-scenes inputs (whether human or material) are hard to see from this small outsider alone, which is why a denture is worth 34,000 or more (some of them require almost 10,000).

That’s enough. Let’s get some real teeth.

Like a barbershop, every tony teacher must’ve cut a lot of heads before he really started cutting. The same applies to dentists, who must have practiced on mimics for a long time.

The mimic is a “false” with only one head and the most important training for oral medical students before they come into contact with the real clinical.

After the mimic, you evolved to each other, from plating each other with fluorine to being a gutter closed (the gutter I made for my classmates until today I can see something hidden), and from stinging each other to pulling each other’s teeth.

Speaking of pulling out each other’s teeth, you’d have no idea. Are you starting to miss your brain teeth that cost a lot of money at the hospital?

It’s difficult to be equal to be willing to “exchange” each other: “Talk” means we can take out each other’s intelligence teeth with a similar difficulty factor, or else we can trade a simple difficulty tooth for our own.

Now I’m thinking about how hard my teeth are.

It should be said that the teaching of the Wahshi orals is still quite advanced, and in those years (around 2012), we began training undergraduates in oral microscopes.

It’s very impressive that the teacher asked us to “cut a needle line” under the microscope, so that the cut grapes would be stitched together, and even under the microscope, even a slight hand shaking, would be magnified to a very visible extent.

It is unfortunate to say that, until today (2020), the vast majority of our dental hospitals, even those affiliated to well-known institutions of higher learning, still do not have access to microscopes, which are still considered as “high-tech” because of the lack of a microscope for micro-operation alone and the serious lack of assistants that has constrained the project.

I heard a terrible rumor in school! There are several dry-pot rabbits on the way to college from the rabbits we did the experiment!

However, there has been no “real hammer” due to the difficulty of the examination (possibly hit by the boss).

As a result, just at the end of last year, in the circle of friends, a whole store on the university road was demolished.

It seems that this rumor can only become a legend. But I really miss the dry-pot rabbits on the university road outside the lab. That’s the taste.

What does a rabbit have to do with my oral lessons?

Professionally speaking, it’s an “animal functional experiment” — “killing” mice, frogs, rabbits in the eyes of outsiders.

For example, by testing the blood pressure of rabbits to understand the effects of various drugs on blood pressure — and by responding to the narratives in pharmacological textbooks — the understanding is even deeper.

For example, for the low-level neurostimulation of frogs, the neuroreflectives learned in anatomy and physiology classes can be more thorough.

And of course, let’s just say that these little animals are also our “teachers” and that all experimental steps must be conducted in strict compliance with animal ethics.

Every step of medical research needs to be taken with rigour and seriousness, and no link or element of life can be ignored.

“The living and the living, there is a wall.” I’m sorry.

It’s a story that’s been passed on among junior medical students, but it’s a joke in the mouth of some of Washington’s “heavy” “gods,” and the exams are over, and they’re all in their 90s.

But according to my later long and dark observations, there is no such thing as a natural “god” in the world. The library and the study room, which are close to the final exam week, will tell you about the reality of the number of seats — the hard-on, the hard-on.

The library must be lined up by 8 a.m. before the end of the year if it is to be occupied because of the lack of air conditioning in the winter and summer. And a large number of Washington’s buildings are almost 100 years old, and many classrooms don’t even have every seat to blow with their electric fan, with their wooden windows open, and the stingy breeze that floats downstairs at one o’clock, getting a little cold.

I firmly believe that this will be the fundamental engine of our human progress, with hard work and hard work.

In reality, I have seen a lot of people who fear that their efforts will be seen and feel that they will make others think that they have to work because they are stupid and have no talent — This is a problem for many university students, who work so hard that they do not want to be seen, and who prefer to be seen by others who can easily achieve high marks and brightness.

Such concerns may be present, because it will not be long before we completely forget who’s been reading one night and who’s first on the next, but we will remember deeply the girl who’s always sitting in the same position with a bottle of hot water (not really known, but very impressed).

The Chinese Oral Medicine School is sometimes “renowned” in schools because of the piano, chess, books, paintings, singing, dancing, basketball, rap … It has also been called the “Wathy Arts Academy” and the “Wathy Sports Institute” by other colleges.

Our college students are really multi-skilled, they’re a little overrated, but they do get prizes at the school festival and! There are a lot of professional singers among the classmates.

It’s like you’ve heard the song “Youth Book” before.

Yes, the singer himself.

It’s hard to imagine that a singer finally chose the path of a dentist! The story of the fellow student appeared to have settled in Chengdu and opened a dental clinic.

Sports is also the specialty of the Chinese mouth. More than 30 colleges in Kawakawa and less than a college in Washington are small in their own right, but the annual whole-school games can eventually be at the top of the entire school’s ranks.

As a five-tongue, with no artistic cells, I had to go to the stadium, remembering three-stage jump, four-x-100-metre relays, but I didn’t win, but I did, and I can’t run anymore.

I remember seeing an interesting question like, “Why is Sichuan’s cultural output so strong?” I’m sorry.

I remember one of the answers, because Sichuan’s output is very close to life, and both the hot pot and Sichuan language are lower and closer.

Ask me how I started to get used to it. Of course it started with Sichuan.

It’s hard for me to get into a store and all the shopkeepers would say, “Small-wit” when they see you, but we can’t even ask! But the words “wanted” and “wanted” seemed to have been glued and turned into a sound.

Similarly, there are claws, which are a synthesis of the words “do, do, do, do, do” and in writing, a food that I like to eat — pepper claws.

Sichuan is a language of the south-west, understands Mandarin and is largely accessible to communication.

The Sichuan speak very similarly, reaching the provinces of Chongqing, Guizhou and Yunnan, with little difference.

In practice, however, the difference between the accent of a Chengdu and the accent of a Chongqing is different to the locals.

Chengdu’s words are relatively softer and stickier than Chongqing’s words, and even if there is resentment, they will not be agitated.

By way of example, when the captain was a local Chengdu, he gave us the Chengdu-style “so annoying” and taught us “three-three-dollar fried egg rice, no rice, just eggs” and quickly caught us in the essence of Chengdu’s words: flat-tongue, and then flattened an jio into an ei and spit it out.

In addition to Sichuan’s words, it’s essential that you have the canteen.

As a young man who doesn’t eat spicy before leaving his home, he’s not happy, and he doesn’t want to play chili — he really has five years of life that has changed me. My favorite is the Sichuan cuisine: potatoes back to the pot, sauerkraut, mother’s hoof, beans…It must be the soybean petals of the county!

Fake, a man’s hot pot. Or can you say hot pots are fake food for a bunch of people?

When I was in college, I had a family called “Chamber Fake” with my classmates. This could be my first time eating fake food. I don’t know if it’s still here.

In addition to the variety of dishes, I also miss the bakeries at the entrance to the university, which are now available at certain canteens, which are not as attractive as they are, but rather attractive in their production: The eggs are pasteed, and they’re spread over a hot copper plate, and they’ll just have to move their wrists, and they’ll be cooked quickly. – It’s sweet and salty. It’s salty. It’s salty.

Chengdu is on an earthquake belt, and another unique feeling of schooling in Chengdu is an earthquake.

I did not face up to the power of the 5.12 Wenchuan earthquake, the memory of which was initially broadcast in Chengdu for a long period of time, and it was only after Chengdu that I learned of the details in the narratives of the senior students and classmates: for example, students could not sleep indoors at the time, but were encamped in playgrounds, commercial streets in schools, gymnasiums.

I spent five years in Washington, and almost every year I had a chance to feel the “light” earthquake — but this feeling that I described as “light” actually went through a gradual paralysis.

Sichuan students learned that after 2008, earthquakes did become more frequent, but the Sichuan people were astonished by their “silentness” and continued to play “blood fighting” in the shaking lights.

And I, as a spiritual Sichuan (how to name it, Kikukawa?) have moved slowly from feeling in bed and feeling panic over the bed to looking at the pen on the table because of the seismic table.

Until I was about to graduate, in the spring of 2013, a Saturday morning, when my roommates and I were resting on the bed, suddenly someone was shaking the bed?

Still?

What happened?

There’s a lazy, long, magnetic “M-M-P-P-” coming from next door.

Earthquake!

I’ve never felt so much stunned before.

Five seconds later, the vibrating continues.

I jumped out of bed with my pants on, and when I couldn’t take care of it, I stepped down the bed, ran to the door and opened it!

I don’t think so.

It wasn’t much of a shock, but the point was to get out of bed and wear all the clothes and pants.

Walking down the stairs to the first floor (I live on the fifth floor), I found that some of my undressed brothers had gone back, went out to the outside, gathered together with a lot of confused, hairy classmates with confused faces, looking back at our 1979 dormitory building, where everyone probably just woke up from their sleep.

It has been proven that this ” Glorious and Great” male dormitories, without air conditioning and an independent sanitary room, will continue to stand on the Washington Dam in the twenty-first century. Until 2020, we had a Twitter community, specifically known as the “Nan Bainimarama.”

The earthquake that struck in the morning of April 20th, 2013, in Mount Ya’an, reached a magnitude of 7.0, the strongest earthquake I’ve had in Chengdu in five years.

Immediately thereafter, a number of aftershocks continued intermittently, and the school hospital briefly relocated inpatients to the open floor.

The school decided to open the canteen overnight (because it was a new building that had been in place for several years), and I saw a girl with a bed of cotton being “positioned” in the corner of the canteen. We’re the ones who lost our hearts and minds, and we bought a table and a card game in the cafeteria all night.

In the next few days, aftershocks were sporadic, and I signed up as a volunteer for the school, hoping to make a contribution to the relief of the earthquake, as the elders did many years ago. Fortunately, the earthquake did not cause so much damage, and we did not end up “go out.”

This is some of my studies and life in the Washington Dam during the university, and it is shared.

When they were born, the “gifts” that were prepared for everyone were different, and some were rich and unusual, and some received disappointments, and either way, they had to carry on with them.

Death is much more “fair” than birth.

We can always see in the works of literature that the ancient emperors sent a series of edicts to travel the mountains to ask questions. Even now, there are young people who have started to study “culture”, as if everyone wanted to stay in the world longer.

The “no-old medicine” has never been an old-fashioned fantasy, and what is more practical for medical staff is to race to death in every rescue, and while one’s life will sooner or later reach its end, all we can do is try to delay it.

On my way to practice medicine, there have been three deep explorations of the theme of “death.”

Kids, the world’s furthest from death.

The hourglasses of their lives have just turned around and everything is new and dynamic.

If you ask who’s the most viable person in the hospital? Must have just been the kid.

Yeah, not out, just in.

If you go to pediatrics, there is a very contradictory feeling that children who have just been admitted to the hospital often cry out of pain, but some just recover a little and start jumping. They are the most afraid of pain and suffering and the most promising.

Children who are not seriously ill are even more violent than those who have just been discharged from hospital, are caught in the middle by a sense of psychological freshness and a sense of physical pain, so that their emotions change very quickly and cannot be predicted. They’re also one of the most frightened people I’ve ever had when I first turned around at the hospital.

Shortly after I started medical practice, I met an eight-year-old friend who was hospitalized because of a fracture in his femur, a high degree of child migration and respiratory infections, and needed to be informed by a guardian.

I’ve heard friends play “seven or eight-year-olds don’t like dogs” and I’m a little scared to meet a lively little prick or a bunch of crowded “guards” around my parents’ grandparents.

It has to be acknowledged that dealing with the families of irrational children can be more exhausting than dealing with the disease itself.

When I approached bed 6, there was only one dumb little boy staring at the ceiling. Ten seconds later, an old man with a cup of warmth came in with tremors.

The experienced nurse whispered to me: “The parents of the child have not been seen so far, but the old man alone. I’m sorry.

“Damn! It’s not another child left behind. This would be more problematic, with limited literacy, communication barriers, no way to understand the contents of the circular, and subsequent formalities requiring assistance.

We had to get Grandma to call the parents and listen to them for a couple of rounds. The parents are out of the country and can’t get back so soon.

Grandma feels like she’s in trouble with us, and she keeps apologizing to us in the middle of communication.

The child is very well-informed and more cooperative than a normal little friend, but the pain is not “drive away” from him, and one night when the child has a fever and is confused, he says, “Daddy” and “Mom”.

The nurse saw the pain and urged the elderly to call his parents, who were so wounded at a young age that it was hard for them not to be around.

In two days’ time, the parents finally showed up.

During the inspection, the father of the child was seen standing by his bed holding his hand, the mother of the child touching his head, and the elderly were sitting in the middle with him taking his medication. When the nurse came out, she felt: “Look at his parents, they’re fine, and they’re looking at the children. I’m sorry.

I nod my head, and it does look like that, and maybe something really delayed the last two days.

It was not until I saw the father in the corridor rest area with a woman who was not the mother of the child, that I was surprised that it might not be as simple as we saw, but that it was a private matter for the patient ‘ s family, who had no right as a doctor.

The parents did not rush out of the ward to learn about the situation, but instead began to blame each other outside the ward.

The child ‘ s father blames the mother of the child for having given maintenance on a monthly basis and for having devoted herself to her own life, leaving the child to the elderly.

The mother of the child groaned, scolded the father of the child, came to visit her child and brought another woman.

The two face each other in a red-eyed, uncompromising and more loud, and it is estimated that they would have heard them in the ward had they not been stopped by the nurses.

It took the two of them a while before the mother began to learn about the children, and we said that the fever was not so bad that it was almost gone.

I put up with it or didn’t say it: “The child’s heart may suffer worse than the physical injury. I’m sorry.

In combination with what they had been arguing about, I suddenly realized that perhaps what Grandma said before was a “good lie.”

After the child was put to sleep, the father of the child was anxious to leave. The mother of the child had just left, received a telephone call, left some fruit and money and told the elderly to call again.

“It’s hard to come back so quickly, what if Binbin wakes up and cries? My old bones are useless. I’m sorry.

“Mom, I’ve asked. The doctors say he’s almost recovered. I’m not going out in love right now, I’m not going out to make money, where’s the rest of my life? You think his dad’s gonna change his maintenance? I’m sorry.

Old people look down with their eyes down.

The woman took her hand, took her bag and looked back at her.

After the child’s total fever went down, he woke up and asked his parents where they were going: “Didn’t they say they were here with me tonight?” I’m sorry.

It’s obvious that Grandma’s dealing with it all the time, touching the head of the child: “When Binbin is finished, we’ll see Mom and Dad.” Say, look at me.

And as soon as I had a flash in my head, I would immediately nod my head, and I would say, “Yes, Binbin is going to get better, and soon he will see.” I’m sorry.

In the next few days, when I looked at the room, I always thought I’d pay more attention to Binbin, and sometimes when I wasn’t in a hurry, I talked to him.

One time after work, I changed my clothes to stay with him for a while and talked about what I wanted to be when I grew up.

He was proud to say, “Scientists! When you grow up, you have to go abroad and do research like Dad! I’m sorry.

I looked down at my grandmother, who was sitting next to me, and turned away from my eyes and touched the head of the child: “That first had to be healthy to become a scientist.” I’m sorry.

Grandma secretly told me when she took me out of the room, because she was worried that divorce would affect the children, so the children still thought that their parents were away because they worked abroad.

I understand how difficult it is for the old people, who spend their lives in the years of flowers and are busy every day. Every time they change medicine, the old people bend their backs to thank the nurses.

When Binbin was awake, he often told Grandma to come up and sleep, and the elderly always said that they were not tired, but often fell asleep sitting on a chair.

I’m out of the hospital, and the sunset is west, and it’s over again.

There are those who close their eyes in the hands of their loved ones, those who pack their bags with their friends and prepare to be discharged from the hospital, and those who keep their eyes on the other person who is always at the forefront of the world.

The golden sun shines on the silver hair of the old, as if the old man was lighting the future of the child with the rest of his life, and it was dark, and the bright light was clearly in his eyes.

Every day a child is rejuvenated, while the elderly grow old in one minute, and life turns back into unbearable and debilitating.

I suddenly remembered the day before, when the old man was absent, and Binbin whispered to me his secret:

“Big brother, do you know why my parents aren’t here? I’m sorry.

“They probably all went to the moon. I’m sorry.

“Imbecile, what a moon. They’re divorced. Ha ha ha, you’re stupid. I’m sorry.

“Aah! I’m sorry.

“But it’s a secret. I’ll tell you alone. Don’t tell my grandmother. Grandma thought they were still together. I’m afraid Grandma’s gonna be sad if she finds out.

“Are you sad?”

“I’m okay, I’m used to it, even if they’re not here, I have Grandma. I’ll take care of Grandma too. When I grow up, I’m going to study a drug that will keep Grandma alive and live forever. I’m sorry.

People will grow up, and those who used to be hopeful will have times of despair, as well as times when medical personnel who rescue people every day are not treated.

Sometimes we mistake death as a relief.

Of the many people I’ve met, nothing is more special than a colleague. She’s kind of special because she’s from our hospital.

Good thing her brother found out in time to get her to the hospital.

We all thought it was stupid to cut her wrists because her boyfriend cheated on her.

There’s always gossip in the operating room. After listening carefully, the other nurses said we were too cold-eyed.

The little sister of the nurse who cut her wrists worked almost as a model of work in the section, with dedication and great care.

Love, used to be a driving force for her work, because her family felt that her boyfriend was in bad financial condition, but she insisted that she had been working very hard to ease some of the burden on her boyfriend, and because of her busy work, she had not found her boyfriend cheating until the night shift came back and ran into her boyfriend and another girl on the road.

She collapsed immediately, and if her brother had not visited her that day, a young life might have just disappeared.

Many would feel that medical staff are more exposed to life and death than ordinary people, but the fact that death is not too directly related to their profession.

I’ve read the news that an anaesthesiologist who is overworked and has no hope of living, has committed drug suicide. There is also an Italian nurse who is infected with the epidemic and who chooses to end her life with suicide.

It may be difficult for some to imagine that a normal clinically dead health-care worker, who takes off his white clothes, is an ordinary person, a member of a family, a father, a mother, or a child, who can play with his or her heart and be sick.

It is not common to embrace the sorrow of one ‘ s own life, nor it is common to see the life and death of one ‘ s body and to understand life and death.

Death has nothing to do with wealth, nothing to do with profession, nothing to do with illness, nothing but faith, broken faith, and people fall.

“To survive” and “to die” are two extremes, and the feelings on both sides are so deep that the link between the individual and the world, and between them, there are people who are “waiting to die.”

My mentors have summed up a phenomenon in the hospital: “The elderly are usually brought in by their families, who, if they don’t want to get involved, are prepared to take them away. I’m sorry.

No life, no death, but death.

An elderly old man with a small brain atrophy was admitted, unconsciously, with multiple organs failing, and the medical records show that this was not the first time he had been admitted to hospital, this time because of a broken hip.

At this age and state, complications are too easy to occur and no surgery is recommended.

Patients like this are at great risk. There are many reasons to consider. I’ve been to the hospital so many times. It’s possible to “leave” at any time. Is the family ready?

As we were prepared not to recommend admission to hospital, the family approached the floors and eventually admitted them to hospital.

The director told his brother to tell his family that he had just experienced a medical-patient dispute and was in a state of discomfort. I’m sorry.

And the director was restless: “Go, they will not make a scene. They are prepared to wait for the elderly to leave.” I’m sorry.

The nurse who was next to me intervened: “Why did you bring them in? Isn’t it better to wait at home?”

The chief shook his head: “You are young, and you will know soon.” I’m sorry.

One day, two days, three days.

Regular treatment is carried out as far as possible, and even when a nurse is hired, the family is accompanied day and night.

The old man had a granddaughter who could always see her holding her hand and speaking in her ear.

However, only granddaughters have been present and have not seen the sons of the elderly, whom other families have discussed.

The old man’s state of health is bad and the breathing is so bad that he can barely speak. Family and old-age communication is largely confirmed by the old man’s blinking eyes, and granddaughters always understand what she means.

I thought it was a family of mothers and children, but on the fourth day, there was a middle-aged man.

He was wearing a windsuit, dragging his suitcase, making an anxious phone call while he pulled the medical staff next to him to ask for directions.

He just showed up at the door of the ward, and the granddaughter who was sitting next to the old man got up and pulled him. We’ve been waiting for you and Grandma’s been waiting for you.”

The man came to the bed and kept his eyes open and apologized.

Old people who had been silent for a long time suddenly moaned like they were calling and saying goodbye.

And I suddenly realized that perhaps on the last day the granddaughter had been listening to the old man, saying, “Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, Dad will come back.” I’m sorry.

The old man’s insistence was answered at this moment, and although she was unable to move on to her bed or even to speak, she must have struggled until the moment her family returned from a thousand miles away.

Run with Death, never by a doctor alone.

For three days, the heart had been weak but had never stopped, without the old man’s own insistence and constant daily encouragement from his family.

We all know that death is outside the door, but each of us is doing our best.

For us, sometimes one more minute, one more life; for patients, sometimes one more time, one wish; death is sometimes a relief for tired people, but always a test for living people.

Even if there was a chance to save, there would be a lot of people who would think: maybe hang on a little longer, maybe a year longer; if they found out sooner, they might recover; and wait, wait, maybe everyone’s back.

The stories of life and death, from children to the elderly, from hope to despair, are shown daily in hospitals.

To live, to die, to die.

No one can bypass these three stages of life, and perhaps all that is necessary is thought and destined for the truth.

The event of death is so great and so extraordinary that it brings with it all the time of the past, like a cloudy day, a wet dream, a thunderstorm after noon, and occasionally, the world will be swept over.

Perhaps one day, we can smile openly when we face it, just because we finally think of one person in life who hopes that we can live happily.

When I first went to medical school, I was reminded by my seniors that I should never go to the labs at night, especially when I was alone.

The more I say it, the more curious I am! I wonder what’s going to happen in this mysterious building at night.

One night, I couldn’t keep my curiosity to myself and began to encourage my brothers to join us in the dormitory.

“Anyone want to go with me to the building? I’m sorry.

Say it! I’ve always wanted to look at it. It’s just a little awkward. “The next door store’s brothers are busy talking.

“What are you talking about?” I’m going too!”

So, the three-man expedition team was set up!

The three of us decided that it would be a better day than a day, and that night we went to the lab to find out.

And the amazing thing is, though it’s weird to say “speech” labs, they’re open for 24 hours. I learned later that this was also a building for forensics, perhaps to facilitate their studies, but that was later.

And the three of us, pushing and pushing, gently, on the corridors full of moonlight, walk carefully to the door of the Extinction Laboratory, and look at me, no one dares to open the door.

I think this mission is going to fall on me. I took a breath, pushed the lab a little bit, walked a few steps forward, saw a man’s head through the moonlight, and happened to blow a cold wind, like the scene in the horror novel, scared me to step back a few steps behind my roommate.

The roommate saw me panic while consoling me with the light in the classroom.

And it’s a dead body that’s been shown in our curtains, which we used to call the “general teacher.”

He was lying in the middle of the classroom, and we decided to go closer and closer.

His face was a little twitchy, his body was very whole, there was no skin except for his face, his nerve veins were visible, and his muscles on one leg had neat cuts. Looking around, there were metal boxes all over the place, and we were at the end of the night at the laboratory, and we couldn’t open them at all. In addition to this, various transparent bottles and jars are scattered on the shelf and table in which human organs are immersed.

And then it came to mind that, in the moment when the lights were on, our fears were gradually fading, and the curiosity that had come to light since school was finally answered.

We had thought of a variety of environments in which teachers in general would be placed, but we didn’t expect to be so direct, so simple.

Back in the dormitory, as an “advocacy team”, we painted this “adventure” to others, but it was a little more jealous, and they were less likely to approach the anatomy lab after hearing it.

And then we’ll start a “special” course — system anatomy and local anatomy. The teacher who has the task of teaching this course is the general teacher who makes all medical students fear.

The origins of anatomy can even be traced back to the Renaissance era, precisely because human curiosity about the human body has enabled anatomy to evolve and, in general, teachers play an important role in the development of anatomy.

The main source of the general teacher at the scene was the donation of the body, which I would also have been used for medical teaching when I went to school.

Prior to the start of the course, the present Medical Students ‘ Association held a ceremony of silence, bowing, giving flowers, followed by a lecture on the donation of human remains, with a focus on each medical student ‘ s respect for the donor, and on the general teacher.

Some of the general teachers were suffering from the pain and suffering of their lives and signed a donation of their bodies with fear and respect for their lives, hoping to donate their bodies to a medical autopsy, which was a moving life choice.

Those who have signed a donation of human remains will be removed from the medical school by a car that will be used to transport the body, which will be handled in a special way, such as in the ultra-low-temperature refrigerator room, and will be stored at 30°C within eight hours of its death.

At the same time, there is a need for dedicated personnel to clean up the excretion on the remains and to refill the preservative fluids with an artery, the most common of which is the Formerin, which is then immersed in the scavenger pool.

This robust preservation method also avoids unnecessary infections in subsequent operations.

Every general teacher needs to be handled by someone, and the whole process takes about two days. In order not to interfere with normal teaching, the body is not normally donated for family visits.

When there’s a need for teaching, it’s up to 4o C, the general teacher we see when we study.

Except for the type of “self-frighting” that we’re three, most medical students don’t feel fear when they first see a teacher in general, but it’s a shock and admiration.

Some human lives were briefly marked with a break, but his body and spirit were able to remain for a long time.

Let me share with you my first “systemic anatomy” course.

By the time I reached the anatomy, there were already many girls in the classroom, and several girls were wearing masks. It’s true that the girls who study medicine have a lot of guts.

The table was empty and there was no general teacher we saw that night.

The teacher came, briefly describing the operational requirements, and said, “Then I’ll invite the general teacher to give you this lesson. I’m sorry.

As we looked to our left and right, the teacher opened a big metal box, a snivelling snout, and came, “This metal box was full of Formarin! It also floats with light yellow.

For the first time I saw this scene, I had to step back on my own.

The teacher slowly swayed the wheel, and the teacher in general emerged from the FF liquid.

I was one of the six boys who looked strong and strong. We’ll put on gloves and “please” the teacher at the table.

Two men moved their legs, two men moved their waists and two men moved their hands, with the possibility of rubbing their fat on them.

The teacher in general was very important, and he was careful to “please” to the table. It was supposed to be everywhere, but it wasn’t that wet.

He was the one who met at the end of the night “visit.”

We surround the general teacher, who points to the general teacher for the systematic distribution of the body’s muscles.

All muscles were cut in half of the body of the general teacher, so that they could be separated from the human body, so that teaching could be observed, and so that their integrity could be restored.

After the teacher’s theoretical knowledge, we can do it ourselves, look at muscles and nerves.

I put on gloves again, and I had zero-range contact with the general teacher.

In the system anatomy, the general teacher carries out the teaching of muscles, neurovascular deformation and, through the teaching of the general teacher, the distribution of each muscle in the body, the direction of each neurovascular, which is the first lesson in which every medical student begins a medical autopsy.

Based on teaching needs, the system anatomy requires a semester of instruction, with two to three classes per week, which means that each class is attended by a general teacher.

By the time of the second class, the general teacher was ready to wait for us to come to the class without repeating the general teacher process of the first class, we were getting used to the smell of Formerin.

Of course, each class may meet a different general teacher, depending on which general teacher is “time-free” to give you lessons.

In addition to the daily neurological and vascular teaching, some of the general teachers contribute part of their bodies to facilitate in-depth research.

Each medical college has a separate space for displaying the various organs that are immersed in the Formerin, and without psychological preparation, the cold may be surprised to see so many organs.

The students will go around looking for their more curious organs. For example, as an aspiring urologist, I go first to find the kidney.

Generally, there is only one complete kidney in a single container with a clearly visible vein, but no internal tectonic cut-off. I looked around, and I was disappointed that only kidneys were found throughout the urology system, organs such as bladders and prostates were not shown alone, and certainly not any organs of the reproductive system.

In fact, the most common organs are the heart, liver, lungs, brain, etc., the focus of which is on the brain being cut open to see the various areas of it, such as plume, shell core, etc.

Every medical student thanks these general teachers, who have made the contents of the textbooks more solid and have given us an intuitive insight into the complexity and fineness of the human body.

Every time we get to the final exam, the study room becomes particularly “close.”

To find an excellent place to study in the study room, it’s really going to be 18 martial arts.

After a number of failed attempts, I finally had to face the fact that the exam week really had no way of finding my place in the study room, and I had to wander around the campus looking for a new place to study.

Hey! I suddenly thought of an autopsy lab.

After all, it’s a forensics class. It’s a place to learn.

When you’re done, you pack up your little bag and go to the autopsy room.

I have to compliment you on the three unexpected advantages of studying in anatomy lab.

One, no one grabs a seat.

In an environment such as a library, not only is it wise and brave, but it is also time for others to walk around and make noises. But the anatomy lab is different, with few people, quiet and, at times, only room for study.

Secondly, it is easy to review.

Examinations for medical students are difficult, as courses such as systematic anatomy are sometimes difficult to understand by relying solely on abstract knowledge in textbooks. If you meet the general teacher at the autopsy lab, you can ask the general teacher in a timely manner and the questions can be answered in a timely and effective manner, after all.

The examinations for systematic anatomy are divided into theory and practice. Theoretically, it’s a crazy endorsement, and it’s up to the general teacher to examine the practice. The general teacher and various organs were marked in advance at the examination, and each individual had to write the corresponding organs, blood vessels and nerves. During the final preparation of the examination, I passed the system anatomy test with high marks, thanks to the company of the general teacher.

Third, there’s an escort.

Learning with the general teacher, the general teacher doesn’t make any noise, doesn’t disturb your studies, so he doesn’t feel alone. That’s right, we medical students are “hard cores.”

In addition to general teachers, animals play an important teaching role in the study of medical students.

For example, rabbits, rats, tortillas, dogs, etc., are experimented with these living organisms in order to gain a better understanding of the biological function and thus to print the normal physical and pathological activity of the witness body.

From the start of the first year of school, weekly classes are conducted at the Functional Laboratory. On the basis of systematic anatomy and animal anatomy, local anatomy is being studied.

In contrast to systematic anatomy, local anatomy has to be operated on its own.

They say, “It’s better to see it than to practice it.” “On the basis of systematic anatomy and animal biopsy, it is time to conduct a field “drills” with teachers in general.

Although there had been many observation sessions before, it was not possible to hide some excitement and tension in the heart when it was time to do something on its own.

In advance of classes, a group of four people is routinely conducted, each playing the role of the master knife, assistant, reading materials and mentors, to work with each other to complete the autopsy.

The long-awaited anatomy has finally arrived.

First, cut the skin. In order to be in-house, the cut must reach the actual cortex. Although the general teacher had been treated and would not have spilled blood when the knife had been laid, he could not have done it at will, otherwise the subcutaneous structure of the skin could have been damaged in thinner parts.

When the skin is cut, the petals are to be removed, and at the intersection of the two incisions, the corner of the skin is to be caught with a plier, and the skin is to be slowly separated with a knife, which turns it up.

This is an impressive step.

Although the general teacher does not have a blood spray, the fat is still there, and the thickness of the subcutaneous fat layer varies from one part to another, requiring the protection of the integrity of the shallow structure while the fat is scraped completely at a little.

I’m impressed by the fact that the oil is scraping, and these fats look like the fat on the chicken, and they’re stacked on one layer.

Next is an autopsy of the subsurface structure, separating the nerve and the blood vessels.

For the first time, I was afraid to do it, and my hands were shaking, but the mission required me to separate the surrounding tissue in a neurological, vascular and vascular direction, a process that must be carried out with strict care of the knife’s modus operandi, with a slight imprudent possibility of cutting off the nerve and the veins.

It is a sophisticated process, keeping in mind the vascular and neurological compartments, which are slowly cut apart as they follow the path.

Finally, deep dissectation, after removing the shallow membrane, begins by observing the distribution of the deep membrane, and then removes it, so that the structure of muscle, nerve, vascular and lymphoma can be dissected and their location, morphology and distribution can be observed. Where it is necessary to remove an organ or an organizational structure, it is important to determine whether it is the part to be removed and to avoid error.

At the beginning of the autopsy, problems arose with the knife method, which may not be so clear and precise in its construction. Thanks to some of the “small mistakes” that took place during that period, I was able to avoid the same problems in my subsequent clinical career, and thanks to my general teachers who have been so generous in their hearts.

The general teacher is a valuable resource for the medical school and plays an important role in courses such as anatomy teaching, and all doctors are able to develop on the basis of the general teacher ‘ s guidelines. The general teacher not only enriches the methods and methods of medical teaching, provides the means and methods for medical students to acquire clinical skills, ensures the quality of teaching in systematic and local anatomy, but also enriches human specimens, exercises and improves the hands-on skills of students and provides a good basis for subsequent clinical work.

We often forget that behind a general teacher is the support and understanding of the family, as well as the professionals who work in conservation and processing, who are grateful for each and every one of them.

What reason do I have to stand still while the general teacher teaches me, not just the knowledge of textbooks, but also the spirit of silence that allows me to continue on my clinical path?

Being a true medical practitioner requires a long period of study, and after the tests of many studies and examinations, it is not possible to qualify for a white coat to relieve the pain and heal the physical pain of the patient.

For every medical student who has worked hard to get to the medical temple, there is a point that must be faced when he enters university: human anatomy.

Some people are scared, others are “excited” and I’ve seen one of my classmates who says that he can do a living experiment, but it sounds like he’s a little sick, but don’t be afraid.

Clinical medicine should be one of the most active subjects in living animals, and clinical students begin to learn the basis of their studies, namely, the human anatomy mentioned above, thanks to a special teacher, our general teacher.

“Do you know how to dissect a body?” It’s like in the opera, with a scalpel on your chest. I’m sorry.

Yes, but we don’t call it “cubs,” because they’re all “silent mentors” in medical life.

Most of these general teachers come from donations, they come from different trades, they have different types of work, they have different lives, and they choose this way of keeping their bodies together.

Quiet, but Yong-young.

They lie there in silence, but you can learn a lot from him, perhaps the magical construction of the human body, perhaps the effect of disease on an organ, and the competent role of a silent teacher.

I remember when I was in my first human anatomy class, when the teacher didn’t get us started right away, but told us the story of the general teacher.

The first general teacher I met was a 40-year-old woman who was a nurse at the second hospital attached to our school, and unfortunately later found membrane cancer, and when she realized it was late for cancer. After a number of basic treatments, the results were not ideal and she decided to donate her body when she learned that she was running out of time.

When her life ended, her body was put in a freezer and became a silent mentor.

She was also a medical practitioner, who also worked on clinical posts to contribute her light and heat, but eventually did not escape the grip of the disease, and she hoped that, at the end of the day, she would be of little help in the fight against the disease.

When the teacher talks about it, the tone is calm and relaxing, and one’s life is condensed into a short narrative.

After midday in early September and autumn, the weather is still hot and the anatomical buildings are always cool, and the taste of the dim FF is often floating in the air. This is probably the clearest and most blurred place in the world, and although the people on the operating table may have been dead for many years, their help to the living continues in time.

All stood silently around her, and we listened silently to the joys and sorrows of the general teacher. After that, the teacher bowed with us to her and to all the general teachers.

We followed the teacher’s lectures, and we saw the illustrations in the books, and they turned into specific organs, and our silent mentors showed us the same as their bodies.

We learn organs, we learn muscles, we learn bones, we learn the symptoms of all kinds of diseases. We can see the tumour invasion, the destruction and immersion of the muscle layer, and the emergence of a nuanced nerve that forms a dense web, which from now on is more in our minds than just the cold theoretical concept of books.

Although they can neither speak nor hear our thanks, they still deserve our bow. For the sake of dedication, the voice of an ordinary and ordinary man.

That’s not the first of all my classes, but the most important one at that stage.

The first time we’ve been in college, we’ve been thinking about responsibility and dedication. These two concepts do not yet have a particularly familiar perception, and this bowing makes me suddenly realize that I have a responsibility on my shoulder that has not been noticed before.

I later met with a variety of general teachers, some of whom were highly respected elderly, who had made outstanding contributions to their posts in life, and who, with the passing and ending of their lives, had not limited themselves to choosing to donate their bodies, even if the “living” was over, but still did so in another way.

Some of the general teachers leave when their body functions are naturally aging and they choose to donate part of their organs so that their lives may continue in others.

Some of the general teachers died because of diseases such as malignant neoplasms, whose organs were not available for use by other patients, and chose to donate their bodies to become a general teacher.

In the latter, there will also be a special group of small teachers, who usually die suddenly as a result of an accident or illness, and who sign donor books, often their parents. I saw a young teacher, about five or six years old, who left because of a brain tumor, which left her parents unable to keep her.

Although she can no longer grow up and laugh around her parents, she will always be a shining image in our hearts, around her, with sorrow and gratitude, and with the silent hope that her parents will be safe and happy.

Medical students in evidence-based medicine and science tend to be more calm and rational than others and often do not “superstitious”, but at this point we would rather believe, for a short time, that hope is pinned on an unproven cycle that, if there is a soul in this world, these lovely people deserve to be born in the best places.

In addition to the bodies used by medical students, there are other teachers, such as our common bones, who come from a man who was once alive.

In human bones, every group of medical students gets a box in the alley that we use when we study.

What kind of touch is human bones?

After the baptism of time, there will be a warm touch of the hand, which, after we use it, will be well stored and will continue to be used by new medical students the following year.

Some of the bones are even older than the ones we’re learning with, and they are silently watching one of the medical students actually put on a white cortex, go to clinical practice and usher in another.

The bones and the bodies make me feel different, and when I look at the teachers in general, I look at them as they were before they were born, and they’re fat and thin.

And the bones, more like a framework, a possibility, when we take them in our hands, imagine what kind of a body they have been supporting.

If it had not been for the bone, which was clearly sexual, it would not have been possible to determine whether the owner was male or female.

Some of them are thick, they look very strong, and I imagine if the owner was a sportsman.

Some of them are thin, they look delicate, and I use them with care, and imagine a softer and gentler girl in my head.

Who are they, and what life they have had, and when they touch their bones, they are like Montagnards that produce many pieces of ablaze images, waiting for a fusion and a search.

I hold them and communicate with them in my mind.

It’s a femur, it’s a skeletal, it’s a skeletal, it’s a fibula, it’s a blurry person that’s coming up in my head, and these images and skills that I gained from their help will eventually allow me to help more living people clinically.

I once used a very big bone, and when the teacher came to guide me, I told me a story.

A few years ago, she was also a teacher from the hospital attached to our school, and her lover was an athlete, not only tall, but also a husband and wife, and a happy family.

But the days of happiness are always too short, when the teacher’s lovers were hit by a car accident with a broken skull, leaving the teacher and a 10-year-old.

The teacher and the lover had agreed to donate their bodies to the medical school for research after their death, and the teacher ‘ s children had learned clinical studies and became a doctor.

When I heard it, I took this bone and asked the teacher, “Is this the skeletal skeletal specimen I used? Is it the teacher’s lover?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t think the teacher would shake his head: “I can’t make sure that he’s in it, but we can’t distinguish him.” I’m sorry.

I held on to the idea that I wanted to ask, and I wanted to know, when a teacher’s child was studying medicine and saw these general teachers and bones, would he want to look for his father?

I finally didn’t ask because I knew that even if I did, my teacher would not be able to answer me.

When there are students who have hidden fears before class, who have been afflicted by disease, erosion of death, cold-skinned rigidities and the passing of years, even with special treatments such as preservation of corruption?

But when teachers tell their stories, they learn about the lives of teachers in general, and the unknown fears are all gone, and they’re just as ordinary as we are, and possibly even, people we’ve known.

It may be our elders, it may be our elders, it may be the professors who have taught at the podium, it may be the teachers who have brought practice to our hospitals, or it may even be the children who spent their lives with us in a popular park after some wind and a beautiful midday.

Death does not prevent them from seeing us, and the path they choose has served with their bodies as the cornerstone of medical progress. The body, the organs, the bones and the corneas that can be used again have been used again, but they are still here, with us as medical students, to witness the transfer and progress of human medical knowledge.

After class, we packed and said goodbye again to our silent mentor.

And the wind of the evening blew out the curtains, and the sun’s afters were spilled over her, and she lay there in peace, like a merciful elders, helping you to put knowledge into your head, and then to take it with you generously.

Remember that day, when we came back to the dormitory after school, when we were young and young and unsorted, but had in our hearts an unsuspecting sense of grief and indignity, while another firm sense seemed to begin to grow in everyone’s heart.

When the time has passed, and more than a decade has passed, looking back at the new medical school, it may have changed in the afternoon, if the significance of the past for medical studies has remained superficially on the idea of “care and rescue.”

If you’re going through this, maybe you’re going to feel the same way. It was a thought about life and death, and a face to death.

Fear of death is in everyone ‘ s heart, and most people cannot avoid and escape the shadow of terror. Doctor, it’s the one closest to this fear.

When I returned to my bedroom, a roommate suddenly asked, “If we were at the end of our lives, would you be willing to donate your bodies?” I’m sorry.

I remember very well that the answer for each of us was “Yes.” I’m sorry.

I think that’s what that lesson left me: death, and immortality.

“Why is it easier for patients to fall in love with doctors? I’m sorry.

The answer to the question is, “Because a doctor treats people, you feel the sense of safety of the Savior, and even the appearance of a BGM with his own halo, such as a white balconies mask, makes him look good because he doesn’t look good.” I’m sorry.

It may be because of the movie of the medical iconics and medical subjects that prevailed in previous years, a very handsome young man, a hanger, a tablet in his hand, a white plaster in his hand, a tan on his shoes, a walk and a wind, and a clean hair in his coming and coming first aid. How can you not let the girls in front of the screen have their heart beating? “It would be nice to have a doctor as a boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

Imagine a young and good doctor, with a good and clean image, with a clean and clean face, and a gentle voice, with an academic and a warm man, asking you if you want to get excited?

These girls can’t be blamed, even if we know the male doctor’s “sweetness”, except for some of the reflections on his head, the dust on his shoes, the white wrinkles, the sleeping eye, the black eyelids, the “sliding” to his cheeks, the bearded bitter haha doctors, and a small number of high-quality male doctors, who shine on the light of idols.

Thus, not only is it easy for patients to fall in love with doctors, but women doctors sometimes wish to find themselves a male doctor with the same wishes to form a family.

So how do you get a doctor to be a boyfriend?

I’m going to share the story of one of my brave roommates, “love at first sight” when I was a medical student.

We used to meet the seniors in the annex hospital, and most of the time we hit our elbows with our friends, looked at them like crazy, and walked around with our mouths.

One time, my roommate had a toothache, and this time it’s true that I had to “shut my mouth” and sign up for the dental department at the annex hospital.

In order to restore the scene of the spring when her heart was moving, let me quote her words:

“I sat in the halls where people were coming to mess with my cheeks, and I sat on my cheeks, with my teeth coming out of my mouth, and at a time when a big figure came from far away, and white hair was on his body, as if it had been made, walking with the horns, with a bright and deep eye on it, and it was so attractive! I’m sorry.

“What’s more, he’s in the clinic and he’s got a mask. The sun outside the window is completely off his back! We’re surrounded by highly respected professors, but we can’t move our eyes! I’m sorry.

When they fall in love, everyone is Holmes.

Since the roommate came back from his teeth, the whole body has been full of energy and has begun to gather information about the senior, preparing to “see the enemy” and “take it down.”

Of course it’s– the badge.

As a medical student, he was able to examine him with his mouth open, while he was very skilled in obtaining information from his chestplate: name, number, medical practitioner XX, and recorded in silence.

Once these basic messages are in place, it’s time to start a circle of friends!

In general, there will be yellow pages in the hospital and staff contact details will be recorded on it, and some sections will even print the contact details of the staff member into a piece of paper, which will be placed on the table (a glass on a very traditional table and some pieces of important information under it) and even on the wall.

If you’re a medical student and this guy who wants to do it happens to be your senior, then you’ll be able to ask a well-known, professional or peer-of-the-student about the contact with this “target” person, and even ask them about the hospital’s yellow page.

Of course, if you’re not a medical student but are brave enough, you can ask the doctor directly for a micro-letter or a phone call, for reasons related to illness, such as following up if you don’t understand.

But this kind of ” straightball” may not be easy for doctors, because there are really too many patients who want “Gasselle” to consult on a variety of issues every day, and doctors’ personal numbers and tweets are not always easy to tell them.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

There are young doctors who do their own micro-informing public-health work in their leisure time, and for this type of doctor, they can focus on their public-informations first, look at their messages from the side, such as consultation platforms, helper micro-messages, etc., and turn around and learn more quickly.

But in this case, if you’ve wanted a doctor to be a boyfriend or a husband from an early age, you might as well choose to take a medical school.

The roommate, after having obtained his telephone number and micro-messages, has drawn up a weekly visit schedule for the senior, which is “read and recited” and is clearly remembered every day during the clinic.

This is the time to create an “accident.”

Whoever we want to be good, the first thing we have to do is to get rid of each other’s “Lander” status.

It’s too much to know, too much to be too deliberate, and it can be misleading to be a “stalker” with too few numbers and not necessarily impressive. So don’t worry, it’s gonna take a while to get on, and then we’re gonna get to know each other.

Since then, the roommate’s teeth have been sore, even if they didn’t hurt that day, that they would have to go to the hospital, and now that they’ve gone to the hospital, they’ll have to walk one or two times.

We’re all here. As long as we’re not busy, we’ll stay and talk!

When we were three years old, our roommate was a lovely little girl, and after knowing “unintentionally” that the roommate was his own sister, the senior was a bit more polite and kind, and, for a long time, we talked a lot.

It is important to remind you that if your god is a doctor, don’t use the message “bomb” or when he doesn’t reply to you in time, don’t kill anyone.

It is important to know that, as a doctor, there is not much time in itself to process this information on his cell phone, and even in some very strict hospitals, even without a patient waiting. You need to keep an eye on his schedule, such as check-ups and clinics, and don’t communicate too often without urgent matters.

The most appropriate way to “open up” is after work or on a day off, with a few kind words of greeting, and a little more common subject to be added to the academic issue.

Otherwise, if you open up the news of the cell phone, you’ll scare people away.

Unfortunately, the difficulty of using it for doctors has increased several levels, and some “strategic adjustments” have to be made.

Handmade cookies, cream cakes, cute chocolates, Q-soft-soft karma… This kind of sweet little tweezer, if it’s a regular ” straight guy” who gets it, would be a lot of “sweet” and flaunting.

If you send it to a doctor, first of all, he doesn’t have to be sweet, because they always have a very clear form in their hearts. – The negative effects of eating more sweets on healthy N species and the negative effects on the human body of being obese when teachers teach at school.

A small sweet with a pink girl’s heart will be converted into a cold-cold caloric formula, of course.

So, what do we do with a male doctor’s stomach?

On this issue, my roommate gave a full score — a nutritionally balanced health package!

In short, they are able to eat well and have a balanced diet so that they can’t pick out food for their health weaknesses.

In order to make this package, roommates have made a sticker of a Chinese diet pedal that is hanging in a dormitory to help them fit their diet properly. After all, the senior is still a single dog who lives alone and should not have enough energy to cook for himself.

It’s good that the roommate’s efforts have not been in vain, not only has he not refused, but he has also made a “scrambling”.

Having short hands and having a couple of meals would have meant that, having had a meal made by a girl, it would have to be a movie, or a dinner when one of the two had no class and one had no schedule.

It’s getting warmer.

At last, on the night of my sister’s birthday, he finally confessed! The two were officially separated.

This success story has inspired the “single dogs” who leapt on the side of each other, envied by their little handbands, and secretly planned to use their fists to make full use of medical school connections, to take advantage of the first-in-first-month advantage of the near-water building, to take the lead in their own lives.

This is our chance!

One weekend, I saw that Romantik’s roommate was out on a date, leaving me and another roommate, who had a bit of ice cream, which didn’t hurt her stomach, but why don’t we take this opportunity?

In the name of stomach pain, go to the annex hospital.

They said they’d do it, and they immediately packed up and left, and they were afraid they’d be “healing” later.

The hospital was visited on weekends, and we first looked at the visits of the various clinics, where there was a luminous luminous luminous luminous luminous luminous brother, who was at the internal medicine clinic No. 3, “out of sight.” Not only are they very strong, but their hair is thick, and the eyes that appear on their masks, they are full of real eyes.

We’ve got an empty spot waiting to be called, and we’ve been simulating a conversation for a while and how to answer that handsome doctor.

We got roomie number!

So we just went up and sat down in front of our little brother, and our roommate cleared his voice and was ready to start “the show” before he could open his mouth. “Dr. X, your lover says that today’s meeting has been announced by the nursing department, so let me give you a message. I’m sorry.

“Well, got it. My little brother noded his head.

Early marriage in England! Well, I look at my roommate and I can hear each other’s passion being extinguished.

It’s not “fouling” anymore. It’s two minutes to watch.

Standing in front of the hospital, all the excitement of the morning, preparing to turn into an appetite, to go to the canteen, perhaps with an unexpected gain?

I have to say here, the hospital canteen is really the one I’ve seen most of “innovation” and there’s a cook who likes to create his own mystery. My roommate and I are in the middle of a pineapple fried tomatoes and beef fried watermelons, when a boy with a face mask and a handsome pair of eyes walks into our sights, and he lets aunty come to him with a cranberry cabbage and then finds a place to sit down.

White turrets and tits! My roommate and I decided immediately what to eat.

Is this what the legend says is that there’s no other way, no better, no better than a village?

And when we were sitting next to the man with the “unintentional” plate, he took off his mask…

This story has stopped before it started.

After 10 minutes of eating, we went back to our dormitory with our head down and we had a serious “reverse” to this operation, and my roommate asked me a really hard question: “If you want a male doctor to be a boyfriend, do we have to go to a nursing school? I’m sorry.

Do you think the roommate’s goal of finding a male doctor is just broken?

No!

A week after we ate the mystery food in the annex hospital canteen, the school organized an event as a single sister, and my roommate was seen by a freshman schoolmate, chasing after him.

The boy’s boyfriend, who is now the father of two children and who has succeeded in his role as the attending doctor, has fulfilled his wish to be a husband!

Finally, a warm reminder for girls with the same dream: “To get a doctor, you have to “take it” early. A male doctor tends to be “finished” more difficult. Many of them have already been taken during school, have plenty of time, and do want a male doctor to be a partner.

But, you know, one of the things that can happen when a male doctor is a good husband — really too busy.

When it comes to the ambition of the year, my roommates with the husband of a male doctor will be like, “What good is a male doctor? I’m sorry.

How could you be fascinated by that white cork?

As far as the gender imbalance in that section is concerned, I estimate that obstetrics and gynaecology can rank high. In my experience, it is still the female doctor in gynaecology and obstetrics who is “sliding half the sky.”

But it’s weird, I wonder if it’s because I’m in this business, or if I’m asking too much of a man? I find that many male doctors around me are emotionally “woody” and especially gynecologists and gynecologists, and that none of them is “innocent” when they mention “insolent.”

Well said, things are rare.

In the female-dominated gynaecology and gynaecology, if a new male doctor arrives, but if the labels “young” , “jun-su” and “single” are connected, it will always become the focus of the science room, with the obscurantism of the eight aunts around.

Then I’m going to say how a young, handsome, single young man who used to come to our office didn’t get away with it.

That was 17 years ago, Chen Kuan came to the gynaecologist, although as a wheel doctor, there was no special room, but! You’re a gynecologist!

To say that gynecology is the best thing, it must be a whole bunch of big girls, with 185 hairs on their heads, and that Chen’s face-showing Chen wears a pair of gold-cracked glasses, which is the design of the “cooking beast” in girls’ comics and iconic dramas.

What’s more, in the gynecology of the axle, this young man will not show impatience at all, he’s got a particularly good temper, he’s always smiling, and he’s like, “Hearing like spring.”

“Did Dr. Chen get married?” Do you have a girlfriend?”

Chen was only in his third day, and even the head nurse of the osteoporosis upstairs had asked his attending physician in the margins of the opening meeting: “Did you hear that you’ve got a young man with a transfer? I’m sorry.

As a married woman who had been in touch for several days, Chen Kwan-chun and his teacher, Xu Li, thought that the boy was really good at taking over, and soon sensed that the boy had the potential to become a fragrance.

The middle-aged female population is spreading very fast, in less than a week. The news has been captured by the head nurse and aunts who have access to information about single women in the various departments through various channels.

People who don’t know how to walk seem to be in peace, and in fact, an event called “For Chen Kwan-sama” has begun in secret.

But it’s quite a twist!

The first one to “show the horse” was Aunt Liu, the chief osteoporian nurse who had been in the first place, who had to go through the next of kin, in accordance with the principle of “fat water is not in the field.”

What a coincidence! Aunt Liu’s niece is a teacher with a good education and a good personality. Na Ho has never found a suitable boyfriend, and Aunt Liu’s sister is in a hurry to introduce her daughter to a suitable doctor.

The day I heard that there was a wheeled young man downstairs in the gynecologist’s face, that she had to go to the hospital at night and teach Suh-li to learn about the basics, and that she came to the gynaecology for a second day of lunch in the guise of Suh-li, after a detailed “discussion”, and that it was not a problem.

Aunt Liu, while planning to get Chen and her niece back on the line, was a little murmured: “Why doesn’t a guy have a girlfriend? I’m sorry.

However, it was important to take care of the niece for the rest of her life, which had been left behind by Aunt Liu.

Chen is a bit flattered by Aunt Liu’s tongue, but she soon accepted her (a date arranged).

After the first meeting, Auntie Liu made a special “sale service” and learned how the two sides felt, and heard that the two had a good atmosphere and had a good time. She put her previous suspended heart back in her belly, thinking that she had forgotten her sister’s business and was already choosing what to wear for her niece’s wedding.

It was only a week before Aunt Liu got a phone call from her sister: they were in touch for days, yellow!

Aunt Liu is depressed: “What are you looking for? I’m sorry.

He tried to call his niece.

The niece received a very nice telephone call saying that the young man was indeed a good-looking man and a gentle man, but not a suitable life partner.

“Why?” Aunt Liu wondered.

“Hey aunt, I’ll be straight with you. He’s a straight guy. He’s a super insolent guy. I’ve been under a lot of stress for decades. I’m sorry.

Aunt Liu is old and doesn’t really know what ” straight guy” means.

The niece gave us a few small details, and that’s how it tasted.

For the first time, they were dating at a café, a place that wasn’t easy to make mistakes.

After one cup of coffee, she had a good first impression of Chen Kwan, and she changed her trust when she split up.

After sleeping on the front line at night and talking about the little things that don’t matter what they ate at dinner today, Chen has been sceptical or has been able to say, “I see that your eyes are a little red and swollen today, and you must be careful to use your eyes in the future.” I’m sorry.

I’m not sure what I’m talking about. I’m using the legendary “Put the Man” make-up, okay? The pink eye shadow is not red! Of course, because it’s not very well-known, it’s just a small amount of tumble, and it’s “thank you.”

This can also be explained by the fact that the straight guy didn’t understand the girls’ taste in makeup, and the girl, though a little tweaked at the time, quickly convinced herself to pull himself together: “It can be saved.” I’m sorry.

After a few days of talking, Chen, a young amateur, was a sports fan and even a member of the marathon, and at that time the association had an event, when the girl took the initiative of “striking” and said she could join.

I had no idea that Chen had washed out at the beginning of the campaign and that she could not wait until she saw his back getting further and further away and eventually disappearing into her eyes.

No, it’s not. Can’t you just run and talk?

She ran away for a while and didn’t see him look back. She was upset and went home.

“Where have you been?” I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour! I’m sorry.

It’s hard to describe how she felt.

Since then, they haven’t talked much.

Auntie Liu has learned a little bit: there is a reason why Chen can’t live alone in a very young female hospital.

It can’t be made difficult for Auntie Liu to groan and to start looking for another wife for her niece.

The failure of Aunt Liu’s “departure” did not discourage other young girls in the hospital. After all, the beauty of the skin is too attractive, and in this “face-to-face” society, this is the preconceived advantage of the opposite sex.

The second one is the little nurse, Ma Min Min Min Min, who uses the more devious tactics.

It’s obviously very good for Seo-lie, and she wears a snack at work, and if she’s with Seo-li, she’ll send one to Seo-lie’s first. Of course, if Seo-ree and Chen Kwan were together at this time, then the real goal of the snack would be to move to Chen-guon.

Xu Li Laed brought young people together and sometimes helped.

Seeing Maminmin come in with snacks, he looks at Chen, and whenever he’s busy, Seo-li will scream, “Come here, Chen!” I’m sorry.

What for?

I’m here to try some snacks for the little girl.

But even the more edible snacks can’t stand the talk of Dr. Chen, who’s always smiling and picking up the snacks, and then he starts to be used to evaluating the heat of these “spam foods.” This beef-dry, for example, is how much heat, like the bag of rice, called “Carbohydrated Bomb,” and if it’s finished, it’s like eating a big bun.

It’s not over yet, but it’s over again: “Nurse Ma, you can’t eat like this. You eat so many snacks all day. I’m sorry.

You mean it’s not cool?

Maminmin’s young girl was heartbroken, and the sugar shells of the snacks did nothing, so that she ran away from Seo Li.

Suh Li-dang shakes her head: The boy is so single!

Soon after Nurse’s Day, the hospital routinely performed a little party, Mamin Min-min danced and was selected for the show, and our high-quality Chen Kwan was chosen as the moderator.

As a co-worker at the rehearsal the previous day, Seo-Li used her rest time to go to the field.

Chen changed his suit to wear a tie, and he was so handsome that the Maminmin girl who stood next to him was “restored” and was so excited that she accidentally fell on a pony party and ran over the prop tree in the middle of the stage.

Suh-Li, who was standing under the stage, looked at him and shouted to Chen, “What are you waiting for?” I’m sorry.

Chen’s response was three steps and two steps, and Mamin-min looked at Chen’s face in the dark and looked at him. No, passed himself and raised the prop tree that he had hit in the middle of the stage.

Seeing everything, Seo-Li can’t help it: this guy’s almost 30, he’s never had a girlfriend.

The story of Maminmin and Chen Kwan is over.

Since then, there have been some young female doctors in other departments, who have added a little signal from Chen Kuan-sama, but without exception, no more. They say it’s because the straight guy looks gentle and kind, but he’s the good guy who talks about death, and everyone who tries to do it eventually returns.

What, you don’t believe me? Let me give you another example.

One of the classics was a little nurse in medicine, who came to talk to Dr. Chen, who was in gynaecologists, trying to get into the gynaecologist’s direction, even asking, “Doctor Chan, I’ve had a really bad day off, can I get you some medicine?” I’m sorry.

Chen has completely ignored the sound of the string and answered with a very “just answer”: “No, we have two dollars more expensive in Broven at the hospital than at the next pharmacy. Just go out and buy a box to the left. I’m sorry.

You think she’s too subtle? So let’s continue: “Did Dr. Chen take a weekend break?” Do you want to join us?”

Chen Kuan said, “You’re a pain in the first place, you can’t drink any chicken soup, you’re fat.” I’m sorry.

The discussion ended here and the nurse’s sister was never “advised” about his gynaecology.

The days have passed in these funny little stories, and the handsome Dr. Chen remains single when he leaves gynecology.

“Oh, my brother, look at you, you’re too straight. You don’t understand what the girls are saying to you. I’m sorry.

Chen also smiles at his sign: “I’m not stupid, I don’t feel like I can’t feel it, but sometimes I don’t know how to respond, because if it’s not right, it’s easy to get the wrong idea. I’m sorry.

Suh Li listened to this, saying, “Didn’t you have to take it easy? I’m sorry.

Chen is embarrassed to touch his nose: “Sir, it’s not like she’s dressed like a girl, and I really don’t know how to figure it out without telling her. I’m sorry.

“For example, when Aunt Liu introduced her niece to me last time, I really thought her eyes were swollen because she was not aware of her health, and later I knew it was pink. Aunt Liu also told me that I couldn’t run too fast to run with other girls, but I really thought so, and since I was running fast and she was running slow, I was waiting for her at the finish line, and it was normal, and she got so angry…

“Okay. Suh-Li was a little impudent in taping Chen Kuan’s shoulder, and just wanted to say something to comfort him. At that time, a young girl at the next table walked up to Tsui’s side with a red face and looked at Dr. Chen’s eyes and said, “Well, I’m sorry, I’ve just lost my bet at the table that I’m going to play a big adventure at your table. Would you like to add a little signal to one of you?” I’m sorry.

Suh Li can’t see it. He looked at Dr. Chen. He was just looking down on a cowtail! Is it time to eat the cowtails? Tsui-li hates steel and can’t make it any better.

Did she hesitate, or did she summon up the courage to turn to Chen? “Sorry, but ask me if I can add a little brother. Would you not have any faith?”

Chen had to move his eyes off the cow’s tail and ask the girl, “What? Do you know my brother? I’m sorry.

Well, the “good luck” that comes to the door can be turned away by himself.

Looks like Dr. Chen’s bachelor road is still a long way from here.

I’ve been talking about my undergraduate life in Washington, and I’m going to talk about how I started living with bacteria.

Van Gogh said, “Fate determines that I was born an adventurer.” I was born to be a renegade, and I was deeply attached to things that were not available, to places that were not available, to lovers who were not together. I’m tired of day-to-day, challenging, unknown knocks on my nerves.

“Why don’t you stay in Washington and study? This question may have been asked a hundred times since I left Washington.

Perhaps the essence of humans is a “repeat machine,” oh no, “adventurer”!

Although I miss Cheng very much now, I felt a bit tired at the time, when he was no longer able to set me free, so I started searching for the next drop.

In terms of research, the best choice is Beijing or Shanghai, which is too cold, and, of course, does not preclude me from being less confident of being able to take North China, hesitating for a while, and targeting.

I have a “foreground” to go to high school, and I’ve had no choice but to go directly to school like a good student, and even worse, I’ve never given up on sex and tried to save the country.

The examination at the Institute of Oral Medicine in the various leading universities is simply the simplest in Shanghai in terms of number of subjects. All I had to do was examine three subjects — English, political, professional — which I do not know if they have been adjusted, the first two of which are national examinations, with only physical, biochemical, oral anatomy and oral tissue pathology. In other schools, which are required to examine almost all oral subjects, when the other school colleagues go to the library with a bunch of books on their backs, I just have to take four books out of the house and put them in light, at least to reduce my physical burden.

I’m a man who is stubborn in most respects (perhaps medical students tend to have this tendency?) and I’ll take all possibilities fully into account before making a decision, and I’ll never give up if I have a goal: study and study!

Saying it may be particularly “hate”: the exam was just after New Year’s Day in 2013, when the entrance examination was in Kawakawa, a long way away, and his roommate and his roommate went out to take a cab and drive to the entrance examination, until the exam was over, and there was no tension at all, maybe that’s the confidence of the schoolboy.

In the new year, the family was informed of the interview and, if adopted, the clinical training will take place at “Shanghai Nine College”, the Ninth People’s Hospital attached to the Shanghai University of Transportation Medical School.

I’m coming!

After the last summer in Washington, when I packed my stuff and came to the Devil’s Landing to start a new adventure, I finally grew up from an undergraduate to a graduate student who had not yet obtained a degree.

Shanghai and Washington have a very different sense of freshness: wet weather, a bit of “sweet” streets, sweet staple foods, and dream schools and brand-new friends’ circles.

I’m like a new, old-fashioned piece of shit, with my hands open and a new life.

Soon, however, Shanghai used the “capitalist trap” to bind me to the “weak”.

Blame it on the geographic location of the medical school.

The New Sky Station is the closest (and probably now) subway station to the school, but it is one of the coordinates of the Shanghai Fashion, although, as a student party, we walk only in the new sky and see the night, and consume a little relative to the civilian population in the light of the sun and the moon, even if it is a true “sun and moon” — spending a month’s income within a single day — compared to the modest subsidy of the graduate students.

I have to turn to “academics” because the first year of my graduate studies requires a number of public courses at the medical school, with credits, and research in the field of medicine is not a good thing, and I have to go to clinical “scientific” as well. So at the end of the first grade, there will be a shift to a culture unit, i.e. a dual clinical and scientific experience at Shanghai Nine.

First of all, let me ask you, “What pet have you had since you were a kid? I’m sorry.

Personally, I’ve had guacamole, goldfish, lizards, and now I’m with you. I raised bacteria during my graduate school!

Wait! There is no need for a “tactical back-up” in which bacteria are always associated with disease. The main source of this “pot” is the advertisement of a lot of cleaning materials (such as soap, hand-washing fluids) seen as a child’s child, in which there is always a little friend who washes his hands and shows a change in the number of “bacteries left on hand” through microscopes. But in fact, from the moment you were born, you were living side by side with bacteria and living side by side for the rest of your life.

The truth is, you can’t live without bacteria.

It cannot be denied that bacteria do cause many diseases, including, of course, oral diseases, which are common in oral clinical cases, such as cavity and cardiac inflammation.

But bacteria are not on the same side as humans.

Sometimes bacteria are human friends. One of the most everyday things — yogurt — is the production of this food, which is fermented with bacteria; in the field of environmental protection, bacteria can help to decipher toxic and harmful substances in order to reduce the damage to the environment caused by human activities; and in the field of biomedical science, bacteria is a tool for researchers to understand and transform the world. The development of new drugs and treatments often involves hundreds of millions of bacteria (not my mistakes, yes, many billions), some of which offer the cost of “life,” some of which are incalculable “cell factories” and are produced for humans.

It also describes the use of bacteria in order to give me the proper name of the bacteria that I want to speak about later.

At the beginning of the selection of the subject, the coach introduced me to the Dubong Institute in Shanghai.

Some of the little partners might ask, “Isn’t du Pont a company that doesn’t have a sticky pot coating?” I didn’t lie to you. I thought it was the same thing before I got in touch. It was only then that I knew that I was alone, that the Dupont industry was far more extensive than I thought, and the institute that the coach described was dedicated to the development of lactate, which I mentioned above, to the development of the bacteria needed to make yogurt.

One of our fellow sisters, we’ve tasted the latest yogurt, in addition to the usual yogurt styles on the market, is “solid yogurt” (which is actually powder), which tastes unexpectedly good and is not for sale. Of course! The most important thing is to visit and ask professional teachers there, even though they are not the same bacteria as we study, but the scientific logic is relevant.

It must be recalled that modern technology companies are really well equipped with scientific equipment, and when I have experienced a short “high-end lab of capitalism” and returned to the microbiology lab of the Nine Colleges in reality, the old lab has become even more so.

The main subject is a Chase room, estimated to be no more than 100 m2 in total, and a 10-m2 lounge, where students experiment with computer, reference, product description, milk, coffee, and fertilizing food (students do not study, not allowed) etc. There is also a room of about 10 m2 where various devices are cleaned, disinfected and experimental waste is disposed of. There’s an office next door, which belongs to the permanent teacher of the “Faceless” lab.

If there’s any kind of device in the microbiology lab that grabs the eye, it must be the fridge!

Because bacteria can “sleep” for a long time at low temperatures, they are removed from the refrigerator when needed, and when temperature and nutritional conditions are restored they continue to grow. The laboratory refrigerators are many times larger than their home, and the four refrigerators have several corners of the “town guard” labs, and the status of the “half-mile mountain” is unmistakable. Refrigeration capacity is super-screen, and refrigerators at below 40 degrees are often used to store preparations that may be used in bacteria and other biological experiments.

Not only do the labs have “Shou-seok” in the form of my unscheduled period, but there are also a number of laboratory guests, mostly full-time doctors, who are very “mysterious” in comparison to full-time doctors, who often end up missing. But after all these years of graduation, I’ve been reminiscent of the small ruby cream (a famous retrospect cake in Shanghai) brought by one of the teachers of the Rukin Hospital Burns.

And that kind of story that’s written all night at the lab is real, and while I need to sleep, my subjects are constantly growing and changing, and I have to keep my eyes on them.

In 2014, I started research on the antibacterial properties of graphite derivatives, in conjunction with the Nobel Prize for Physics awarded in 2010 to two British scientists at Manchester University for their groundbreaking experiments on graphite in two-dimensional space material, which seems to have a bit of a “strength”. But “The academic thing, how can it be? ” And anyway, I’m in the field of microbiology.

At that time, in order to study the growth curve of several bacteria, i.e., the growth rate of bacteria in culture fluids, I needed to take some samples for analysis. There are two main things to do:

First, spectrometers are used to measure the mixing of culture fluids (which can also be understood as “photometry”) to derive indirectly the amount of bacteria in culture fluids. That’s better to understand? The more obscurantious it is, the more bacteria it is, the clearer it is.

Secondly, I also need to take another equal sample, dilute the bacterial solution tens of thousands of times over and put it on the culture base, and then put it in the incubator.

The incubators are essential equipment for the cultivation of bacteria, because there is a class of bacteria called anaerobic bacteria, which “swords are biased” and which are less likely to grow or even die in an oxygen-rich environment and can grow better in an aerobic environment. You probably didn’t think that bacteria that caused the stench, diarrhea, dysentery lanterns, most of them anaerobic. So looking at them requires creating a low-oxygen, if not a sheep, environment, as in the case of the cystasy that I once raised, which is a very typical anaerobic.

The operation is to place bacteria in the “buffer room” (named so) sealed on the side of the incubator, to extract as much air as possible, and to open the small door between the “buffer room” and the main area of the incubator (aerobic environment), and to place the culture base (bacterium) in it and close the small door. It allows air out of the outside world or very small access to incubators. In addition, the incubator is filled with nitrogen and hydrogen to ensure that anaerobic bacteria can grow in a suitable oxygen-depleting environment.

With the preparation of all reagents and tools needed for the experiment, it will take about half an hour or more to complete the operation and repeat it every hour. However, it was felt too harsh to extend the interval to two hours.

For the sake of rigour, I have carefully set the alarm clocks at intervals, “jelling” out of the chair as soon as the alarm bells ring, removing the cultured bacteria from the incubators, and then doing two operations.

In an hour and a half, the alarm clock rings again, and it continues to repeat the previous process.

And one day after the wheel goes down, every bacteria grows into a “bacterium drop” visible to the naked eye, and I count it later, so I can reverse the bacteria in the current sample.

It’s probably the same time that young people, with a youthful stubbornness, felt it would be a great pity if they hadn’t stayed up all night to learn.

So I have a strange sense of pride when the lab teachers, seniors, peers come home, and I’m still in the knowledge ocean.

In the laboratory, the order of position is very “specified”.

Around 5:00 p.m., most of the “combat friends” leave, off-duty, after-school, party, date (and party are delicately different and require fine)… And then I leave some labs like White, and I can’t get a stool from your hard-working (but I can’t get an article that’s about to come back) under your brother and sister’s ass. In addition to White and Biggs, they usually come to the lab in search of peace in flying papers and unscathed clinical stitches.

At this point, White’s “know” is very important! The real “white” isn’t a cup of tea, but a pedigree reagent.

The Big Bros are on the air for a short time, and they’ll pack up and leave at 8 or 9 a.m., and they’ll have a lot to say before they leave.

“Be sure to check the water, the electricity, the gas before you leave!” I’m sorry.

“Recently hot, don’t turn off the air conditioner, or the fridge will get over the heat. I’m sorry.

“The door of the incubator must be closed or leaked, and the bacteria in it will be dead and reach innocent people. I’m sorry.

The innocent people here are the day liver experiment, the night liver articles, the graduation of the DDL and the time to go out and have fun.

Do you think the lab is the only one left behind?

Too naive.

Remember the guy who went out to high at five or six? They left, and the bag was still in the lab, and at around 10 a.m. they started to return to the lab to pick up things or to pack equipment and waste that could not be disposed of, even for half an hour because of the “conscience disorder” shop.

Laboratory operating tables are limited, and at this point they are highly mobile, with eyes on the six-way street, putting their tools on the table and holding on to the hard-earned operating bench under their buttocks.

The security guard will come over at 11 o’clock to make sure that no one in each laboratory is coming home overnight.

Twelve o’clock, I’m finally alone in the lab. Turn off the big lights and keep only the light on the operating table. Half the lights on the other side of the hospital building, where lives were saved and where there was hope.

As soon as 1:00 a.m., it began to attack my brain, snorting on my back, and then I cleaned my desk a little bit, and I used it as a pillow, and it was a little hard.

2 The alarm clock rings, and with my footsteps only the cry of the cooler, I lay down again half an hour later.

The four o’clock alarm clock is instinctive and rational “battle”, the first time I’m gonna hit it, and in about a minute or two I’m gonna “sit in the middle of a dying disease” and say, “Get up! Could be a data point! It’s hard to get down from the desk and move fast to the incubator and the test table.

In a year or so, maybe I’ll be a brother-in-law who goes out to eat and play with guilt at 5 o’clock. No more thinking!

As soon as it’s 4:30, it’s gonna be dawn in half an hour, so don’t go to sleep. I’m just going to turn on the light, clean the disinfection, put it in the disinfection box, open the computer, pre-process the experimental data, prep the next phase of the experiment in my head.

It’s past 6:00. The last wave is complete!

A simple face was wiped, and some numb bodies came back to the dorms after a long night.

There are already patients in line at the entrance to the hospital, as well as cows in reverse, the breakfast shop has opened, the steam cages at the door have risen, and the day in the market well has just opened.

And I bought a greasy pancakes and a soybean soybean, and I went back to bed with my head upside down.

It’s a little physical, but I can get out of clinically cumbersome, patient relationships for a while, because my bacteria don’t talk and lie quietly under the microscope until I see it.

“Technology is the first productivity” is often heard when studying. Yes, science and technology do make (extreme) benefits, but I have a complementary idea, and I wrote in my letter of credit for my graduation paper: “Postgraduate studies have profoundly influenced my scientific outlook: Science is not just the driving force of socio-economic progress, but rather the human race’s relentless pursuit of the unknown world in order to satisfy curiosity. I’m sorry.

A group of people who spend all day in the labs are able to gain a constant momentum from experiments, explore the world, satisfy their curiosity, and make them spiritual.

Returning to myself, I regret that, in my brief scientific career, I did not personally see such a person, nor did I myself, but I was struck by the joy of curiosity for only a few seconds in my brief experimental experience.

So after the paper was published, I chose to leave the “scientific world”.

But this scientific training, about a year and a half, has worked out my way of thinking, reminding me in the days to come to put aside stereotypes and arbitrariness and to address the challenges of work and life in a new, scientific way.

I’ve been talking about my undergraduate life in Washington, and I’m going to talk about how I started living with bacteria.

Van Gogh said, “Fate determines that I was born an adventurer.” I was born to be a renegade, and I was deeply attached to things that were not available, to places that were not available, to lovers who were not together. I’m tired of day-to-day, challenging, unknown knocks on my nerves.

“Why don’t you stay in Washington and study? This question may have been asked a hundred times since I left Washington.

Perhaps the essence of humans is a “repeat machine,” oh no, “adventurer”!

Although I miss Cheng very much now, I felt a bit tired at the time, when he was no longer able to set me free, so I started searching for the next drop.

In terms of research, the best choice is Beijing or Shanghai, which is too cold, and, of course, does not preclude me from being less confident of being able to take North China, hesitating for a while, and targeting.

I have a “foreground” to go to high school, and I’ve had no choice but to go directly to school like a good student, and even worse, I’ve never given up on sex and tried to save the country.

The examination at the Institute of Oral Medicine in the various leading universities is simply the simplest in Shanghai in terms of number of subjects. All I had to do was examine three subjects — English, political, professional — which I do not know if they have been adjusted, the first two of which are national examinations, with only physical, biochemical, oral anatomy and oral tissue pathology. In other schools, which are required to examine almost all oral subjects, when the other school colleagues go to the library with a bunch of books on their backs, I just have to take four books out of the house and put them in light, at least to reduce my physical burden.

I’m a man who is stubborn in most respects (perhaps medical students tend to have this tendency?) and I’ll take all possibilities fully into account before making a decision, and I’ll never give up if I have a goal: study and study!

Saying it may be particularly “hate”: the exam was just after New Year’s Day in 2013, when the entrance examination was in Kawakawa, a long way away, and his roommate and his roommate went out to take a cab and drive to the entrance examination, until the exam was over, and there was no tension at all, maybe that’s the confidence of the schoolboy.

In the new year, the family was informed of the interview and, if adopted, the clinical training will take place at “Shanghai Nine College”, the Ninth People’s Hospital attached to the Shanghai University of Transportation Medical School.

I’m coming!

After the last summer in Washington, when I packed my stuff and came to the Devil’s Landing to start a new adventure, I finally grew up from an undergraduate to a graduate student who had not yet obtained a degree.

Shanghai and Washington have a very different sense of freshness: wet weather, a bit of “sweet” streets, sweet staple foods, and dream schools and brand-new friends’ circles.

I’m like a new, old-fashioned piece of shit, with my hands open and a new life.

Soon, however, Shanghai used the “capitalist trap” to bind me to the “weak”.

Blame it on the geographic location of the medical school.

The New Sky Station is the closest (and probably now) subway station to the school, but it is one of the coordinates of the Shanghai Fashion, although, as a student party, we walk only in the new sky and see the night, and consume a little relative to the civilian population in the light of the sun and the moon, even if it is a true “sun and moon” — spending a month’s income within a single day — compared to the modest subsidy of the graduate students.

I have to turn to “academics” because the first year of my graduate studies requires a number of public courses at the medical school, with credits, and research in the field of medicine is not a good thing, and I have to go to clinical “scientific” as well. So at the end of the first grade, there will be a shift to a culture unit, i.e. a dual clinical and scientific experience at Shanghai Nine.

First of all, let me ask you, “What pet have you had since you were a kid? I’m sorry.

Personally, I’ve had guacamole, goldfish, lizards, and now I’m with you. I raised bacteria during my graduate school!

Wait! There is no need for a “tactical back-up” in which bacteria are always associated with disease. The main source of this “pot” is the advertisement of a lot of cleaning materials (such as soap, hand-washing fluids) seen as a child’s child, in which there is always a little friend who washes his hands and shows a change in the number of “bacteries left on hand” through microscopes. But in fact, from the moment you were born, you were living side by side with bacteria and living side by side for the rest of your life.

The truth is, you can’t live without bacteria.

It cannot be denied that bacteria do cause many diseases, including, of course, oral diseases, which are common in oral clinical cases, such as cavity and cardiac inflammation.

But bacteria are not on the same side as humans.

Sometimes bacteria are human friends. One of the most everyday things — yogurt — is the production of this food, which is fermented with bacteria; in the field of environmental protection, bacteria can help to decipher toxic and harmful substances in order to reduce the damage to the environment caused by human activities; and in the field of biomedical science, bacteria is a tool for researchers to understand and transform the world. The development of new drugs and treatments often involves hundreds of millions of bacteria (not my mistakes, yes, many billions), some of which offer the cost of “life,” some of which are incalculable “cell factories” and are produced for humans.

It also describes the use of bacteria in order to give me the proper name of the bacteria that I want to speak about later.

At the beginning of the selection of the subject, the coach introduced me to the Dubong Institute in Shanghai.

Some of the little partners might ask, “Isn’t du Pont a company that doesn’t have a sticky pot coating?” I didn’t lie to you. I thought it was the same thing before I got in touch. It was only then that I knew that I was alone, that the Dupont industry was far more extensive than I thought, and the institute that the coach described was dedicated to the development of lactate, which I mentioned above, to the development of the bacteria needed to make yogurt.

One of our fellow sisters, we’ve tasted the latest yogurt, in addition to the usual yogurt styles on the market, is “solid yogurt” (which is actually powder), which tastes unexpectedly good and is not for sale. Of course! The most important thing is to visit and ask professional teachers there, even though they are not the same bacteria as we study, but the scientific logic is relevant.

It must be recalled that modern technology companies are really well equipped with scientific equipment, and when I have experienced a short “high-end lab of capitalism” and returned to the microbiology lab of the Nine Colleges in reality, the old lab has become even more so.

The main subject is a Chase room, estimated to be no more than 100 m2 in total, and a 10-m2 lounge, where students experiment with computer, reference, product description, milk, coffee, and fertilizing food (students do not study, not allowed) etc. There is also a room of about 10 m2 where various devices are cleaned, disinfected and experimental waste is disposed of. There’s an office next door, which belongs to the permanent teacher of the “Faceless” lab.

If there’s any kind of device in the microbiology lab that grabs the eye, it must be the fridge!

Because bacteria can “sleep” for a long time at low temperatures, they are removed from the refrigerator when needed, and when temperature and nutritional conditions are restored they continue to grow. The laboratory refrigerators are many times larger than their home, and the four refrigerators have several corners of the “town guard” labs, and the status of the “half-mile mountain” is unmistakable. Refrigeration capacity is super-screen, and refrigerators at below 40 degrees are often used to store preparations that may be used in bacteria and other biological experiments.

Not only do the labs have “Shou-seok” in the form of my unscheduled period, but there are also a number of laboratory guests, mostly full-time doctors, who are very “mysterious” in comparison to full-time doctors, who often end up missing. But after all these years of graduation, I’ve been reminiscent of the small ruby cream (a famous retrospect cake in Shanghai) brought by one of the teachers of the Rukin Hospital Burns.

And that kind of story that’s written all night at the lab is real, and while I need to sleep, my subjects are constantly growing and changing, and I have to keep my eyes on them.

In 2014, I started research on the antibacterial properties of graphite derivatives, in conjunction with the Nobel Prize for Physics awarded in 2010 to two British scientists at Manchester University for their groundbreaking experiments on graphite in two-dimensional space material, which seems to have a bit of a “strength”. But “The academic thing, how can it be? ” And anyway, I’m in the field of microbiology.

At that time, in order to study the growth curve of several bacteria, i.e., the growth rate of bacteria in culture fluids, I needed to take some samples for analysis. There are two main things to do:

First, spectrometers are used to measure the mixing of culture fluids (which can also be understood as “photometry”) to derive indirectly the amount of bacteria in culture fluids. That’s better to understand? The more obscurantious it is, the more bacteria it is, the clearer it is.

Secondly, I also need to take another equal sample, dilute the bacterial solution tens of thousands of times over and put it on the culture base, and then put it in the incubator.

The incubators are essential equipment for the cultivation of bacteria, because there is a class of bacteria called anaerobic bacteria, which “swords are biased” and which are less likely to grow or even die in an oxygen-rich environment and can grow better in an aerobic environment. You probably didn’t think that bacteria that caused the stench, diarrhea, dysentery lanterns, most of them anaerobic. So looking at them requires creating a low-oxygen, if not a sheep, environment, as in the case of the cystasy that I once raised, which is a very typical anaerobic.

The operation is to place bacteria in the “buffer room” (named so) sealed on the side of the incubator, to extract as much air as possible, and to open the small door between the “buffer room” and the main area of the incubator (aerobic environment), and to place the culture base (bacterium) in it and close the small door. It allows air out of the outside world or very small access to incubators. In addition, the incubator is filled with nitrogen and hydrogen to ensure that anaerobic bacteria can grow in a suitable oxygen-depleting environment.

With the preparation of all reagents and tools needed for the experiment, it will take about half an hour or more to complete the operation and repeat it every hour. However, it was felt too harsh to extend the interval to two hours.

For the sake of rigour, I have carefully set the alarm clocks at intervals, “jelling” out of the chair as soon as the alarm bells ring, removing the cultured bacteria from the incubators, and then doing two operations.

In an hour and a half, the alarm clock rings again, and it continues to repeat the previous process.

And one day after the wheel goes down, every bacteria grows into a “bacterium drop” visible to the naked eye, and I count it later, so I can reverse the bacteria in the current sample.

It’s probably the same time that young people, with a youthful stubbornness, felt it would be a great pity if they hadn’t stayed up all night to learn.

So I have a strange sense of pride when the lab teachers, seniors, peers come home, and I’m still in the knowledge ocean.

In the laboratory, the order of position is very “specified”.

Around 5:00 p.m., most of the “combat friends” leave, off-duty, after-school, party, date (and party are delicately different and require fine)… And then I leave some labs like White, and I can’t get a stool from your hard-working (but I can’t get an article that’s about to come back) under your brother and sister’s ass. In addition to White and Biggs, they usually come to the lab in search of peace in flying papers and unscathed clinical stitches.

At this point, White’s “know” is very important! The real “white” isn’t a cup of tea, but a pedigree reagent.

The Big Bros are on the air for a short time, and they’ll pack up and leave at 8 or 9 a.m., and they’ll have a lot to say before they leave.

“Be sure to check the water, the electricity, the gas before you leave!” I’m sorry.

“Recently hot, don’t turn off the air conditioner, or the fridge will get over the heat. I’m sorry.

“The door of the incubator must be closed or leaked, and the bacteria in it will be dead and reach innocent people. I’m sorry.

The innocent people here are the day liver experiment, the night liver articles, the graduation of the DDL and the time to go out and have fun.

Do you think the lab is the only one left behind?

Too naive.

Remember the guy who went out to high at five or six? They left, and the bag was still in the lab, and at around 10 a.m. they started to return to the lab to pick up things or to pack equipment and waste that could not be disposed of, even for half an hour because of the “conscience disorder” shop.

Laboratory operating tables are limited, and at this point they are highly mobile, with eyes on the six-way street, putting their tools on the table and holding on to the hard-earned operating bench under their buttocks.

The security guard will come over at 11 o’clock to make sure that no one in each laboratory is coming home overnight.

Twelve o’clock, I’m finally alone in the lab. Turn off the big lights and keep only the light on the operating table. Half the lights on the other side of the hospital building, where lives were saved and where there was hope.

As soon as 1:00 a.m., it began to attack my brain, snorting on my back, and then I cleaned my desk a little bit, and I used it as a pillow, and it was a little hard.

2 The alarm clock rings, and with my footsteps only the cry of the cooler, I lay down again half an hour later.

The four o’clock alarm clock is instinctive and rational “battle”, the first time I’m gonna hit it, and in about a minute or two I’m gonna “sit in the middle of a dying disease” and say, “Get up! Could be a data point! It’s hard to get down from the desk and move fast to the incubator and the test table.

In a year or so, maybe I’ll be a brother-in-law who goes out to eat and play with guilt at 5 o’clock. No more thinking!

As soon as it’s 4:30, it’s gonna be dawn in half an hour, so don’t go to sleep. I’m just going to turn on the light, clean the disinfection, put it in the disinfection box, open the computer, pre-process the experimental data, prep the next phase of the experiment in my head.

It’s past 6:00. The last wave is complete!

A simple face was wiped, and some numb bodies came back to the dorms after a long night.

There are already patients in line at the entrance to the hospital, as well as cows in reverse, the breakfast shop has opened, the steam cages at the door have risen, and the day in the market well has just opened.

And I bought a greasy pancakes and a soybean soybean, and I went back to bed with my head upside down.

It’s a little physical, but I can get out of clinically cumbersome, patient relationships for a while, because my bacteria don’t talk and lie quietly under the microscope until I see it.

“Technology is the first productivity” is often heard when studying. Yes, science and technology do make (extreme) benefits, but I have a complementary idea, and I wrote in my letter of credit for my graduation paper: “Postgraduate studies have profoundly influenced my scientific outlook: Science is not just the driving force of socio-economic progress, but rather the human race’s relentless pursuit of the unknown world in order to satisfy curiosity. I’m sorry.

A group of people who spend all day in the labs are able to gain a constant momentum from experiments, explore the world, satisfy their curiosity, and make them spiritual.

Returning to myself, I regret that, in my brief scientific career, I did not personally see such a person, nor did I myself, but I was struck by the joy of curiosity for only a few seconds in my brief experimental experience.

So after the paper was published, I chose to leave the “scientific world”.

But this scientific training, about a year and a half, has worked out my way of thinking, reminding me in the days to come to put aside stereotypes and arbitrariness and to address the challenges of work and life in a new, scientific way.

Ask!

“How many steps do you need to be an independent dentist?” I’m sorry.

Five years of undergraduate, postgraduate and post-service “teaching” (normative training) are required to grow from a medical student to an intern to a medical practitioner. (The current system may be different from that of the year, and the period of “regulated” and post-graduate time has already coincided. I’m not sure.

It sounds like a long time, but from textbook to clinical, from theory to practice, it’s a cross-section, so for a moment I feel like I need to face clinical practice on my own.

Just after completing schoolbooks, he had to go to the hospital as an intern to help with his patients, and only a few months after he had obtained a certificate of practice, he had to start providing medical services independently.

Teachers can bring them for a while, but in the end, every footprint of their professional career requires a step by themselves.

Remember, the first step in learning to pull teeth was an anesthetic.

There’s no model for us to practice in the insemination exercise, but we can’t just “go up” without being prepared, as a undergraduate student.

“Hoho” started with the students around.

It doesn’t sound like a “hard core” to each other. It’s a real “gun” or a “ball.” The withdrawal of an anaesthetic needs to be explained, as it is not true that teeth are to be pulled, so the dose of each other’s anaesthetic would be half the normal concentration. When the M.O.S. is ready, find the point of entry and go straight to the mouth deep.

You know, laxatives can be the most painful part of the tooth removal, BUT! It’s a very harmonious atmosphere in practice, everybody. You’re hurting me? I’ll be back in a minute.

Of course, high-tech technology can be seen if it is effective and pain-free.

There are already several pseudo-oral doctors who call themselves the “first mahjong of the world” in the rounds.

Yeah, not just once. Everyone gets hit several times. After the experiment has been successfully carried out on our fellow students, our group of “pro-doctors” will be able to “kill” the real patients.

Neural obstructive anesthesia in the lower teeth, which is one of the most technically difficult of the most commonly used modes of anesthesia in clinical work, is often used to pull down the brain teeth. We don’t come up like this. It’s hard to get out. It’s easier to get out. It’s easier to get out. The pain is slight and will take effect in a minute or less. It’s a shame that the new guy’s hand is actually a little shaking, but he’s got a mask, he looks calmer, the patient doesn’t notice, and I’m sweating all over my mask.

You’re about to start pulling your teeth!

I’ve taken my teeth from my teeth carefully, and my stress has been completely replaced by excitement, and my heart is filled with joy and achievement, when a tooth falls into a collected container. Of course, on the surface, you have to stay still and maintain the “set” of a mature dentist.

For the first time there will be a second and a third, and then there will be more and more skill, and there will be less tension at the operating table, from assisting the instructor in “upgrading” to “simply decompressing” teeth, to “shythmic teeth (pre-plugged teeth, etc.) teeth” , to “simplistic upper- and lower-tube teeth” . In the end, it will be possible to challenge the resistance of the “David King” under the guidance of a mentor. A small partner who believes in the extraction of a stamina can remember the way the oral doctor knocked and beat you in your mouth while you lie on your chair and spit.

Speaking of which, are you a little scared of dentists? It’s not that scary, depending on the teeth themselves (growth direction, emergence, strength), plus the patient’s first body (some people are particularly sensitive and difficult to anesthetize), or the doctor’s level (anaesthesia skills, tooth extraction techniques, etc.), which has a different denture, with some of the little partners feeling nothing, and some of them feeling pain after a few days.

If there’s a problem with your teeth, don’t be afraid of the doctor.

When I was young, I pulled four teeth.

The first three are intellectual teeth, and the fourth one is similar, but it’s a tooth-retarding, and it’s sour, and I’ve written an article before detailing the process, and bold friends can look at it, which is really exciting.

Back when I was pulling my first tooth, I had just been in clinical practice, full of curiosity about all clinical practices, which completely diluted fear. In order to pull out the teeth of our students, we made an “Equivalent Exchange” — each contributing a more difficult upper brain teeth.

Yes, the exchange of medical students is so “fair”.

It turns out that the extraction process is very comfortable.

My classmates gave me a shot of stifling anesthesia on the inside of the target’s teeth and on the outside, with only a very slight sour feeling on the outside, with a slight loss of pain on the inside and for a brief period of about five seconds.

I lost my sense of my upper brain teeth and the surrounding teeth, almost half a minute after the detoxification, as if I had been separated from my body, and then all the instruments were punctured and touched.

It’s not “pushing” but “pudding” in the strictest sense of the word.

Let me describe the process very carefully. First, using a “tooth up” instead of “tooth pliers” is a metal device like a pick-up, which inserts a space on the outer side of the brain teeth, slowly stretches into one side of a small spin, and soon the whole tooth starts to loosen and starts to drop down. If you’re lucky, you’ll be able to “touch” your teeth, and if this one is more “recalcitrant,” you’ll be assisted by a toothcracker.

It sounds like a bit of a problem, but if you start calculating the time for pulling teeth from the teeth, my classmates only pulled my brain teeth for 30 seconds. My brain teeth were completely removed from my body, a little sad from my point of view, but they greatly increased the self-confidence of my classmates!

Then he simply fixed my toothbone and toothbrush and put two or three dry cotton balls in it, and it was still very unrealistic at this point, as if there was a layer between the cotton ball and my sensory nerves.

A very happy “solded” tooth-picking experience looks like it’s over here, and it’s actually important for the “sold after” experience.

Two hours after the teeth were pulled, the anesthesia gradually disappeared with metabolic effects, when the pain was like a river after the rain, the water slowly surged, and the slow, but not sharp, “silent pains” gradually hit.

The pain brought me back to my senses that the area was once again part of my body, that I was not very sensitive to pain, so I didn’t take painkillers, resistance, and medically-born romance.

The next day, I couldn’t help but taste salty blood in my mouth and lick my empty teeth.

In conclusion, if you ask me, “How does it feel to pull a tooth?” My answer should be “first day to pull teeth, next day to hot pot.”

He’s always flirting with his classmates, and he’s getting a trainee’s salary, which is a little small, but he can at least subsidize the cost of meals.

After all, for medical students, it’s just a new place to study.

It’s time to comfort yourself, and it’s “long-term benefits” to study medicine.

To exaggerate, as someone who thinks I can accept new things quickly, I actually had “out-of-pocket time” at the time of my internship.

For the first time in my life, I felt “knowledge is power” for a famous brand-named electric toothbrush “station” in exchange for my own expertise, which, although it was only a few hundred dollars a day, I was “down.” If, of course, I was a senior medical student and a medical practitioner was missing a certificate that allowed for a certain level of clearance in the science of the product.

What I need to do is to introduce participants to the use of electric toothbrushes, which in the early years were a relatively “preliminary” oral care product, which is not as good as it is now.

At the end of the campaign, the factory also sent their electric toothbrush as a memorial, which was still in use for almost eight years. But I’ve changed my head regularly!

Remember to change regularly when you use an electric toothbrush!

To return to practice, if a doctor says he’s never had a medical accident, I may judge that this is a little doctor with little clinical experience.

Why do you say that? In my view, it is likely that a trainee doctor has evolved to become a resident, a attending physician, and even a chief physician.

I’ve been through some mistakes, especially during the internship.

So then I fully understood why the intern teacher was even more nervous than the intern when he was in the intern’s business, because there’s a real minute to go without looking!

For the first time, I had a “medical error” in the process of “diplomatic side-dressing” and, having chosen an inappropriate root tube and method (but not self-aware), suddenly the patient felt pain and had bleeding from one of the tubes, I lost my head and realized that there was something wrong, and called the teacher to help him. The teacher looked at it and gave me an eye, saying that maybe the teeth would go through the trachea, that it would be sealed with disinfectant, that it would be another treatment under the microscope — of course I didn’t do it.

After that, I was full of self-congratulation and guilt and the teacher explored the cause and the solution of the accident, which would have had better therapeutic teeth, perhaps to recover with the skill of the teacher, but because I was inexperienced, needed to endure the pain of an additional treatment, and might have to pay an extra fee for it after a poor one.

There have also been incidents that, although they have not occurred on their own, have been heard, for example, of broken teeth in the course of treatment, of misidentification of teeth, of which there is a constant reminder that, as a future, or as doctors now, it is important to understand that any minor operational error on the part of a doctor may cast a huge shadow over the future life of the patient.

It may be exaggerated, but it must be acknowledged that, due to a lack of experience and a lack of practical skills, as well as some reckless and blind self-confidence, interns are much more likely to make mistakes than in-patients and more senior doctors.

But, because it was easy to make mistakes, did you refuse to allow interns to perform clinical operations?

Nope.

I say this may be idealistic, because, in reality, the medical student training system, which is somewhat complicated (but not difficult to implement), has become an incipient document, and in my career, I did see an intern “activist” “toolman” who focuses on toothwashing, a “typist” who loses a case for a teacher, and even a situation in which a teacher is held accountable when the intern disputes with the patient.

Before I was formally qualified as a doctor, I went through undergraduate and graduate studies in different cities in different schools, both of which made me realize that the most important thing for interns and patients — to be honest.

It is not known whether one of the readers has a “teaching number” in the hospital (generally cheaper and easier to hang) and, when I begin my clinical practice, the patient will be informed of the “teaching number” and the identity of his or her own medical practitioner, and the whole process will be conducted under the supervision of a physician (i.e. a senior-age doctor with student qualifications), not only in order to sign a written informed consent.

This is not compulsory, and the patient has a choice before treatment: whether to follow up with an intern.

Patients ‘ rights and opportunities for practice are guaranteed on a frank basis.

Not just medicine, but in any field, the grinding of professional skills is not one-off, and all growth processes are accompanied by bumps and bumps.

From simple to complex, from assistant to “master” — this is the most scientific way to train a medical student.

It’s not like walking out of the “new man’s village” is a cocoon, but there’s still a “hundred eighty-one” waiting to be captured. Now that you’re on the path to medicine, there will never be a “learning to finish” moment, and you’ll have to be ready!

“Students in Hard Nuclear Medicine North: First-line Clinical Scrubs” – Dr. lilac, etc.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.