It's a long story. I want to be a doctor for other reasons ... When the SARS epidemic swept through Beijing in April and May this year, the atmosphere of terror hung over Beijing, and suspected medical records kept appearing, which made people panic. At this moment, the soldiers in white are fighting day and night in this battlefield without smoke, regardless of their personal safety. There is such a hospital-Xiaotangshan Hospital on the front line of anti-SARS. There is such a touching story: a doctor fought in the front line from the beginning of isolation, and everyone let him rest. He always said: "I have worked in the front line for so long, and with some experience, I can perform my duties better." Changing people again increased the source of infection. Do I have to work for a while? " The good doctor hasn't contacted his family for months. He deeply buried his thoughts about his family in his heart and became more selfless in his work. Finally, he was infected with SARS, because it was found too late, and his family fell into deep sorrow. However, when the doctor was interviewed by reporters in the isolation area, although he had tears in his eyes, he firmly said, "Please hand over my body to a medical institution for autopsy, solve the SARS vaccine problem as soon as possible, and let more patients leave the hospital and go home for reunion as soon as possible." The selfless dedication of the doctor deeply touched me and everyone, and we were saddened by his death. He was only 36 when he died, so young. Life is so short for him that I can't help saying softly in my heart, "Good doctor, please go!" " "Sitting on the sofa, I remembered the doctor's help …
It was a midsummer, and the sun almost scorched the earth. I'm still playing around in the yard. While playing hide-and-seek, everyone searched all corners of the compound, but I was not found. When they searched again, they finally found me in the grass and I was in a coma. My mother came soon after hearing about it, picked me up and ran to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, it was almost time to get off work. The doctor gently picked me up and put me on the bed. After the diagnosis, I received injections, medication and massage. Until I woke up, I poured me boiled water with sugar until I felt better. I asked my mother to take medicine and send us out of the hospital. Seeing that it was getting late, she called a taxi for us and watched us go away. Mom and I are so grateful that we don't know what to say. We just kept saying, "Thank you! Thank you! " Since then, I have often told people about the help of doctors. More determined to be a doctor.
I know that being a doctor requires good knowledge and character. Only by studying hard and laying a good foundation can I become a respected doctor when I grow up.