The days of leisure and happiness did not last long, and my life became busy, arrogant and confused. Sister Ming adapts quickly, perhaps because of the attraction of handsome guys, her personality, or the background of studying abroad and the truth that music knows no borders, which makes her feel like a fish in water in her new environment. Doctor Fan should not be able to adapt to it, but should be regarded as a return, after all, he has spent more time in Dublin than Mayor B.

And I was tormented, and the unparalleled suffering and difficulties followed, and I went forward and followed, so that I couldn't bear it.

The language barrier is nothing short of a barrier. I used to think that my level of spoken or professional English, although not first-class, should be able to cope with daily life, but when the bloody reality was placed in front of me, it was like five thunderbolts that made me both unable to stand and panic.

We have been taught textbook-style collocations and grammatical structures in English education since childhood, and when we actually get into the English environment, we find that we can only understand a certain word in a long sentence. The city hospital arranged for me and extremely rich professional learning content, the rotation experience of the whole process of the chest pain center and the participation in high-end meetings, the observation of various medical and nursing links, and the English language environment of the whole process made me feel like a fool. It's not easy to understand those professional words, it's even more difficult to understand and communicate, and in the end, it's really exhausting to extract the effective information in a mess of bird texts every day.

So in the city hospital, you will often see an Asian girl running around with a notebook and mobile phone translation software, she always looks up and smiles, frowns when she looks down, and frantically records and repeats all the time.

Sister Su saw that I was anxious every night, and shook her head directly at me and said: The only way. Sister Ming has a soft spot for Dublin's bars and streets, and often lingers frequently, often not returning until midnight three watches, although we have not been in Dublin for a long time, but she has a good understanding of the city streets, every night when she returns to my door, she has to carefully knock on the door, and then find me to hug her.

I have to summarize every night, she doesn't come back early every night, so it becomes a daily habit to wait for her. Sister Ming likes to wrap her slender arms around my neck from behind, and then slam her head on my shoulder socket, twisting it twice lazily, and her hair ties around my neck like a large stuffed animal.

"Sister Wentong, why don't you sleep yet!" Sister Ming almost always spoke in such a tone. "Huh, are you waiting for me?" and then pretended to be confused, and finally said, "I can't understand medical English...... I can't read it, I can't understand ......", she will let go of her hand and go back to her next room, and I can often hear the loud sound of her tossing and turning on the bed and the sound of "popping" power.

Youth is really endless, inexhaustible, and can be wasted of spirit and vitality, like a tireless perpetual motion machine.

Sister Ming and I live on the third floor, and Sister Su and Dr. Fan live on the second floor. My room faces south, about thirty square meters, there are windows, the European log style decoration is simple and unconventional, the room has a wardrobe and a single bed of 1.5 meters, all the facilities are available. I thought about the bed, so I brought my own bedding from China, pink, especially like my own girlhood style, when I first came, they laughed at this too cute style.

There was a writing desk by the window, and on the table was the Jasmine we brought back from Chinatown. I still remember that it was very cold that day, and Sister Ming missed hot pot after eating Western food for several days, and Sister Su was not at home on duty, so we drove to Chinatown to find hot pot to eat. Where there are Chinese, there is hot pot, and it is true that we opened our stomachs and ate the best large spicy hot meal this winter. The hot pot is not authentic, there is no hairy belly and no duck intestines, the boss is Cantonese, and the employees are their own junior relatives, such a configuration abounds in Chinatown, but it is still delicious, probably because of distance and longing, all the taste can be beautified into the heart. There is a pot of withered green plants on the cash register of the hot pot restaurant, and the boss doesn't say it, no one can tell that it is actually a pot of jasmine. The boss couldn't support him and wanted to throw it away, so I asked him to come back. I can't support it either, thanks to Dr. Fan.

Every night I sit in this space, sitting at my desk in front of the window, fighting to the death with the many information and knowledge points of the day. Dublin's late night is terrifyingly dark, and the city is far less lit than it is in the country, and everything from the tall buildings to the low-rise manor houses is completely dark as far as the eye can see. The sound of vehicles is still there, but it is by no means a constant stream of traffic, less hustle and bustle, more time to focus and get along with yourself.

When I get tired of reading, I will raise my eyes to look. Sometimes the sky is full of stars, shining a little bit, sometimes the moon is hanging high, the bright moon is in the sky, and sometimes a purple glow, like a ribbon. Midnight in Dublin was the early hours of the morning, and when I was sleepy-eyed and sleepy, and the little cutie over there was also in the arms of my grandparents, and when I closed my book and fell asleep under the persuasion of those on the other side of the earth, my dear husband had already put on a white robe, facing the morning sun, ready to make rounds.

We have so much time every day, I get up, they have lunch, I have dinner, they have midnight, I fall asleep, they wake up to the new day. I seemed to be following them all day long, but I was always eight hours behind them, and tonight I unplugged my headphones again and looked out the window, and the same emotions came back to me, and I realized and convinced that I missed them so much, so unable to separate myself from my life at home, so far away and so longing, that we were together.

Today was the first day in the emergency department of the municipal hospital, except for seeing the general process of receiving patients with chest pain, I found almost nothing, I looked at the notebook scattered records of some English and Chinese words, frustration immediately took the opportunity to run out and ridicule and mock me.

In a fit of anger, I closed the book, opened my phone and sent Luo Shaoqian a >I rarely contact Luo Shaoqian during his working hours, even a few words are insignificant, just greetings, gossip that is not in a hurry for him to answer. Some time ago, I learned that he could not directly apply for the MD degree, because of the refinement of the profession and the more rigorous postgraduate training norms, all non-clinical related directions at the master's level are not eligible to apply for the clinical professional doctorate, Luo Shaoqian did not tell me directly, but after he was successfully admitted to the master's degree in thoracic and cardiac surgery of the University of A School of Medicine, he told me everything.

Luo Shaoqian is the oldest first-year student in the graduate school of University A, and the funny thing is that most of his classmates and senior brothers and sisters have been his students. If you repeat a master's degree, you must also take the "road of no return" in the eyes of many people. For the sake of his ideals, Luo Shaoqian constantly gave up and re-chosen, regardless of the past, talent, or hard work, just such courage is extremely remarkable.