It has been said that everybody deals with hospitals. When www.biquge.info was born, there was always a beautiful nurse aunt who slapped her on the buttocks, and then you announced to the world with a loud cry that you were here. When you die, or when you are about to die, it seems to be a little more lively, a group of doctors and nurses surround you, one will compress the heart, one will inject adrenaline, and the other will defibrillate. When these methods are useless, and the doctor announces that he has done his best, the family will temporarily stop fighting for property, and suddenly rush in from outside the monitoring room and cry around you, but you can no longer hear it.

Is that really the case? Not necessarily. Lao Xia: In the remote mountainous area of Lu'an, Anhui Province, there are many, many people who have never been in the hospital in their lives. The hospital is not the place to witness the two most important moments of your life, the place that witnesses the two most important moments of your life is home, more specifically the bed at home. When I was born, I called the midwife to my home, and the enthusiastic women who had been born and raised in the village also came to the house spontaneously, some helped to boil hot water, some cheered up the mother, and some waited to see if you were a "girl" (girl) or a "little four" (boy). When you die, to be precise, when you are about to die, that is, when the hospital will use all kinds of advanced methods to try to keep you, you don't have to do so much work in the bed at home. A group of relatives will wait for you quietly by the bedside, maybe someone will sobbed silently, maybe someone will secretly wipe tears, maybe someone will cry, but this situation will basically be supported by a few reasonable relatives to leave your bed and go to a place you can't hear. Fear of disturbing your soul and leaving solemnly. When your dead spirit is really gone, your body systems have stopped functioning, and the village elders say that you are "gone", at this time, your family, including sane relatives, will cry unscrupulously, as if you are crying for your life, but you can't hear it anymore. This is the same no matter where you die.

In Lao Xia's hometown, it is very unlucky to go to the hospital. Major matters such as life and death are done at home, and most of the small things such as illness rely on "resistance", and a small part of them go to the "barefoot doctor" in the village to take a "pill" or ask the doctor to come to the house to give an injection. Occasionally, when the "barefoot doctor" exclaimed, "Hurry up to the town", the family in the village was alarmed, and everything from transportation to the preparation of medical expenses had to be discussed.

Lao Xia's father was the only "barefoot doctor" in the village, and Lao Xia often followed his father to the village to see a doctor when he was a child. The people of the village were very polite and respectful to his father, including him. "It's not strange to have many people", the people in the village are very polite about the envelope, and they are very polite! One by one, they called "Doctor Xia", and they couldn't stop nodding and bending down to express their gratitude and apologies for "visiting the doctor". Lao Xia's father always smiled and instructed the patient's family to boil water. When the water boils, put the syringe and needle in a bowl, pour the freshly boiled water and scald it, and then wait for it to cool, and then aspirate the liquid medicine and give the patient an injection. After the injection, separate the syringe and needle and place them together in an aluminum box. When my father finished packing up and was about to get up, the villagers paid for the medicine and were busy letting them stay for dinner, of course my father knew that it was a kind word, how could he let the villagers break the bank?

Lao Xia's father was a doctor himself, and he made sure that his son must also become a doctor, a real doctor. In the eyes of Lao Xia's father, he himself is not a real doctor, or a real good doctor. Is there any really good doctor who would let his wife die under his nose when she gave birth? That is to say, Lao Xia died the moment he was born.

Therefore, Lao Xia's father must make his son a real doctor, a real doctor wearing a white coat and a stethoscope like the doctors in the town hospital and the county hospital, not a "harmful spirit" like him. Lao Xia was admitted to medical school, carrying his father's expectations and his father's hatred!

Lao Xia was at school, eating bran vegetables and wearing "really good". Don't fall in love, just read books. When he came home from winter vacation, his father would consult with Lao Xia about various medical issues. It also includes the question of where the spleen is located and why the "danger triangle" is called the "danger triangle". Lao Xia would wonder every time he answered such a question: Maybe his mother was really killed by a quack doctor like his father. It was only later that he learned that his mother was supposed to have died of an amniotic fluid embolism. Not to mention such an illness in the village, even in the provincial hospital, many times it is helpless.

Gradually, Lao Xia learned a lot, and he no longer doubted his father's medical skills. This is not to say that he affirms his father's medical skills per se, but that he sees clearly the living environment and medical environment in which his father lived. Although my father only knew one thing about many medical problems, he didn't know the other, but for that remote mountain village. There is no medical equipment and medicines, and doctors have to deal with various diseases such as internal and external gynecology and children. Simplicity and practicality are the most important, you don't need to know why the "danger triangle" is called the "danger triangle", as long as you know that there are boils and the like in this place, don't squeeze it. Lao Xia's heart has a lot of respect for his father.

Both from the father's point of view, and from the mother's point of view. Lao Xia has no reason not to be a good doctor.

The saying is largely true that where the hard work is, the harvest is there. Lao Xia's roommates, some who are keen to play games, will get a lot of game currency, some are keen to drill the woods, they will get an unexpected "good pregnancy", and some are keen to study, like Lao Xia, can go to major hospitals to apply for jobs with a rich resume in high spirits.

Bachelor's and master's degree studies, full scholarships, first prize in the intern operation skills competition, etc., pushed Lao Xia to the largest hospital in the provincial capital--- Renai Hospital. And as a talent introduction, he directly entered the hospital's largest and best department--- neurosurgery.

In the eyes of the leaders of Renai Hospital, the Department of Neurosurgery of Renai Hospital has the most advanced intensive care unit in the country, the best neurosurgery experts in the country, and the highest bed utilization rate in the neurosurgery department of the whole hospital and even in all hospitals. In the eyes of the patient's family, this is a paradise for bringing their loved ones back to life, and it is also a hell for sending their loved ones away. In the eyes of the patients, we don't know what it looks like in the eyes of the patients, because the patients here are in a coma most of the time.