Medicine, benevolence also. What is "benevolence"?

Benevolence is love and compassion. The so-called "compassion for heaven and people" not only has compassion for all living beings, but also has unbearable suffering in the world, as well as deep sympathy for the suffering "people" from the heart.

Xia Zhao once summed it up like this: "Compassion is a kind of humanitarian feeling that is generally concerned about human nature and the condition of human existence."

However, from the moment of life, pain begins. Mental pain, physical pain, all together into a disease that turns into teeth and claws; What should have been a happy life is tormented by illness day after day. This kind of torture is difficult for others to understand unless they have experienced it personally; The patient's family witnessed the sadness of being powerless, and it was difficult for others to understand.

As a result, life often becomes lonely in times of suffering, and it seems that only the patient himself is face to face with the dark world.

Fortunately, even in the deepest darkness, there is a lamp called "compassion". The healer is the lamp bearer. What others don't understand, the doctor understands; When others pass by, the healer will stop, look into the patient's eyes, and greet with concern; When others have weak hearts, doctors often rejuvenate themselves......

Doctors and patients have long been tacit collaborators: the doctor travels on the raft, and the patient seeks to cross. Doctors and patients stand together on this shore of disease and pain, and start a journey of ferrying to the other side of health: in this journey, patients trust them, and doctors repay them with courage, compassion, diligence, and care......

Because of compassion, we understand; Because you understand, you take responsibility. No compassion, no healing! No matter what kind of social environment they are in, no matter what kind of misunderstandings and difficulties they face, the essence of doctor-patient cooperation has never changed and will not change.

However, there are still metamorphoses in real life.

On the one hand, the glow of idealism still inspires generations of practitioners. The great physicians of ancient times once wrote in the "Medical Preface"

said: "If you can't learn through the present and the ancients, you can't understand the heavens and people, you can't get close to the immortals, and the heart is not close to the Buddha, you would rather plough the fields and weave cloth to get food, clothing, and ears, and you can't be a doctor to mislead the world!"

Thousands of years later, this statement is still in my ears, and it is alarming. The reason why the medical profession is sacred lies in two points: one is that medicine itself has the characteristics of saving and helping others, and the other is the high degree of self-discipline that medical practitioners should have.

Not only is diligent practice and refinement of medical skills a part of a doctor's life, but also a doctor's self-cultivation is also required to be kind to sentient beings with a Buddhist heart. But in today's society, the medical personnel who hide their heroic complexes are also mortals who are running around for a living in the red dust. Let's ask, those doctors who saw 30 patients in half a day, rushed home to finish their housework, and stayed up all night to write papers to get promoted to their titles, how much Buddha heart can be left and laugh at the patients?

On the other hand, at some point, medicines and various examination machines became the masters of medicine. It is as if these cold pill machines are the heroes who help people resist pain and the heroes of achievement, while the doctors who dispense prescriptions and control the machines have become dispensable followers.

It's like when people arrive safely in port, instead of thanking the boatman, they just bow and cheer at the boilers on the ship. The drug machine has become the most valuable core in medical care, and the doctor has become the cheapest and insignificant existence in medical care. What a ridiculous twist!

In fact, compassion is a link between the doctor and the patient.

For doctors, they must first have compassion and then have the heart of parents, and then empathize with the pain of patients, and then "learn from the source of medicine, be diligent and tireless", and improve their medical skills and solve their pain with a high degree of self-discipline and continuous study.

For the patient, or the society that the patient represents, if more recognition can be given to the work and value of the doctor's work, it is not a kind of compassion - receiving love and giving back to be grateful.

As long as you live in this world, everyone knows the existence of life, and it is inseparable from the protection of medicine; To wear white is to dedicate. Life is entrusted, responsibility is related, and it is incumbent on us.

However, even if it is a real angel, there is a blessing from heaven, not to mention that these medical staff are just ordinary people in the red dust, so why don't they need to be cared for? However, in addition to demanding dedication to this group, does this society also think of supporting it?

In the prosperous era, there are countless people who try to change this distortion of putting the cart before the horse—accepting the labor of the doctor, recognizing the role of the doctor, giving the doctor a corresponding status, and allowing the doctor to experience dignity and value.

Because this not only reflects a society's recognition of "medicine", but also reflects the values of this society, that is, the universal recognition and care for people.

The great doctor is sincere, and the doctor is benevolent. Medical affairs are not easy, and the doctor-patient relationship, which should be in the same boat, has been alienated for too long for various reasons, and finally it is time for it to return. Doctors should be vigilant and patients should be respectful. The attainment of health is inseparable from the cooperation of both doctors and patients.

In the journey of protecting health, the compassion of loving oneself and others should be a lamp that illuminates each other with doctors and patients.

So, in these last days, can this kind of doctor-patient co-attachment and mutual illumination of the lamp continue? Xia Zhao felt that there were many difficulties ahead.

Of course, he tried his best to get rid of this embarrassment, but his hands and feet were bound by something and he couldn't move.

At this moment, a pleasant voice came.

"The truth of the Three Realms is broken. There are ten thousand things in heaven and earth, and ten thousand things are one. Mountains from mountains, rivers from rivers, spring from spring, autumn from autumn, wind from wind, moon from moon, flowers from flowers, birds from birds, eternity unchanged, heaven and earth are different. ”

"However, there are hundreds of people here, and they are touched by this mountain, this river, this spring, this autumn, this wind, this month, this flower, and this bird, and their state of mind is hundred; Thousands of people are touched by this, and their state of mind is manifested by a thousand; Hundreds of millions of people and even countless people have been touched by this, and their state of mind has manifested billions, even immeasurable. ”

"But what is the fruit of the physical realm, and who will care? The benevolent sees the benevolence, the wise sees the wisdom, the worried sees the sorrow, the happy sees the joy, and what I see is the true appearance of the state I receive. Therefore, it is said: Only the state created by the heart is true. ”

This voice was very familiar to Xia Zhao. Every word, every word, seemed to tell him: this is just a barrier, a barrier in his mind, and he must get rid of this mental barrier.

His heart - ah, his heart is still there, and his heart is still beating. He is alive and not dead. Everything just now was an obstacle. He wants to get rid of this obstacle. Healers deal with life and death every day, so why fear death?

……

Finally seeing Xia Zhao with his eyes closed, his face slowly returning to its normal color, Ning Xiao and Ling Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ning Xiao, it seems that your holy path is not in vain?" Lingwu couldn't help but praise. "It's hard for me to help if I go crazy like this."

"Where?" Ning Xiao was very modest. "Xia Shao once suffered from the zombie virus, which left him with demons. So, every time he advances, he hits this kind of threshold. This time, because of the fifth level, it is necessary to sense the laws of heaven and earth, so it is easy to be controlled by the demons. ”

"Hehe, even without this zombie virus, his inner demons still exist. Who called him a healer? Lingwu flapped her wings with a smile. However, what I didn't expect was that you were prepared for emergencies. ”

"It's hard to say! After all, I'm also a healer, and I can prescribe the right medicine!" Ning Xiao shook his head and vetoed. "Therefore, Xia Zhao can only be a special case. It's hard for others to say. ”

"Ning Xiao," At this time, Lingwu seemed to think of something, and became a little expectant. "Do you really want to smoke me?"

"Uh-huh——?" Hearing this divine stroke, Ning Xiao couldn't help but feel funny. "Why do you think I want to smoke you? Haven't you done anything irritating lately? ”

"It's not!" Lingwu lowered his head. "It's before—I don't want to carry zombies on them, and I've missed a lot of things."

"Listen," Ning Xiao held up Lingwu's little body and told it very seriously. "Lingwu, you are the noblest bird in heaven and earth. Let you carry people, and you will be subservient. So, who do you carry, we have no right to ask? ”

"Ning Xiao," at this time, Lingwu was so moved that he got carried away. "I really deserve to be the most just goddess in heaven and earth, I worship you to the top!"

"Worship me," Ning Xiao reached out and stroked its little head. "But please don't call me a goddess. It just embarrasses me. It is very difficult for me to become an immortal in this life, let alone become a god! You're going to embarrass me if you call me that. ”

"Oh," Ling Wu suddenly shrugged his head, not daring to say anything more.

"Ahh

A similar voice popped up.

Only this time, neither Ning Xiao nor Ling Wu moved. Instead, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now, someone has finally made the cut!" Lingwu was muttering to Ning Xiao. "It's not in vain that the master has gone to such great lengths to stay here and wait for them."

"Hmm-" Ning Xiao nodded in agreement. "It's good luck to be promoted to the next level."

"Ning Xiao, this level is to divide the supernatural ones into high and low." Lingwu pecked at the feathers on his body while responding. "Maybe in the future, many people with abilities will stop at this level."

"It seems that I still have to continue to hold the ability class," Ning Xiao replied after a moment's thought. "I don't know why, but there is always a voice in my heart telling me that in this day and age, there must be as many parapowers as possible."

"Ning Xiao," Hearing Ning Xiao say this, Lingwu was a little embarrassed. "I can't help you with that. But ......" Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he flapped his wings again. "I can help alien plants and beasts improve their cultivation."

"Then you go and help them!" Ning Xiao put his hands behind his back and stared at the desolation in front of him. "I always feel that after a catastrophe, there is a high probability that a bigger catastrophe will follow."

"There will be no peace for all walks of life! Don't you smell the smell of blood? ”

"Wow!" When Lingwu heard Ning Xiao say this, he closed his eyes and spread his divine sense. Finally, he also captured this faint taste that almost ignored the past. "Alas—it's finally coming." Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "The Last Days: The Fairy Wife Rampant Claw Book House" for free for the first time.