In the winter of 2010, I stepped through the door of Jiangzhou No. 3 Hospital.

As a recent graduate intern, I believe that I will be able to obtain the qualification of medical practitioner in a very short period of time. I'm twenty-three years old, which is still very young. I believe in myself, and I will definitely have my own piece of the world! One day, when someone sees my parents, they will say, "Meng Yichen's father, Meng Yichen's mother."

I studied internal medicine, and when I first started studying, I thought that internal medicine would not have much contact with surgery, but when I started attending classes, I found that there was almost no separation between inside and outside. Studying internal medicine requires surgical skills, so that you can encounter emergencies without panic; Studying surgery requires a foundation in internal medicine so that you don't become a surgeon.

Looking at the somewhat dilapidated hospital gate in front of me, I took a deep breath

Good. Sister is here.

My parents have asked someone to say hello to me in the hospital for my internship. I was fortunate to meet the dean, his surname is Hu, he looks like many agency leaders, his top is slightly bald, his belly is slightly big, and he seems to be smiling Mimi's face, but there is no warmth in sight. After asking me about my study status, I was given a dormitory, and at the same time, a nearly 50-year-old doctor surnamed Zhao was called to arrange for me to intern in the first room of internal medicine.

When Dr. Zhao saw that I was personally arranged by the dean, he was polite to me. As soon as I entered the department, I saw that the students I came to intern with were under the leadership of Counselor Li, and warmly greeted the doctors in the department.

Dr. Zhao took the book from his desk, handed it to me, and I looked at the cover, which was a thick and almost rotten copy of "Diagnostics", and said, "This is a tradition in the department, you have to study it hard." After speaking, he said to the others: "This morning, all the interns will come." After saying that, he took a folder from the table and walked out first.

When the other doctors saw him go out, they all stood up, took their notebooks, large and small, and went out with them.

Before I came to the hospital for my internship, I had already been instructed by Counselor Li, and I was sure to bring a notebook to record all the important things that the doctor said during the ward rounds, including the diseases that he had seen before that were easy to misdiagnose, what methods of medication, and so on. That is to say, as long as you don't know what he said, and it is not in the textbook, it is better to record it and then digest it slowly.

As for "Diagnostics", let me learn how to write medical records.

I hurriedly put the book in my drawer, took a notebook, and followed the rounds.

Dr. Zhao is the chief physician of the Department of Internal Medicine, the largest physician in the Department of Internal Medicine, and all the doctors speak to him very respectfully, and the teacher calls him one by one. Our group of interns are even like quails, and even the cleaning workers in the department have called teachers.

Looking at Dr. Zhao, slowly asking about the patient's situation in the ward, and the scene where everyone wrote something in their notebooks with pens, I couldn't help but have a sense of reverence in my heart.

That's amazing.

I don't know when I will be able to be like Mr. Zhao. Let you all write along with me.

After checking the room, it was almost noon.

Mr. Zhao saw that we all wrote down a bunch of them in our notebooks. He smiled and said, "This habit is very good. Convenient for faster digestion of memories. On the first day, I would like to digress and give you a digression, don't think of yourself as an intern, think of yourself as a resident doctor in a hospital. ”

After speaking, his eyes turned to me, looked at me and said, "Xiaomeng, starting today, you will first manage the 3 beds in the 5th room alone." Director Zhang, you take her. ”

A chubby doctor next to him, who was nearly forty years old, said, "Okay, Mr. Zhao." ”

The other interns looked at me with envy in their eyes, and I was ashamed to see them.

Well, in your eyes, my sister's good luck is all asked by my sister's family