First, I will introduce the protagonist of this book, my good daughter (not all) Que Miaochun. Intersex person, biological father Que Qi died. The biological mother, Magpie Ginseng Ling.
And my latest favorite, Que Qi Shi, is a character I really want to write about.
I wasn't born into a sensation, but people reacted to my birth no less. After my father found out, I cried non-stop when I was born, as if I was mourning. People say that a child who cries will become an excellent doctor in the future. However, people did not expect that my life would be so strange.
I cried a lot when I was born, and the sound sounded like a wolf howling and a baby crying. The father didn't care. He believed that crying is an essential thing for every child when he is born. However, my crying suddenly stopped at midnight. People thought I had stopped crying, but that was not the case. My cries turned into moans, like wailing and pain. This sound is creepy.
My cries grew louder and louder, but the sound was like that of a wild wolf. After my father heard this, he immediately ran to see me. He found that my face had turned black, as if it had been swallowed by the night. My lips turned purple. When my father saw it, he immediately gave me a mouthful of milk. My cries grew quieter and eventually stopped. But when my father wanted to pick me up, my cry suddenly became more miserable, like the howl of a wild wolf. My father's hands were shaking from my crying, and he didn't dare to pick me up. The father was very frightened, so he invited Mr. Yin Yang from the village.
Mr. Yin Yang was also very scared when he saw me. He said: "This child must be possessed by evil spirits, but I dare not touch him. I can only let him fend for himself." After his father saw it, he was very anxious, but Mr. Yin and Yang said: "I have already said that I can only Let him fend for himself and don't touch him." My father felt very desperate, but he saw me crying and couldn't bear to let me suffer like this. So, he decided to leave me to fend for myself.
The next day, my father carried me to the mountain, hoping that the breeze in the mountain would take away my evil spirits. But he didn't abandon me, he just put me on the top of the mountain and left. I kept crying until dark. My father heard my cry and felt very distressed, but he didn't take me home. He just put me in a pit and buried me with soil.
I was buried in the earth, but my cry became louder and louder, like the howl of a wild wolf. When my father heard this, he was very frightened and didn't know what to do. At this time, an old man appeared. He was very surprised to see me buried in the soil. He said to his father: "My child, this child must be possessed by evil spirits, but if you bury him in the soil now, it will only make him suffer more." After his father heard this, he regretted it very much, but he could not save it. The old man said: "I can save him, but you must promise me one thing." After hearing this, the father was very happy and he promised the old man. The old man put him in a basket and fed me a snake.
When my father saw it, he was very scared, but he knew this was the only way. He visited me every day until I was eight years old. My parents are both doctors, and they hope that I can inherit their legacy and continue their unfinished business. However, I don't have much enthusiasm for it. In the eyes of my parents, I was a child who was not enthusiastic about medicine. They always lamented that I did not have the same ambition as theirs. However, I am not against medicine, I just want to understand and practice it in my own way.
I remember when I was a child, my parents always took me busy in the hospital. They are busy in the operating room, busy in the ward, and busy solving patients' difficult and complicated diseases. When I look at their tired figures, my heart is always full of admiration. I know that their work is not only to treat illnesses and save lives, but also to convey respect for life and care for humanity. I began to understand that medical ethics is not just a technique, but also a spirit.
However, as time went on, I found that medical ethics was changing. In order to pursue financial interests, some doctors have neglected their care for patients and even committed medical malpractice. This shocked and saddened me. I think that's why my parents were worried. Medicine, a profession once hailed as sacred, is falling apart.
I began to think about how to save the disintegrating medical profession. I understand that I must practice my understanding of medicine with practical actions. I began to pay attention to medical knowledge, attended medical lectures, and read medical books, hoping to improve my medical literacy. At the same time, I also began to pay attention to social issues, hoping to change social injustice through my own efforts.
I know this is just the beginning. I need more time and more effort to truly become an excellent doctor. I will study hard, practice hard, and save the disintegrating medical profession. I believe that as long as I persist, I will be able to achieve my goals.
I hope that through my efforts I can save the disintegrating medical profession. I hope that I can use my medical skills to cure the patient's disease; I hope that I can use my love to warm the patient's heart. I hope that I can become a real doctor, a doctor who can save the disintegrating medical profession.
I know that this road is not easy, but I am willing to try and challenge. I am willing to take on this responsibility and pursue this dream. I believe that as long as I persist, I will be able to achieve my goals.
I said to my parents: "I will not let you down. I will use my actions to save the disintegrating medical profession."
