Duty log of the third district in my heart, page 1: The morgue is full again, and there is no space left in the crematorium.
After the lockdown was lifted, the backlog of critically ill patients flooded in like a tsunami. The third area of the heart was transformed into the second area of ICU, and Zhang Yao and her colleagues were pushed into this endless collapse.
The moment the 89-year-old veteran opened her eyes, everyone knew that she had won the game. The 26-year-old girl said, "It is better not to live than to live." Zhang Yao said, "I never think about tomorrow, I only think about the present."
Zhao Yanjie bumped into the doorframe, and silently heard the screams of rescue in his ears. Wu Feifei covered her chest and said, "I'm going to die," and Zhang Yao said, "I'll die after doing this." Zhou Mo warmed a glass of milk for An An, and the corners of An An's mouth curled up.
Liu Yuwu stood diagonally opposite Zhang Yao. He didn't say much, but he always had orange candies in his pocket.
This is the story of a group of ordinary doctors and nurses, and also the story of a group of ordinary people.
When we talk about women's independence, many people ignore an important stage, that is, nurses.
Purpose: When we talk about women's independence, many people ignore an important stage, which is the nurse.