Where is the hospital?
It is a battlefield without gunpowder smoke, a barrier between two lives, and a door to the afterlife, but it is also the place where dreams begin.
This is a story about the growth of a little doctor and the struggle of a big doctor. It is the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of doctors and patients, and it is a story that takes place in the hospital.
It is not easy to be a doctor, and it is even more difficult to be a good doctor.
What has supported you till now? What forced you to give up your original dream? What used to make you laugh? What once made you heartbroken?
This is their every day, and it is also the every day of millions of doctors. Their lives are not stories, but stories are constantly in their lives.
There is a song that sings softly like this——
The original dream is held tightly in the hand; how can the place you want to go the most return halfway?
The original dream will definitely be reached; only when the true desire is realized can one be considered to have passed through heaven.
I am very happy that our tacit understanding has been so long along the way.
I am very happy that I have met all of you in this life.
[Renovation of old articles, "renovation of old communities" haha, please comment, please reward, please pay attention, ~]
Concept: Doctors are also ordinary people.