Two
Albert Einstein said: When I was a teenager, I already understood that the efforts and pursuits of many people were meaningless.
Many years ago, when I passed there again, I occasionally remembered those magnificent years, but it was like a lifetime away. The years are long, and things are not human. After years of new construction and renovation, the current appearance of the courtyard has been renewed. The new building, complete equipment, full of humanized facilities, and the introduction of a large number of young medical staff have revitalized the hospital, and the business is thriving, often difficult to find.
It's just that the green years that were once, the young people who used to fight tigers, the smiles that used to be like flowers.
Director Z of internal medicine ward 1, a northerner, a college graduate in the fifties, is good at the digestive system, and microscopic treatment is a good hand. Is a nearly sixty strong man, with a large jujube red face, a thick body with strong limbs, walking tigers and tigers, he often leads all the staff of the department to round the room, discuss the condition, study the treatment plan, but also like to touch the soul torture, the answer is red in the face, the soul is not guarded, but the director finds a sense of control and achievement from it. He also loudly reprimanded doctors and nurses in the ward, and the general staff respected him and hid if they could. Of course, he also has a gentle and rainy side. At mealtimes, he would also talk to a few male doctors, say some witty remarks, and enjoy it. His arrogant laughter was often heard in the department, and sometimes he couldn't catch his breath, which was really worrying.
There are several other doctors in the department.
K, graduated from a university in the south, aged forty, white-faced, no need, moderate body shape. Self-proclaimed famous university graduates, but low eyesight, business is not good. In the event of a complex and difficult case, the soles of the feet are greased and they escape. When the wind and waves calmed down, he could always appear at the right time. When the case discussion was carried out, the narrative of one, two or three points was clear, and I was convinced, this is really a talent. Ping Su likes to sneak pat the horse to flatter the leader, hand over the cigarette to the tea, a respectful haha-like, but put on an elite face, often showing an arrogant attitude of sacrificing myself, looking up at the sky with his eyes facing up, and the chin and the ground present a perfect 45-degree angle. He can't do anything else, but he can give birth. Suddenly, he gave birth to twins, two boys, and the family could keep him busy.
Old D, retired re-employed, single for many years. Don't look at his diminutive figure, walking in the rivers and lakes when he was young. He has been practicing hard qigong for many years, claiming to be a pair of iron sand palms, defeating countless heroes Haojie, considering himself famous and upright, and often practicing meditation in the valley. During the valley cutting period, it was said that oil and salt did not enter, and only light vegetables were eaten. Once, at a casual moment, I saw the old man quietly eating beef and mutton, and from then on I no longer believed in those fierce warriors who went on hunger strike. Old D claimed to have some special kung fu and liked to show off, but when I looked at his unassuming appearance, I really didn't think he had any special powers. He claims to be good at acupuncture and massage, and is particularly proud of his qigong. It is said that many visions can occur during the exercises. Someone saw with his own eyes that his big palms waved a few times and slapped a few times, and actually let an old man who had been bedridden for a long time instantly not want to be supported and walked freely, which became a legend.
Old H, who was also running fast to five at that time, looked slightly decadent, his hair was a little messy, his sleepy eyes were sleepy,often clipped a leather bag, sneaked into the department a few minutes before the bell rang, or flashed in. In winter, a wrinkled suit, tie, and gray shoes. In the summer, white shirts, neckline cuffs are a little yellow, long pants are hunched, wrinkled leather shoes, a broker's look, or the kind of lost. Old H is eloquent, smoking low-grade cigarettes while cynically debating international events with people he doesn't know. Often holding a few medical journals, reading like a decent, finding key paragraphs to copy down, easy to copy later. Occasionally whispering with a few people who look unclear, seeing people approaching, immediately hehehaha. Old H's business level is average, and he likes to show off, especially in front of young doctors. However, in the event of an emergency, in addition to fooling the family, they will also rush to close the door and flip through the practical internal medicine and clinical first aid manuals, looking for ways to deal with it.
Dr. C, a middle-aged woman, a kind but somewhat timid woman. Graduated from a medical school in the northwest, accompanied by the family of the military, and changed the defense with her husband's troops, she also went to several places and changed several hospitals, and her husband later transferred to the local political and legal department, and she also came to this hospital. She is still okay in business, that is, sometimes she likes to complain, not the personnel struggle of the unit, or the difficulty of the patient, or the child's poor study is talked to by the class teacher, or the drunkenness of her husband who often goes out to socialize makes her angry. She saw the section chief like a mouse seeing a cat, and she didn't have the slightest temper.
Directors like to have meetings and hold weekly science meetings. He sat facing north with the sun on his back, a row opposite the doctors, and under the sunlight, his figure suddenly looked particularly majestic. When he was standing tall in the conference room, discussing the direction of the department's business development and interspersed with some of the general trends of the Gulf War, everyone just listened, each pregnant with a ghost fetus, and no one would really understand and care about what he was saying. The director's voice was loud, the spit splashed around, looking around, alone and defeated, waiting for everyone's praise of the voice or expression, everyone seemed to be very careful to take notes, or smiled at him, or nodded their heads in agreement, while thinking deeply. The bell rang at work, the director said dry mouth, still not finished, today's meeting will end here. So, everyone hula made birds and beasts scattered, should leave work, should be off work, should be dating, should be busy private work busy private work, left at the speed of light, leaving the station on duty. In an instant, the office fell silent.
Three
On my days on duty, I like to watch TV. Bruce Willis was in his prime, and the bald man playfully shook his head and champagne, looking for clues to the case in the pile of women. Demi Moore is still very pure, a pair of big eyes helplessly looking at you in front of the TV, it is really an innocent era.
In the distance, the laughter and anger of young men and women came from the quarrel, and sometimes they were envious of them. The early years of this profession were destined to be just giving. When others are walking around, or partying in twos, threes, drinking beer and eating barbecue, or talking about passionate love and releasing physical needs to the fullest, you are waiting in a quiet corner, with no way to go about the future. The days go on like this, either writing mechanically repetitive medical records and records, or chatting with the little nurses for a few words, all of them have a master, and it seems that they are just talking in vain. You, a poor little doctor, don't seem to be able to get into their eyes. Either curled up in the duty room, smoking one cigarette after another to pass the long night, waiting for the terrifying telephone to ring in the middle of the afternoon, or the hoarse cry, or the rush to run, or the sound of slamming the door hard. At this time, your heart will definitely beat faster, you can reach more than 100, and your blood pressure will rise to a hypertensive crisis in an instant.
On the days of duty, reading becomes another effective pastime to pass the night. Adult books were needed, but the market was strictly prohibited, unought, and there was no Internet in those days. As a result, he could only read serious literature and was forced to improve his literary literacy.
That day, passing by a bookstore, glancing into the house, the neat storefront, the smiling waitress, seemed to be very beautiful, this elegant combination aroused my desire to read. So, I often visited the bookstore and bought some books. Unfortunately, within half a year, the lovely waiter left his job, but it made me feel sad for some time. During that time, I read the two best works, one was Yu Hua's "Alive" and the other was Fang Fang's "Landscape".
On the days of duty, Brother P often visits. It's not to accompany me to relieve the loneliness of the night, but to enjoy the air conditioning of the unit. Brother P was fleshy, glasses-on, fat and strong, northerner. Shy stomach, humming a little song, step by step, with a little wine, quickly jumped onto the bed in the duty room, I was always worried that the bed would collapse. He talked a little nonsense, scolded a few women, and fell asleep quickly. His snoring really made me envious, there was such a masterpiece in the world, one minute he was still bragging about his affair, and the next second, at the critical moment, he fell asleep.
Brother P, although he had a free time, he was also a little frustrated. Usually flirt with the little nurses, smoke inferior tobacco, drink bulk liquor, occasionally improve their lives, and come to a barbecue beer to treat their easy to hurt emotions. It is said that I like a woman for a long time, but I can't do it. At the end, it flew. Extremely disappointed in his unit and life, he later left at Sonic Speed, left his job, and in those years he continued to sing his story intermittently, and then disappeared and was no longer heard.
Brother W, who is more taciturn and always has an unpredictable look. Southerners, with ordinary appearances, like to write poetry and dream of publishing in one fell swoop. He also loves to study business, and often takes pathophysiology, physiology, and pharmacology to make up for it, claiming to re-learn the knowledge he forgot when he was reading. He belongs to the sullen type, looking at the girls and staying away, but often wandering around the girls' dormitories. I like a woman, secretly caring, inquiring about the woman's whereabouts, but it seems that there is no progress, sometimes a little decadent. Once, after drinking, he vomited his true feelings, which made the woman even colder to him ever since. Brother W was angry, vowed not to write poetry again, concentrate on work, improve business, and later decisively jump ship.
Little Z, a science and engineering student, works for a nearby company. I often came to the dormitory to make small talk, so I met. Northeasterners, relatively emaciated, but look very lean, a meal of liquor can drink eight or two never drink half a pound. Gradually, people are afraid of people and can drink too much. He likes to make friends, both men and women. He is a public relations expert, looking at ordinary people, but his mind is meticulous, deeply rooted in people's hearts, a few words can be familiar with people, is a will come, this is also his specialty, in the work really played a role.
Four
I hope to see the complexity of life, and my heart is still calm and calm.
In the nineties, people were still very simple. People's pursuit of material life is also very simple. Food and clothing are worry-free, with heating in winter and air conditioning in summer. On the days of duty, I leaned into the bed that emitted all kinds of smells, watching the black and white tv to pass the long night. In addition to boring work, sometimes I dream that I can fight like the protagonist in the play to go to the end of the world with a sword, travel the world, wander the world, and live a life of idle clouds and wild cranes.
One summer evening, I rode to the outskirts. The land was still in a barbaric state at the time, and there was a large river in the east, which was wide and gentle. On both sides of the river there are large tracts of barren land, and in the distance is a deserted forest. I lay on the secluded grass in the wilderness, looking at the dark night sky, counting the stars in the sky, dreaming that meteors might appear, but unfortunately the shooting stars never flashed, but there were countless fireflies that once gently skimmed around. These dancers in the dark, dancing gracefully, circling, chasing, undulating, like elves, leisurely sliding through the grass and escaping into the long night. Their faint glow added a little more light to the night.
In that green space, stayed overnight. During the day, it is a place filled with sunlight and clean air. It's dark, but it's a different world. In the dark night, in that wood, there was always the lust of men and women swelled here, and in the distance vaguely came a pair of primitive and suppressed sounds of men and women, causing one or two black shadows to rise and fall like ghosts, that is, two or three voyeurs, they crept closer, lying on the ground, with a monograph, a serious expression, and observed in detail the origin, rise, orgasm, and end of the couple's excitement. They are absolutely dedicated, or squatting, or lying down, or sitting, and they are not moving for an hour or two. The most disturbing thing in the field are the nameless mosquitoes, they are petite, flapping black and white wings, peeking at the blue blood vessels on your skin in the night, and they are fiercely aimed at it.
Although the world is wide, it is not a good garden after all: the fog and water are too big in the morning, there are many insects at night, and the rogue voyeuristic exposure manizers will occasionally gather here. Therefore, I sincerely advise people who love to spend the night in the wild, when going out, must bring all household items and safety measures, pay attention to waterproof, insect-proof, and anti-voyeurism.
Wandering is just embellishment, and the work has to continue.
On a summer night, at eight o'clock, Brother P ran in, this fat and strong guy, a northern cavity. While scolding the mother, he said that the dormitory was really hot and dizzy, and he was willing to sleep with me tonight and nag.
Oh, the bed next door, wipe it yourself.
Busy?
busy?! I am stationed here, who dares to talk about chaos, ah, all down-to-earth? No one harassed me.
Medical records and medical records are all written?
Tonight, first recharge, tomorrow morning to make up for it. Hahahahaha.
When the weather is hot, on the days of duty, in addition to writing endless medical records and records of the course of illness in the office, the rest of the time, I will also work in the franchise ward. The so-called office, that is, lying on the bed in the suite, turning on the air conditioner, letting the cold wind blow out slowly, and then taking a nap, or reading a book, or watching TV, or thinking about things. The day shift on the weekend is the most boring. The heat is thick, there is no wind, the heat is rolling, the cicadas make painful cries on the willow branches, and only the dragonflies can gracefully play by the river. In the evening, the sound of half-grown children playing in the park can often be heard in the distance, these teenagers are broken during the day, and at this moment, the world belongs to them. They are playing and consuming excess energy. Under the sunset, a few high-flying kites are fluttering in the wind, which can't help but fascinate me when I live in the besieged city.
Brother P will report on time after ten o'clock in the evening. In the dormitory, after having a full meal with a group of hungry and thirsty rats, he hummed a little tune all the way, opened his collar, drummed his hairy chest and abdomen, flirted with the nurse's office, and then walked in with a triumphant shaking, and then jumped on the bed, crunched, placed his fat body, casually took out a cigarette without a filter and swallowed it, and then he said a bit of nonsense, and then he purred.
One weekend night, Brother P had a little heart, and as a result, he was drunk and drunk, and he came to lie down early. It was almost eleven o'clock, and his red-faced confidant Xiao E came to him, saying that he was playing cards, and he was missing him, dragging him hard, half fruitless, when I was leaning against the pillow to watch a clumsy martial arts movie.
Don't you drag, before the middle of the night, he is not awake? Find someone else.
Ha, then go to you, come on, we need men's support now.
I won't. Ha, you two, it's quite comfortable, turn on the air conditioner, watch TV, sleep. It's hot outside.
Go, whatever, I'm on duty.