Use a mirror called death to see the weaknesses of human nature

Death is the coating on the back of the mirror, without which we would not be able to see anything.

—Saul Bellow, American writer

The American drama "Good Doctor", which broke the Internet a long time ago, has caused many topics, and in modern life, the doctor-patient relationship has become a relationship that needs the most attention. In the play, Shaun Murphy, a young surgeon with a scholar syndrome (in some kind of artistic or academic ability beyond ordinary people, 10% of people with autism have this syndrome), joins a famous hospital, San Jose St. Bonaventure, which makes everyone wonder: Can a doctor who can't establish a relationship with ordinary people really treat patients?

However, such a doctor, who was thought to have no way to treat patients, used his super medical skills to cure many patients with strange or serious symptoms. In the process of contacting people, he always shows the "unenlightened behavior" that ordinary people in the real society agree to be -- stubbornness. But when all the good medical results due to stubbornness are presented to the eyes of the world, some people who have not yet fully evolved into "thorough social people" (in other words, people who still have a little conscience) are more and more willing to believe in the doctor's medical skills and praise his benevolence.

After reading it, my point is that by keeping a distance from the world, we will retain the so-called "beyond ordinary people" observation. In other words, the value of some professions really needs to be defined by spiritual sublimation and moral constraints.

Inadvertently, I remembered a sentence that my Chinese teacher said when I was in school. He said: He believes that teaching is a profession, so writing or not writing homework is the student's own business, and everyone should be responsible for their own life. Although I agree with the second half of the teacher's point of view, everyone should indeed be responsible for their own life, but it is true that they cannot accept his first half of the point of view, after all, the teacher's profession is not just a profession, the master said: teacher, preach, teach, solve puzzles. Before we can become adults who are responsible for our own lives, we do need someone to lead us to grow up.

Recently, I read such a book, "From White Coat to Sick Suit: Exploring the Human Gap in Medicine", although the results are not too sad, but at the beginning of reading this book, there was always a lingering atmosphere in my chest.

In the book, everything begins with the words "death" and "loss." The story of all doctors and patients also unfolds from this exchange of identities.

The book begins with a first-person "I", and "I" loses my daughter at the beginning, "I" am a doctor who has clearly told the medical staff who rescued "me" at that time that "my daughter" is fine, and "I" am fine. However, none of the doctors present, especially the intern, listened to "me." Their focus is on those ultrasound films, all on those medical records, all on those examination reports and whether they can become a doctor in the future.

Excuse me, can no one really pay attention to "me"?!

In this book, the author raises a very real problem that has begun to be taken seriously even around the world — most doctors only focus on pathology, not on patients. The author also points out very sharply that under the strict hierarchy of hospitals, people are more inclined to consider the profession, in which case trust, love and empathy appear to be minimal.

Before becoming a patient due to physical discomfort, the author was also a doctor. When she was unfortunate enough to become a patient, she deeply realized from her hospital bed that what patients need most after they got sick was care, even a caring greeting. Suddenly remembering that my cousin once went to the hospital to check the tonsils, I was very scared, but the doctor I met that day was very patient and very friendly, and said to my cousin: "Don't be nervous, we started Ha." Come, cooperate, open your mouth, ah ~ "This was originally a small examination, but my cousin came back and kept saying that the doctor is really good, especially good!"

Writing here, it is more understandable that the author recalls the pain of his time as a patient in the process of writing. These words, which record her as a white coat and a patient, make me feel that perhaps people seem to be returning to the original more and more. Or, we have always been far from civilization, away from that true spiritual civilization.

In the fast pace of everyday life, more and more people hold a mirror called death, looking at the weaknesses of human nature hidden in the darkest corners. It's just that many people don't perceive the reasons, or don't want to face up to their own human weaknesses, just because the angles they stand on are different.

Finally, let's talk about the change in my reading experience. The style of the book from the initial gloom, to the later slow healing, and then to the help of more patients, you can deeply feel the author's hardships along the way. At a time when the final attribution of a job is more attractive than the morality of a job, I hope that more and more people have the "spirit of a good doctor" and slowly heal themselves and others in the encounters of a life that is not easy.