Yangtze River Daily - Yangtze River Network March 13 (reporter Liu Xuan) "Wuhan, my river city. I love you and ask for something. I want you to be at peace and rejoice in the long years that follow. On March 13, Wang Yue, a doctor from the First Affiliated Medical Team of Chongqing Medical University, touched thousands of netizens with "A Love Letter to Wuhan", and the words overflowed with fiery emotions and strong love for the city of Wuhan.
(Pictured is Wang Yue (left) and colleagues provided by themselves)
Netizens said, "Just like a girl in love, only someone who loves her will write such a beautiful and moving love letter." The Yangtze River Daily-Yangtze River Network reporter then contacted Wang Yue, and she told us the story behind this love letter.
After coming to Han for a whole month, The chongqing doctor wrote a love letter to Wuhan
"This letter was written on the evening of the 12th, and was specially selected to be sent on the 13th." Wang Yue, 32, told the Yangtze River Daily -- Yangtze River Network reporter that the 13th is the day she came to Han for a whole month, these days the bits and pieces of emotion are all piled up in the heart, choosing to use words to lyrically, but also want to leave some touchable warm memories for herself and her comrades-in-arms.
In the early morning of February 13, Wang Yue, who was asleep, received a call to help E. Without much time to prepare mentally, she went to Wuhan with the medical team that afternoon. "After arriving in Han, the first thing I saw and came into contact with were volunteers." Wang Yue said that seeing each of them stick to their posts, do what they can, try to overcome their own small difficulties, silently emit their own glimmer, and one moment after another makes her particularly moved.
"What touched me the most was the patient." At 1 p.m. on February 15, Wang Yue, who was supported by Wuhan First Hospital, entered the isolation ward for the first time. After she got dressed and went in, she felt panicked and uncomfortable.
(The picture shows Wang Yue's medical team supporting Wuhan First Hospital)
"Just as I was adjusting my protective suit, a male patient in his 30s came standing at the door of the office and not coming in. I got up and asked him what was wrong, and when he saw me walking out, he stepped back and kept saying, 'Doctor, let's stay away!' ’。 I suddenly realized that he was afraid of infecting me with the virus, but we were fully armed and dressed like this, just to get closer to them. At that moment, my heart was heartbroken and warm. ”
What moved Wang Yue was that every time a patient saw that the doctor was going to enter the ward, he would quickly pick up the mask and put it on. "Before I came, I was a little scared, but as soon as I came into contact with these patients, all the fears and discomfort in wearing protective clothing in my heart were gone." Wang Yue said that in fact, he just did what a doctor should do, but the patients gave them too much respect, understanding and gratitude.
"Wuhan warms me and moves me" Love letter in one go
"I am a native of Chongqing." Wang Yue told reporters that she had never been to Wuhan before, and had gone to Nanchang for business and taken the high-speed rail through Wuhan.
(Pictured is Wang Yue (left) working in the isolation ward)
"At that time, the train just drove past the Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge, and when I saw the wide river outside the window and the mighty river, I suddenly felt that the city was too atmospheric and beautiful! In fact, Chongqing also has the Yangtze River, but the river is narrow and beautiful, and I never thought that the Downstream Wuhan Yangtze River would be so imposing. ”
She confessed that at that time, she was thinking in her heart that she must come to Wuhan to have a look, to see Wuhan University under Luojia Mountain, to see the romantic cherry blossoms in the city, to see the Yellow Crane Tower written by the literati rioters... But I never thought of rushing to Wuhan in such a way and seeing this sick city.
What she did not expect was that the city and the people in the city were so tenacious, tenacious, hardworking and brave, "always warming me, touching me, which made me have the impulse to write." ”
It is understood that Wang Yue was born in a medical family, grandparents, mother, husband and two aunts are doctors, the father is a professor of Chongqing Medical University, in 2017 she graduated with a doctorate and entered the Department of Endocrinology of the First Affiliated Hospital of Chongqing Medical University. "My husband is an infectious disease doctor at our hospital, and if it weren't for the fact that he was going to be in the isolation ward, he would have come." Wang Yue laughed and said that he has loved to write since he was a child, but he is very busy studying medicine, and he usually has little time to write his mood, and this "love letter" is completed in one go.
A love letter to Wuhan
Dear Wuhan,
Hello!
I am a girl from Chongqing. Today is my 30th day in Han. 30 days, a whole month, not long enough, not too short. On this special day, I write this letter to express my heart to you.
I am a person who loves to travel, and I must do a detailed guide before I get to every destination. I've been to many cities and have never been here. I also thought that one day, I would come to visit you in beautiful makeup and full of expectations. But I never thought that my encounter with you would be so unexpected.
On February 13, 2020, a month ago today, I received a notice to come to Han in the early morning and arrived with the medical group by special plane on the same day. The first time I came to see you, I was in a hurry, my heart was heavy, and I was embarrassed to wear a messy hair that I had cut blindly.
After coming to Han, I have always lived in the street of Hexagonal Pavilion in Qiaokou District. When I went to work, I walked along The 4th Road of Minyi - Minyi Shangjie - Liji East Street to Wuhan First Hospital. After 7 hours, the same way back, turn right at the intersection that is about to reach Chongren No. 2 Elementary School, enter the station, and stay in the room until the next time you go to work. So I've been here for 30 days, but you probably haven't noticed me. I don't know that from the first moment I saw you, I had a crush on you.
It was the afternoon of February 13, when I arrived at Tianhe Airport with the team and saw some Wuhan people standing at the exit of the airport waving national flags to greet us. Shouting a welcome slogan, they guided us to a bus with the sign of "Volunteer Team of Guardian Healers". From the airport to the station, there are very few cars along the way, but at night you are still lit up by the shining lights of thousands of homes. "Who said it was an empty city, but behind every lamp there was a family sticking to it." I said to myself.
In Han, three meals a day are customized box lunches sent to the station. When I received a hearty breakfast for the first time, my eyes blurred. Think of the overwhelming news about you on the Internet, and think of your resolute closure of the city gate at the moment of the spread of the epidemic. Your cogs, which run day after day, are forcibly suspended, turning everything that is usually taken for granted into a luxury. At the moment, the locals who are busy in front of me, each of them wears the aura of "volunteer". There is no doubt that even if the materials are scarce and the personnel are tired, you still give everything you have and give us the best. Thinking of this dark time when you silently endured and paid silently, I opened the lunch box, took a bite of steamed bread and a mouthful of porridge, and tears flowed into my heart. At that moment, my heart was moved. Yes, on the day of February 14th.
And the next day, I walked into your room. Wearing protective gear, I looked in the mirror and could barely recognize myself. There is no elegant white coat, but a Look of Resident Evil fighting monsters, just like this in your hospital, hey, I'm really sorry. "It's still beautiful, come on!" I encouraged myself and turned and walked toward the ward in the polluted area.
"Doctor, let's stay a little farther away." That's the first sentence I've heard in your hospital room. At that time, my heart was warm, and I took a big step forward, holding the patient's hand: "Don't be afraid, we are dressed like this, just so that we can get close to you." No matter where they are, patients are never strangers to doctors. I walked into every ward, walked to every patient, listened to their demands, and tried my best to answer their questions. They said thanks, I said doctors treat diseases and save people, this is what should be. "No, you should be at home, you should be in Chongqing, you should not be here." An uncle sighed. "Blessed to share, there are difficulties to share, we are compatriots who 'drink a river of water together'!" I looked forward to the words "Chongqing" on my work clothes so that they would not feel that there was a distance.
For 30 days, the patients were discharged one after another. Grandma, 86, is also about to be discharged from the hospital. One day at 12:00 noon, she walked to the door of the doctor's office shaking against the wall, "Dr. Wang, Dr. Wang, I want to find Dr. Wang!" "I stood up and walked over to her, carefully distinguishing the Wuhan dialect she spoke." Eat, eat," I understood only the word she said. I turned to the nurse and asked, "Does this grandma need to be fed?" The nurse said that Grandma had just eaten. Grandma pointed at me again and said again, "Eat, eat." I got it, she was asking if I had eaten. Ignoring my answers, she just pulled me to her ward and stuffed me with milk and snacks that were usually distributed from the hospital. I was touched in my heart, thinking that if it were not for the fact that the things in the ward could not be brought out, I would definitely accept the old man's wishes.
The news of the closure of the Fang Cabin Hospital spread throughout the ward, which was the dawn of victory. "They're all going home, and when we get home, you'll go home, and it's over," one patient said. I removed my protection after work, and when the running water washed away my face full of strangulation marks, I let the tears flow quietly for a short while. But you still saw it, this scene, because on the way back that day, there was sunshine shining on me all the time.
You are the hero of the city, and your people are the people of heroes. During these 30 days, your volunteers have been at every post day after day. There are teacher Qiu of the Education Committee who guards us at all times and cannot take care of going home, there are teachers and students of Chongren No. 2 Primary School who donate materials and send refueling videos, and there are left-behind employees of the "Mr. Xie Hotel" who provide us with three meals a day. These people who are experiencing disasters but giving everything, each of them shines with the light of humanity, warms me, a foreigner, and warms your coldest season.
I met you at the end of winter, and it's early spring. The weather is warmer and everything is recovering. Although it occasionally rains, sunny days are more common. I heard earlier that spring is your most beautiful season, the white clouds on the Yellow Crane Tower are leisurely, and the cherry blossoms under Luojia Mountain are in full bloom. I could only stay in my hotel room, but I closed my eyes as if I could still see it all. I am an insignificant girl, but you are a glorious city. Countless passers-by throughout the ages have fallen in love with you, and they are praising the legend of "high mountain flowing water meets Zhiyin" here, sighing the splendid embroidery of "Qingchuan Calendar Hanyang Tree", and shocking the courage of "only seeing the skyline of the Yangtze River".
Forgive me for not having a better verse for you, but you must know that during these 30 days, I and my comrades-in-arms have struggled here, standing shoulder to shoulder with your people, vowing to win this battle to defend you. I can't tell you all the stories of these 30 days in enough space, but every drop of sweat and tears I shed on your land proves my heart.
Love is about giving, and you shouldn't ask for something. But I love you, but I want you to respond. I will leave you before summer comes, but I hope that one day when I return, there will be a bustling and crowded Qiaokou Alley, the classrooms of Chongren Elementary School singing and laughing, and the shopkeepers stopping me on the path and advising me to eat a bowl of hot dry noodles before continuing. By then, I'll be sitting with the locals and casually saying that I've been here, in the spring of 2020.
Wuhan, my river city. I love you and ask for something.
I want you to be at peace and rejoice in the long years that follow.
Heavy Medical First Hospital Aid Group: Wang Yue
March 13, 2020 in Wuhan
【Editor: Liu Ming, Dai Rong, Shi Jiyuan】