Welcome Home Dad
"Angel in white, welcome home! You've worked hard! "What is this sound?" It turned out that the second batch of medical teams supporting Wuhan in Hubei Province from Tangdu Hospital of the Air Force Military Medical University had returned triumphantly! And my dad was one of them.
My dad is an ordinary white-clad angel in Tangdu Hospital, he loves this job, usually works very seriously, often works overtime, and everything is patient-centered. At the end of January 2020, a severe infectious disease called "new coronavirus pneumonia" swept through Wuhan and quickly spread to the whole country, posing a huge threat to people's lives and safety. Medical teams were organized across the country to relax Wuhan and fight the epidemic. In this case, the medical team of the Air Medical University was "born", and they spared no effort to bid farewell to their families on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve and rushed to Wuhan to carry out rescue. The epidemic is raging, the disease is rampant, and more medical teams have been sent to various parts of Hubei. On February 17, 2020, my father was honorably selected into the second batch of medical teams from Tangdu Hospital and followed the team to the battlefield where there was no smoke of gunfire. Before leaving, my father told his brother that he was going to go far away to fight the virus, and later from the TV and mobile phone, I knew that this was a fairy tale told to their children by countless uncles and aunts.
Even in the dark of night, there is the company of the stars and the moon; even if it is dangerous, there is the perseverance of medical staff; even in the dark moment, the light of dawn will eventually come!
Dad and his comrades-in-arms worked in Wuhan for 50 consecutive days, and then were "medically isolated" for two weeks, during which time I could only chat with my father on the phone every day, looking at my father's haggard demeanor and the deep indentations left by the mask and goggles on his face, I was very sad for my father, and I missed my father. Today, Dad finally completed the task gloriously, triumphantly returned, and our family went to the hospital to meet Dad with great excitement. When I got home, I pestered my dad to tell me the story of his fight against the epidemic in Wuhan.
Dad told me that their station is a long way from the "Optics Valley Women's and Children's Hospital" where they work, and they have to take a half-hour bus to work every day, and many people fall asleep tired on the bus. When they go to work, they have to wear thick protective clothing to work, each time it takes half an hour to wear protective clothing, and after putting on the protective clothing, everyone becomes the same, if it is not written on the front chest and back of the name, I would not recognize Dad. After that, they had to work in the "red zone" full of viruses for 8 hours continuously, during which they could not drink water, eat or go to the toilet. The closed protective clothing made Dad a "big white", sweating under the protective clothing, foggy on the goggles, unable to see anything clearly, wearing two protective masks made Dad feel breathless. After work, they have to carefully take off the protective clothing layer by layer to prevent the virus on the protective clothing from contaminating the clothes inside, and they have to wash their hands once every time they take off, and they have to wash their hands a dozen times during the whole process, and it takes forty minutes to take off the complete set of protective clothing. After taking off the protective clothing, the clothes inside were completely soaked with sweat. Dad said that every time they took off their goggles and masks, they felt like they were back to life. It is in such an environment that they insist on working, fighting against the disease, saving lives, no one is afraid to retreat, they take risks, practice the sacred mission of the angels in white with practical actions, and they are brave "retrogrades".
Once, a newly admitted patient lost confidence in the treatment because of the long course of illness, and after admission, he was very emotional, clamoring to be discharged home, and after being rejected, he rushed to the window in despair and wanted to jump off the building. Dad's eyes are fast, rush up and hug him, the patient keeps struggling, Dad holds him dead and does not let go, in the process, Dad's protective mask is about to fall off several times, if the protective mask falls at that time, Dad has a great chance of being infected by the virus, hearing this, my heart beat faster, very nervous, really pinched a handful of sweat for Dad.
Now, Dad and my uncles and aunts are back safely, and I am very happy. Dad is my pride, my hero, the most beautiful retrograde in this war "epidemic". I want to follow my father's example, study hard, and be a white-clad angel who saves lives and helps the injured in the future.
Lintong Tiexiao: Wang Zexuan
Instructor: Wang Li
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