My name is Mike. I’m one of the top students in a medical college, since my parents chose this major. People always look up on me as a roll model, even my friends tell me that I’m perfect: a handsome and kind person, who always try the hardest in everything. But although I have achieved outstanding results in the professional, I still don’t know what I really want. For a better finiancial state and more respects in the society? That’s probably the only reasons I can think about. What does studying medicine really mean to me? This question always kept bothering me in the middle of the night, until the point that I gradually loss my consciousness.
Wait…
Where am I?
I couldn’t see a thing. I tried to move my body, but failed.
but I could feel the dust flying across my face, the sound of shooting and explosions around me. People are moaning, crying, and yelling.
Smoke. Smoke everywhere. I was choked, and immediately sat up to opened my eyes.
I found myself in the middle of a battlefield.
"Hey! Medic over there! Get over here and rescue this soldier! He's been hit by shrapnel! "
Following the sound, I saw the soldier who’s shouting at me draging another soldier's body.
I staggered to my feet and patted the dust off my body. After brushing the dust off my arm, I realized that I was a medic.
Since when did i became a medic?
But there is no time for me to find more clues for this, as I was dragged by a soldier beside me: "What are you thinking? ! What are you hesitating about? Bandage his wound! "
I hurried to check the wound, with my mind buzzing. As I mechanically inspect his wound using my medical knowledge, I did not pay attention to what the soldier who carryed the wounded was saying to me. He took the gun and returned to the fight without saying more words.
It was quickly noticed that the wounded man's stomach had been ripped open, and blood soaked his uniform completely. I looked over his chest and saw his name, Lyon.
Quick…I need to find something to wrap the wound up. Looking around, I spotted a medical kit where i woke up. Immediately, I stumbled over and dragged the kit to Lyon's side. I expertly pressed Lyon's chest and bandaged the wound. All I can see is that Lyon's lips turned purple and his face turned pale.
If such a large amount of blood could not be transfused in time, he could be… And I did not dare to think further. I can only do what I can do. The new white gauze was dyed red by the blood, before I even had time to wrap it around.
What else can I do…what else can I do! !
Before I had a chance to realise, my clothes were completely soaked by sweat. I panicked. It was the first time I experienced such an intense situation.
What’s laying in front of me, That’s a young life! A pounding heart, just like me! A man with families, dreams, and a bright future!
Lyon's body began to feel cold as he continues to loss blood. I watched his body shivering.
“Please stay conscious! Stay calm! ” I yelled, while I covered his wound to minimise blood loss. He didn’t answer.
In an instant, the shivering stopped.
I stood there, watching.
All of a sudden, everything went quiet, and my mind went completely blank.
Tried to control my trembling hand, but I couldn’t.
Gone. He’s gone now.
I spotted something gripped in his hand. It’s a photo of Lyon, his wife, and their daughter.
At that point, I couldn’t hold back my emotions anymore. I cried and screamed at the sky, helpless.
Suddenly, I woke up with a shiver down my spine. My bed sheet and pajamas were wet with sweat. Looking around, I saw the familiar bedroom of my own, and the unfinished paper from college.
It turned out that everything was just a dream.
Since then, I became more determined about my future. I realised that the meaning of studying medicine is not simply about money and status, but about taking back life from death and letting people know the beauty of life.
What a tiny fragile creature we are.
My name is Mike. I’m one of the top students in a medical college, since my parents chose this major.
People
always look up on me as a roll model, even my friends
tell
me that I’m perfect: a handsome and kind person, who always try the hardest in everything.
But
although I have achieved outstanding results in the professional, I
still
don’t know what I
really
want. For a better
finiancial
state and more respects in the society? That’s
probably
the
only
reasons I can
think
about. What does studying medicine
really
mean to me? This question always
kept
bothering me in the middle of the night, until the point that I
gradually
loss
my consciousness.
Wait…
Where am I?
I couldn’t
see
a thing. I tried to
move
my
body
,
but
failed.
but
I could feel the dust flying across my face, the sound of shooting and explosions around me.
People
are moaning, crying, and yelling.
Smoke. Smoke everywhere. I
was choked
, and immediately sat up to opened my eyes.
I found myself in the middle of a battlefield.
"
Hey! Medic
over
there!
Get
over
here and rescue this
soldier
! He's
been hit
by shrapnel!
"
Following the sound, I
saw
the
soldier
who’s shouting at me
draging
another soldier's body.
I staggered to my feet and patted the dust off my
body
. After brushing the dust off my arm, I realized that I was a medic.
Since when did
i
became a medic?
But
there is no
time
for me to find more clues for this, as I
was dragged
by a
soldier
beside me:
"
What are you thinking? ! What are you hesitating about? Bandage his
wound
!
"
I hurried to
check
the
wound
, with my mind buzzing. As I
mechanically
inspect his
wound
using my medical knowledge, I did not pay attention to what the
soldier
who
carryed
the wounded was saying to me. He took the gun and returned to the fight without saying more words.
It was
quickly
noticed that the wounded
man
's stomach had
been ripped
open, and
blood
soaked his uniform completely. I looked
over
his chest and
saw
his name, Lyon.
Quick…
I
need to find something to wrap the
wound
up. Looking around, I spotted a medical kit where
i
woke up. Immediately, I stumbled
over
and dragged the kit to Lyon's side. I
expertly
pressed Lyon's chest and bandaged the
wound
. All I can
see
is that Lyon's lips turned purple and his face turned pale.
If such a large amount of
blood
could not
be transfused
in
time
, he could be… And I did not dare to
think
further
. I can
only
do what I can do. The new white gauze
was dyed
red by the
blood
,
before
I even had
time
to wrap it around.
What else can I do…what else can I do! !
Before
I had a chance to
realise
, my clothes were completely soaked by sweat. I panicked. It was the
first
time
I experienced such an intense situation.
What’s laying in front of me, That’s a young life! A pounding heart,
just
like me! A
man
with families, dreams, and a bright future!
Lyon's
body
began to feel
cold
as he continues to loss
blood
. I
watched
his
body
shivering.
“
Please
stay conscious! Stay calm! ” I yelled, while I covered his
wound
to
minimise
blood
loss. He didn’t answer.
In an instant, the shivering
stopped
.
I stood there, watching.
All of a sudden, everything went quiet, and my mind went completely blank.
Tried to control my trembling hand,
but
I couldn’t.
Gone. He’s gone
now
.
I spotted something gripped in his hand. It’s a photo of Lyon, his wife, and their daughter.
At that point, I couldn’t hold back my emotions anymore. I cried and screamed at the sky, helpless.
Suddenly
, I woke up with a shiver down my spine. My
bed sheet
and pajamas were wet with sweat. Looking around, I
saw
the familiar bedroom of my
own
, and the unfinished paper from college.
It turned out that everything was
just
a dream.
Since then, I became more determined about my future. I
realised
that the meaning of studying medicine is not
simply
about money and status,
but
about taking back life from death and letting
people
know the beauty of life.
What a tiny fragile creature we are.