It is common for surgeons to cut their hands. No matter how many layers of gloves you wear, a scalpel with a sharp iron can be easily cut. In the face of HIV and multidrug-resistant bacteria, there is no absolutely safe preventive measures. It's like swimming in a pool with piranhas. At the moment I entered the sacred medical hall, I swore in the name of Hippocrates. I am absolutely willing to treat every patient. I always take every patient I deal with seriously. But at the same time, I also hope that my safety and health will be guaranteed by 100%, at least it will not be damaged or even life-threatening because of work. You can call me selfish.

After studying for 20 years, I finally got my doctorate, and soon began my independent medical career. I admit that I can't afford the risk that my hand may be ruined for life. Parents are not doctors. Their view is that there are always unruly people in this world, and you don't have to suffer from them. If you encounter medical trouble or anything that threatens your safety, you have to leave. We don't want you to be wronged.

Our director is more direct: call again if there is medical trouble. You can stand here in white coats today. You are all one in a million. Never let others trample on your dignity. Give another example around you. In the cardiac surgery of the hospital next door, my brother had his hand cut off during the operation of ventricular aneurysm. HIV(+) was discovered after stepping down. Fortunately, he was not infected after two weeks.

I still can't forget the despair of that brother, and I can't imagine how he spent these two weeks. For some people, this is just lip service and easy to climb to the moral high ground. It is immoral to criticize others and examine human nature from the perspective of God. It doesn't matter whether they can do it themselves, at least they can do it easily in their mouths. But in the eyes of Keyboard Man, "you" must do it. And don't tell me "politically correct".

It's like walking on a tightrope of tension and oppression, only when you cut open the bodies of AIDS patients and hold their bloodshot internal organs and golden fat in your hands; Only you can swim within a few centimeters of their fingertips with a scalpel and cut off their beating blood vessels; Only when your surgical gown is slowly infiltrated by their blood, until your skin can feel this wetness and even hear your own breathing, will you understand. This kind of feeling can only be experienced. This is the distance between life and death.