1. When writing about doctors, the appearance, language, demeanor, movements, and psychology must be detailed 600 times.

Many people are great in their hearts. Doctors can cure a person, or even save a person from the brink of death, making every family happy, everyone happy, and the country stable. How I long to be a doctor.

Just last night I had a dream: a young girl was wearing a white coat, was this me? right! I became a respected doctor.

I was sitting in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, holding the pen tightly with my right hand and writing in a rustling manner on the paper with my left hand. Sometimes I frowned, sometimes I smiled...

Suddenly, an old woman over seventy years old walked in. She was leaning on a cane and coughing. I quickly walked over and helped her sit down, and immediately took her pulse. At this time, my cousin shouted to me: "Cousin, it's time to get off work. Stop seeing her. Ask her to come back tomorrow!" After hearing this, I said angrily: "Is this what a doctor should do? As a doctor, it is a doctor's professional code to save lives and relieve people's pain! Delaying the patient's treatment time is tantamount to failing to fulfill the doctor's responsibility. This is an incompetent doctor!" My cousin blushed after hearing this! , slipped away secretly!

I continued to see the patient, and it turned out that the patient had a high fever. I immediately gave the patient an antipyretic injection and antipyretic medicine. This treatment is free. Then he sent her home personally. After that, every week I would send her useful food and give her free treatment. Every time the old man held my hand and said with tears: "It's so rare that there are good people like you in the world!" "Doctors have a parent-like heart, and being a doctor is to relieve the pain of patients!" I always say this.

At this moment, a scream woke me up from my dream. oh! It suddenly dawned on me: it turned out to be a dream. But I believe that as long as I have perseverance, I will definitely become an angel in hundreds of clothes - relieving people's pain and bringing joy! Friends, do you agree with me? 2. A composition describing a doctor

A good paragraph describing a doctor’s patient

Fatigue V2P Parent-child Resource Network

Dr. Han performed the operation for more than ten hours. When the patient was lifted off the operating table, his eyes were still closed and he was unconscious. Later, he stayed by the patient's side for a week, and the patient was finally out of danger, and Dr. Han smiled with a tired look on his face. V2P Parenting Resource Network

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My mother is a doctor. She works very hard every day and sometimes has to go to the clinic at night. Such intense work all day long often made my mother's face look tired, but I never heard her say a word of bitterness or cry of tiredness. V2P Parent-Child Resource Network

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That familiar figure often appears in my mind. She wears a white hat and a white coat, her big bright eyes are full of warmth, and there is always a smile on her lips. Whenever I think of her, I feel particularly kind. V2P Parenting Resource Network

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This patient’s head was wrapped in a thick bandage, and the blood stains on his face had not been cleaned yet. His complexion was very bad and he looked very pale, probably because of the pain, and his expression was also rather painful. V2P Parent-child Resource Network

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As soon as she heard a loud cry of "ah", she sat down on the ground - it turned out that she got off While going up the stairs, I missed my footing, fell to the ground, and sprained my waist. V2P Parent-child Resource Network

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My mother is the "barefoot doctor" in the village. My mother is enthusiastic about treating the villagers, relieving and reducing the pain caused by the disease. Some patients had no money, but she still treated them. She also provides voluntary medical treatment to five-guarantee households and is deeply loved by the villagers. V2P Parent-Child Resource Network

Comments This paragraph succinctly describes the enthusiasm of the mother as a "barefoot doctor" and shows her noble quality. V2P Parent-Child Resource Network 3. A 400-word essay for a doctor, including her appearance, language, movements, demeanor, and examples

If doctors are angels, then I think it is only suitable for a small number of people. As a conscientious doctor, I would be very opposed to saying this to a doctor from a big hospital.

I think that for the sake of the hospital’s income, doctors in big hospitals usually get their bonuses by asking you to check here and there. An injury that only costs a little money will cost hundreds of dollars here. Even higher! For example, my grandpa has a bad heart. He went to a big hospital to see a doctor. Originally, it only cost a few thousand yuan to add a pacemaker. However, for the benefit of the hospital, they had no conscience and let us have more examinations and hospitalizations. , and even charged an observation fee. As a result, the cost changed from a few thousand yuan to tens of thousands of yuan. What a huge difference! In fact, if you don’t look around, you won’t get so much money! But those doctors deceive people like this for their own bonuses and the interests of the hospital! Is this the angel in white who has always been beautiful in our hearts? Can such a doctor still be regarded as an angel? I once saw a story: A man's wife was sick and went to the hospital for treatment. However, for the sake of profit, the doctors took away the man's tens of thousands of dollars and asked him to be hospitalized for long-term observation. But the man really didn't have the money. Because of the money, the hospital kicked the couple out. The man was completely angry when his friend found out that his wife didn't have to spend so much money at all! In a fit of rage, he took a bomb and died together with this hospital... Now these hospitals collecting money arbitrarily will sooner or later make the poor people hate them to the bone. Maybe this kind of tragedy will continue! So if doctors still have any conscience, please charge real money and become doctors for the common people instead of doctors for the rich! It's not too late yet. 4. Description of movements at the time, composition

Mom’s smile is the most beautiful side of everyone, but I feel that no one’s smile can compare to my mother’s smile in my heart. Because my mother’s smile makes me I learned to be strong, honest and brave. I remember that time, I had a high fever, because my parents didn’t pay attention, and I didn’t pay too much attention, so I just ignored it. After class, I started to feel uncomfortable all over. I finally got home. I lay on the bed exhausted, dizzy, and really wanted to vomit! There was no one at home, so I had to lie motionless on the bed, waiting for my parents to come home. I lay on the bed uncomfortably and fell asleep. After a while, my mother came back from get off work and saw me lying on the bed asleep. Then he shook me, and I opened my eyes weakly. My mother asked me nervously, "What's wrong?" I said, "Mom, I feel dizzy and want to vomit." My mother touched my forehead and frowned. My head said: "Why do you have a fever?" Then without even putting it in the bag, she put some clothes on me and carried me to the hospital. When I was lying on the hospital bed, my mother brought meals to the hospital every day, rain or shine. , and it made me happy. At that time, I was so moved. Seeing my mother’s warm smile, I became stronger! Another time, my friends and I went out to play and accidentally trampled someone else's flowers. We were as anxious as ants on a hot pot - running around. When I was about to run away with my friends, I remembered what my mother had said to me: "It doesn't matter if you have done something wrong. The important thing is to correct it and admit it proactively. This is a good child." She also smiled at me. Thinking of this, I felt a little bit like running away. I was shaken. Then I thought about it for a while and decided to take the initiative to admit my mistake. My friends all advised me not to go, but I finally mustered up the courage to admit my mistake with my friends because I didn’t want to regret my mother. Smile.! We went to the family's house to apologize and give us the money. The family praised us for being very honest... When we got home, I told my parents about the matter, and I saw my mother's smile towards me again. From then on , I am honest and brave no matter what I do. I love my mother’s smile. It gives me encouragement, courage, strength, and courage. My mother’s smile is the greatest and most noble in the world. People.

Since I was born, I have been bathed in the sunshine of maternal love. In order to raise me well, she did everything a mother could do.

What impressed me the most and made me even more grateful was my mother’s kind and sincere smile. When I made progress, she praised me with a smile; when I made mistakes, she criticized me with a smile; when I was proud and complacent, she poured some cold water on me with a smile; when I was decadent and frustrated, she smiled and gave me some motivation... …I am a small tree that thrives under the dew of my mother’s smile. I am a small flower that blooms under the spring breeze of my mother’s smile.

I am growing up day by day, but I don’t know why. My mother’s kind smile is no longer common, and is often replaced by a stern face. The only things that accompany me every day are my desk, lamp and countless exercises.

"Doesn't my mother love me anymore?" I came up with this idea again and again and denied it again and again. I remember my mother teaching me to write and memorize poems when I was a child. She washed my clothes in the cold winter and tidied my room in the hot summer... One day when I was nine years old, at one o'clock in the middle of the night, there was pouring rain, lightning and thunder outside.

I suddenly developed a high fever, and my father was not at home. My mother looked at me, then looked out the window, carefully put a raincoat on me, and resolutely carried me on her back and ran to the hospital. I lay on my mother's back and clearly heard my mother's rapid breathing.

My heart was about to break. I said, "Mom, let me come down and walk by myself!" My mother replied resolutely, "How can that be done? You have a high fever, how can you walk in the rain?" Wear your raincoat tightly, don't get wet." My eyes couldn't help but moisten.

It was raining and the road was slippery. My mother tilted and almost fell. After she stood firm, she asked me eagerly: "Are you okay?" I said, "It's okay!" My mother breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief. "That's good, that's good." Just like that, my mother carried me to the hospital with a deep kick and a shallow kick.

When exam papers come into my hands again and again, an inexplicable feeling always surges from the bottom of my heart to my chest. My nose was sore, but I held it back, I was afraid that my classmates would see it.

The bright red scores on the test paper told me everything. When my mother saw the test paper, the long-lost smile was written on her face again. She smiled and said to me: "If you fall, get up by yourself."

"This sentence accompanied me through more than a dozen exams. Spring and Autumn, it gives me strength and promotes my progress. I sincerely thank my mother. In the sunshine, I seemed to see a gorgeous halo rising behind my mother. It was a halo that only immortals had in ancient legends. This is the most holy light of motherhood that cannot be desecrated! To this light, we can only look up! What gives me endless reverie is Mona Lisa’s smile, and what gives me endless motivation is my mother’s smile.

My mother is a bank clerk. Time has long worn away the luster on her face, leaving "rut marks" on her face, but only her bright smile remains. From the time I can remember, what impressed me most about my mother was her smile: she taught me to sing children's songs with a smile, watched me learn to walk with a smile, watched me draw the sun with a smile... When I was a child, I was very naughty and wore clean clothes in the morning. Wear clothes and go out, play hide-and-seek with my friends, make clay figurines, catch bugs, crawl into haystacks, and compete in climbing trees... In the evening, I saw other children being carried home by their ears by the fathers who were looking for them, *** Still I was so frightened that I didn’t dare to go home and wandered alone on the road. It was my mother who pulled me home with a smile, gently took off my torn clothes, and gently touched my wounds. Apply red lotion...the happiness and calmness after stress, that feeling...the warmth accompanied me through my happy childhood.

When I went to school, my grades were not good, the teacher didn’t like me, and my classmates said I was stupid. When I got home, I cried because I didn’t want to go to school anymore. My mother smiled and told me the story of Einstein and the little bench. She smiled and said, "A man never sheds tears easily." I went to school happily. After one semester, I actually became the "outburst" in the class. household". 5. Essay describing medical treatment

Part 1: I was sick. As soon as I opened my hazy sleepy eyes, I heard my mother blaming my sister: "Why didn't you set the alarm clock properly?" I quickly looked at my watch and found that It's already 5:15, so I jumped out of bed quickly, because today I have to go to Hangzhou for a review of my stomach problem. The scheduled car leaves at 5:45, but now it's only half an hour away.

My mother and I rushed to the station. My aunt and cousin were already waiting there early, and my cousin also wanted to see a doctor. When my aunt saw us, she stamped her feet anxiously, saying that they waited until the day lilies were cold and thought we were not going today. She called my mother's cell phone before it was turned on and almost left by herself.

After a while, the car arrived. After more than two hours of running around, we finally arrived at Hangzhou Children's Hospital. The moment we stepped into the hospital door, I almost wondered if I was in the wrong place. Oh my God, is this a hospital? This is obviously a market! It was noisy, crowded, and there were several long queues in front of the registration window.

Why do people nowadays like to come to the hospital? There is such a long queue, when can I register? We have come a long way and we must rush home today! The most impatient aunt among us became even more anxious. She frowned and stood on tiptoe from time to time to look around, hoping to meet an acquaintance who could ask for directions, strike up a conversation, join in the queue or something. But in this place far away from home, such selfish thoughts are really in vain, and there is quite a helpless feeling of "nothing is worth it".

It seems that you can only rely on yourself. My aunt and my cousin split up with us. They went to buy medical records. My mother and I queued up separately, each facing a window, to see who would get to the other quickly to register.

The long dragon in front of the window seemed to be paralyzed, moving much slower than a turtle. The unique smell of disinfectant in hospitals mixed with the stench of sweat from the crowd, making people depressed and nauseated.

A few times, I was so crowded that I almost couldn’t breathe. Finally, after going through "all kinds of hardships", we finally squeezed to the window, but the doctor I wanted to see was only available in the afternoon. The morning appointment had been "sold out", so we had no choice but to buy the afternoon appointment.

Now I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. In order to cooperate with the hospital's B-ultrasound or gastroscopy, I came on an empty stomach. After all the tossing just now, I am already hungry and exhausted. If I don’t eat lunch, I will probably go into shock.

Seeing that I looked uncomfortable, my mother had no choice but to ask my other aunt’s classmate (who is now a doctor here) if she needed to fast for a gastric reexamination. Happily, the doctor brought me good news, saying that there was no need for a gastroscopy during the follow-up examination, which meant that I could eat as much as I wanted.

Haha! At that time, I was so happy that I almost laughed happily. In the afternoon, it was finally my turn to see a doctor. I handed my medical record card to the doctor. The doctor asked me some questions, checked my body, and said that I was cured. He would give me some medicine and I would not need it next time.

How long do you think the whole process will take? Oh, it’s less than ten minutes! But we waited so hard for these ten minutes. Going to the hospital to see a doctor, especially a big hospital, is not a fun experience.

I hope I am in good health, eat well, and never have to go to a place worse than the wet market again! Article 2: Seeing a doctor When I woke up in the morning, I suddenly found that my nose was so stuffy that I couldn't breathe at all. I immediately realized that I had a cold. Poor me, I could only breathe the fresh morning air through my mouth, followed by several consecutive sneezes.

I kept coughing while eating breakfast. My family suggested that I go to the hospital.

So at around eight o'clock, my father asked for leave and took me to Peking University Hospital. It was very cold outside, and when the cold wind blew, there were a few more sneezes.

I followed my father *** shivering without saying a word. After registering, I arrived at the pediatric clinic. Before I entered, a burst of chirping noises reached my ears. When I walked in, I saw many children being led by adults, doing everything.

Since I went earlier, I took the 31st. I looked at the screen and saw that it was only the 17th now. Hey, I thought to myself, going to the hospital to see a doctor is nothing more than waiting. Just wait a few hours. He really won't let you see me.

I had no choice but to sit down somewhere. His eyes quietly watched the changes in the numbers on the screen.

Gradually, there were more and more people, and the small outpatient department became crowded. The air in the hospital is not circulated at all, and bacteria and viruses are everywhere.

I really don’t know how to spend this waiting time. Let’s read a book, it’s so noisy that I can’t calm down to read it; let’s listen to music, but the player is at home, and I forgot about it.

What else can you do? I could only look around aimlessly. There is a little girl sitting in front of me. She has her head drooped and looks listless. The person sitting next to her may be her mother, holding a book and telling her a story. Although the content of the story is exciting, She didn't seem to listen at all.

Yes, the illness is bothering her, can she be attracted by the storyline? Look again, sitting next to me is a little boy, much younger than me, with a red face. I think it’s because of a fever! He sat on his mother's lap and chatted happily with his mother, without seeming to be sad at all. I also saw that there was a small wooden house in the upper right corner, where many children could enter at the same time. Maybe they didn’t know each other, maybe they didn’t know they were sick, but they all played happily, and looked at each other from time to time. When I poked my little head out, I found it really cute.

After waiting for nearly an hour, I finally arrived. When I walked into the consulting room, I saw an old female doctor with a kind expression on her face. She spoke in a very soft voice. She took a stethoscope and listened all over my front and back. Then she took a bamboo stick and put it in my mouth. After a few minutes, she examined me and finally concluded that it was bronchitis.

Fortunately, it was not serious. Later, I followed my father to get medicine. At this moment, I felt like I was going home and didn’t want to stay in the hospital anymore because more than two hours had passed. On the way home, I looked at the medicines prescribed by the doctor. They were all available in large and small boxes, including Chinese and Western medicines. Hey! I have to suffer again when I go home... Hello: A 200-word essay on medical treatment with supplementary answers. Part 1: I have been sick recently, so my mother took me to Guiyang to see a doctor.

After arriving at Guiyang Medical College, we first registered and then walked to the specialist clinic on the fourth floor. The doctor carefully asked me about my condition. I said: "Sore throat, spitting up, difficulty coughing and difficulty swallowing." Go down". The doctor prescribed it to me. 6. The Chinese composition contains 400 paragraphs describing actions, and the language must be beautiful

As soon as my mother saw Lychee, her face immediately sank: "What's wrong with you being a rich man? For such an expensive thing, you..." I interrupted my mother. She said: "It's such an expensive thing, why don't we give it a try!" Mother chuckled (ch9), her hand with sharp veins (m4i) kept stroking the lychee, and then scratched the skin of the lychee with the nail of her little finger, carefully I peeled off the skin (b1o) without letting the skin fall off. I held the lychee in my hand like a chicken that had just pecked the eggshell. I looked at it lovingly and couldn't bear to swallow it, and kept saying to me. : "How do you think it grows? Why is there such white meat in the red skin?" After all, it is the first time to eat it, and it is delicious after all! The mother is as happy as a child.

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2. The father is an authentic northerner. He has the tall and burly figure of a northern man, with clear outlines and That unique toughness. In my heart, my father is like a green pine. No matter it is scorching hot or rainy and snowy, he remains tall, straight, and unyielding. His broad shoulders and strong hands will always be my most reliable and strongest support.

My father is a real man! I once secretly wrote in my diary. According to my mother, my father rarely sheds tears. Back then, when my teenage father went to the countryside in distant Inner Mongolia alone, he was surrounded by long stretches of yellow sand with no one around him. No matter how hard and difficult the life was, he never shed tears. His father suffered an accident. There were more than a dozen major and minor injuries on his body. The pain was unbearable and I couldn't sleep at night. My father never said a word "pain" or screamed. He endured it silently and strongly.

In my memory, my father only shed tears three times.

The first time was when I was a child. I got "appendicitis" and went to the hospital because of exercising after meals. It was the Spring Festival at that time, and the doctors were not there, so I couldn't perform surgery in time. I was rolling on the bed in pain with tears streaming down my face. My father contacted doctors everywhere and finally sent me to the operating room. Accompanied by bursts of pain, I slowly woke up and saw my father’s bloodshot eyes and eyes. The slightly wrinkled skin on both sides of the nose, I knew that my father was crying. When I was young, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart. I never thought that my strong father would shed tears, and it was for me. My nose became sore and tears burst out of my eyes. While my father gently wiped away my tears, I understood deeply: no matter how strong my father's heart is, I will always be the softest part of it and will always be his fatal wound.

The second time was 4 years ago, when my grandma was critically ill and my father stayed by the bedside all night. The next day, when the doctor covered my grandma’s face with a brand new white sheet, I saw my father’s tears for the first time in my life. The hot tears fell instantly, covering the face that already had some wrinkles and freckles. The deep love between mother and son , blood is thicker than water, and I feel the uncontrollable pain in my father's heart.

Another time, it was for my mother. It was a very accidental conversation. During the words, I revealed my dissatisfaction with my mother's harsh criticism. While my father comforted me, he also cited my mother's good qualities. I don’t know which of my words touched my father’s heart. He said, your mother’s life will not be easy! Those tears - I really saw them - welling up in my eyes. He said softly again: "We must be good to her." I will never forget this sentence in my life. My father, who is not good at words, expressed his emotions in the plainest language. A mutual love.

My father never sheds tears easily. No hardships, hardships, strong winds or waves can destroy my father's strong will. Only family affection and love can make me feel my father's delicacy and tenderness. My father's three tears were for the three most important people in his life - his mother, wife and daughter.