My ideal

Everyone has their own colorful ideals, workers, teachers, police, doctors... Every ideal is so beautiful, everyone is so persistent. For the sake of ideals, everyone is working hard to achieve it, and to make the magnificent ideal a reality.

How naive and childish I was in childhood. And I never thought about what my ideals are. I grew up day by day, matured day by day, and began to take care of my ideals. My dream is to be a doctor who has the spirit of Bethune, save the wounded and save the lives, save the life, wear a white coat, give a helping hand when the patient needs it most, give them hope and confidence to overcome the illness, and fulfill the "white angel" "The sacred mission, against the disease. In my mind, their profession is great and noble. Their selfless, fearless, dedication spirit makes me yearn for!

It was a midsummer, the sun was quicking the earth, and I was crazy in the community. When playing hide and seek, everyone searched the corners of the compound and found me. When they searched again, I finally found me in the grasshopper, and I was unconscious. My mother came to me soon after hearing about it. When I picked it up, I ran to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, I was getting off work. The doctor gently picked me up and put it on the bed. I diagnosed it, it was an injection and a medicine, and gave me a massage. Until I woke up, I poured sugar into the water until I felt better. I asked my mother to take the medicine and sent us out of the hospital. It was too late to see the taxi and helped us to taxi. We watched us go. Mom and I are so grateful that I don’t know what to say. I only know how to say: "Thank you! Thank you!" Since then, I have often told people about the help of doctors. More determined to be the doctor's determination.

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