In Alien III, when the heroine struggled to place her body into the biometric capsule of the spaceship and saw clearly on the monitor that she had an alien queen’s larva in her chest, her face was filled with shock, horror and despair.

When I got the results of the enhanced MRI scan of my head, I suddenly understood what Ripley had been thinking.

Ripley’s plan was to separate the Alien Queen from her body through highly developed surgical techniques, but it fell short. At the end of the film, Ripley grabs the alien Queen and throws herself into a hot furnace to die with her.

I was lucky compared to Ripley. Modern medicine may not be as good as alien, but at least it can save my life before it’s too late.

This time, I have off the two old patients recovered from also ushered in the two new patients admitted to hospital after I, one of the 24 years old guy, from another hospital in sichuan province to huaxi hospital emergency department, on the day of the transfer is already extremely urgent, west China hospital immediately to the young man’s father notice under the terminally ill.

This young man and I share the same ward. When he was transferred to the hospital next to me, he was unconscious. These days, I witnessed with my own eyes how the doctors of West China Hospital saved this young man step by step (it is a pity that I did not know the specific treatment plan). By now, the young man has been able to walk and chat with me normally.

The picture below shows a young man having lunch with his father in a hospital room. The hot May sun, its heat largely concealed by the shade curtains, shone softly in the sickroom, showering the father and son.

The ward was very quiet, the young man’s father concerned to remind his son to eat more food, as soon as possible to recover. “I can’t eat any more,” whispered the young man. At the age of 24, it is already the time when young people bid farewell to their parents and go out to make their way in the society. If it had not been for this serious illness, perhaps the son had not enjoyed the treatment of his father to pick up food for him for a long time, perhaps the father and son had not sat together leisurely lunch like now for a long time.

Outside one of the thin doors of the ward, there was another world of chaos: the ringing phones of the nurses’ station; The sound of iron carts rolling from ward to ward, filled with blood vessels, infusion bags and injections; The rhythmic beeping of an unknown instrument in the next ward; A few doctors in the hallway discussed in hushed tones the voices of patients who had just toured their wards, while nurses from other wards raised their voices to report changes to the nurses’ station. All of this reminds me of the human Resistance headquarters at the beginning of Terminator II.

The corridor, which connects the hospital’s inpatient and outpatient buildings, is often crowded with patients’ families during the day because it is topped with shady plants to cool off, and has wooden stools to rest.

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I walk through this corridor several times a day and find it is really full of life. Surrounded by a lot of luggage and daily necessities, they look like family members who came to Chengdu from other places. Beaming into his cell phone, he’s probably telling his friends and family that the patient is fine. I have also seen a man and a woman of the same age, in the shape of a couple or couple, locked together head to head in silence, beside a plastic bag of MRI scans. In fact, not only the corridor, the outpatient building, the inpatient building, the elevator, even the toilet, every corner of the hospital, you can hear the conversation around only one topic: disease and treatment.

Would like to have a heart, whitehead is not separated. The ancients just ten words, expressed the beautiful yearning for undying love. But no matter how faithful a love is, illness and death threaten it. These days, I am in a medical palace in southwest China, and finally have the opportunity to communicate with famous doctors who are regarded as gods and saviors by the majority of patients on THE GOOD Doctor App. Through his or her witty or serious answers and instructions to patients, I, a super-layman, can also feel how powerless modern medicine is in the face of some human diseases.

Just because the reality is so cruel, we should cherish the people around us more. I wish every reader good health and happy work. Thanks for reading.