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Chapter 22 After the epidemic, re-entering the department 3

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    And every time I feel like a fool.

    I still hate the way I stood there dumbfounded because I couldn't understand what the other party said.

    I'm not smart, but I don't want others to call me stupid in my heart.

    So I always want to do everything well, but sometimes the more I want to do things well, the more mistakes I make.

    There are too many mistakes, and I also feel that everyone is a little speechless to me, but my original intention is not that

    Years later, I got along with the few interns who were in the Department of Gastroenterology together, and naturally there were also people I didn't like.

    To be honest, sometimes I also feel that I am too narrow-minded.

    Just some small things, as for being angry?

    And if you don't know what to do because you didn't understand what the other person said, why don't you just explain?

    But I chose to keep those unhappiness and ignorance in my heart.

    The final result can only be that more and more prejudices against others will accumulate.

    But working together in the department, we can't be too obvious, so when we are close to her, we can speak in a normal tone, and when we are far away, we keep silent.

    Because of this, after leaving the Department of Gastroenterology, when I ran into that girl I didn't like in other places in the hospital, I would pretend not to see her, let alone say hello.

    Anyway, I am not practicing in the same department now, and everyone is wearing hats and masks, so what if I pretend not to see it?

    Do not come from the same school, and there will be no people who meet after the internship, just don't care.

    But the hospital said it was big, but it was only so big.

    When we meet again, there is always fate.

    In fact, I also thought about the situation where I was assigned to the same department as the girl I didn't like.

    What kind of scene should that be?

    Should we talk then?

    We are all interns in the same department, so we naturally need to communicate. After all, I have never told anyone about my prejudice against her, nor have I shown it on the surface.

    However, in my heart, I really hope that I will not be assigned to a department with that girl whom I am particularly prejudiced against.

    Years later, when I returned to my internship in Gastroenterology, I made too many silly mistakes.

    And I'm one of those people who doesn't like being around people who know too much about my history.

    So not meeting her again is the luck I hope for in my heart.

    Years later in gastroenterology, I stayed for another two weeks.

    And during those two weeks, the first week, I stayed in the ward.

    But in the second week, I was assigned to a specially built outpatient clinic on the first floor.

    Staying in the ward, I don't feel very interesting.

    And every day, to me, seems to be dawdling.

    Because there is no teacher to teach me anything, and no teacher asks me to do things for her.

    What's more, what can I do?

    Injection, I can't.

    Enema, I can't either.

    And all I can do is measure blood sugar and do electrocardiograms, as well as run errands and do odd jobs.

    It is precisely because of this that I said before that the Department of Gastroenterology is the most embarrassing place among the departments I have been in.

    Because when everyone else is busy, I am too idle.

    I am also a sensitive person, so sometimes even if the teacher looks at me more, I will think more about whether I have done something wrong, whether I should not have been standing in the nurse's station like this

    So even if there is a place to sit in the buffer room, as long as I am alone in the buffer room, I will not sit, even if my legs are really tired

    Thinking about it now, I was really sad when I stayed in the gastroenterology department cautiously.

    But fortunately, I am no longer as error-prone as I was when I first entered the hospital.

    And I have a deeper understanding of their local dialect.

    At least now I can understand 80% of the words.

    I will no longer just hide things I don¡¯t understand in my heart. Sometimes it¡¯s good to ask if I don¡¯t understand (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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