Summer Internship in the Hospital

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Summer intern in the hospital
To fulfill the requirements to apply for graduate school, I started my internship as a medic last summer in a local hospital back in China. It was not only a great experience for improving professional techniques, but also I learnt the meaning of life and the responsibility I had on my shoulders.
I was both excited and scared on my first day. I was curious about everything that I could see, smell and hear. I was excited because everything was new to me. The office was very quiet, all the physicians were concentrate on their work. Everything in the office was organized very well. The equipments were gleaming as they attracted me to touch. The smell of the ink was still dimly in the air. I got a little scared when I stepped into the hallway. It was really crowded, people seem very busy no matter if they were patients or physicians. People were everywhere. It was really easy to pump into someone. Rapid footsteps made flap sounds on the marble floor. The smell of the hospital special antiseptic solutions was very pungent. The call bells in the wards were very sharp, and they were coupled with the red lights in front of the wards and white walls. I had never felt more nervous before. I felt dazed because I had no idea what I could do, but this was piqued my fighting will more. Overall, I like this place. The department where I worked in was called the comprehensive internal medicine ward, and it also included a rheumatology clinic. Though I had volunteered in hospital for a very long time in school, I’ve never got a chance to get in the real business as a volunteer. So I was eager to learn everything. My instructor was a really person. He was near my father’s age, so he took care of me like his daughter....

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...as in danger. I had completely forgotten the original intention of why I wanted to be a physician. I just wanted to show off. What the old man said was like an alarm bell. Since then, I have put in even more efforts than before.
My internship ended the week before the fall semester began. Three month was really not a long time, but it meant a lot to me. It was not only a great experience for clinical practice, meanwhile, I knew more about the meaning of life and the responsibilities I had. I was a new person since then with a new attitude. I was so lucky that I had a chance to change myself. Thanks to the old man. I hadn’t heard anything from him after he left the hospital, but I really wish that he is still alive. Ever since he talked to me, I didn’t feel proud when someone called me doctor anymore. I know that is who I will be, and there is nothing to be proud of.

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