[Flying against the wind] A letter from home: "At this moment, I choose to stay!"

(Author: Wang Xiaolei, Deputy Director of Pathology Department, Medical Laboratory Department, Shandong Chest Hospital)

Dear Mom

Today is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month. There is still one day to celebrate the New Year. The weather in Jinan is a bit cloudy and cold, and there are fewer people on the street. At this moment, I miss you very much. The day before yesterday, you said on the phone: "Daughter, you haven't returned to your hometown in Shanxi for the Spring Festival for 11 years. You must wear more clothes when you come back! I guess I have forgotten how cold the winter in Datong is after so many years outside!"

Ah, 11 years? Has it been so long? Although I often boast of being a "post-80s generation", I will soon be 40 years old this year, and I am a mother of two children. In my mother's eyes, I am always a worried child who needs to ask for help.

I have been spinning like a top for so many years, and when I stopped, I found that I was so far away from my hometown. More than 770 kilometers, which is the distance from my hometown. When I was a graduate student, I had to take more than 14 hours' overnight train to get home every holiday.

Since I worked in Shandong Provincial Chest Hospital in 2008, I have never returned to my hometown for the Spring Festival, and I have never felt the enthusiasm of visiting relatives and friends during the Spring Festival. In the past 11 years, I have basically paid for the classes of December 29th, 30th and the first day of the lunar month in Cory.

Mom, I am very happy to be stationed in Jinan for the Spring Festival so that my colleagues from afar can go back for the Spring Festival. In January this year, the Beijing Zhangjiakou High speed Railway was finally opened to traffic, and the journey home became four hours. When you told me the news, you were as happy as a child. I was so excited when I got the ticket. I've been wandering for 11 years, and I can finally go home as fast as I can for the Spring Festival. How happy I am!

In the video last night, you showed all the preparations for welcoming me home one by one in the kitchen: steamed buns, beef and mutton, fried balls, drinks, dried fruits... I was drooling and my mother's food was the best. I heard that I was going home for the Spring Festival. You said that the whole family was very happy. The neighbors who saw me grow up told me to go to their home.

Mom, there is a new epidemic spreading recently. I'm afraid you are worried. I haven't mentioned it. In fact, all medical staff in our hospital have been put into a comprehensive state of preparation. Everyone is tired these days. The day before yesterday, after attending the expert consultation, it was very late when we returned home. Last night when I saw my mother's delicious food, I had a good night's sleep. I dreamed that I had returned to my dreamy hometown for the Spring Festival.

In March 2003, the SARS epidemic spread in an all-round way. At that time, I was a senior in clinical medicine of Shanxi Medical University, and was leading a team to practice in the respiratory department of the affiliated hospital of Taiyuan Medical University. One day, the hospital leader announced to us that there had been an infection case in the respiratory department, and all interns had to withdraw urgently. At that time, I was full of blood and passion for medical service, but I had no choice but to "escape" in the critical moment. I only hate that I was an intern at that time, and I didn't have the chance to fight with those heroes! In my dream, I shook my head when I faced the self who was full of ambition but had not yet grown up.

In 2008, I came to work in Shandong Provincial Chest Hospital. Although five years have passed, the heroic and heroic stories of the Chest Hospital in the fight against SARS were still widely spread and warm. In the battle without gunsmoke, our chest hospital was full of strength and responsibility. I feel extremely proud to be one of them!

Mom, in my dream, I seemed to be the green faced newcomer again. I was singing "The Sun Holding Life" with everyone on the stage, which is a courtyard song that can light up the passion of life.

In 2009, H1N1 was rampant! Shandong Provincial Chest Hospital once again took the lead and became a provincial designated hospital. I remember that on the New Year's Eve that year, I treated three critically ill patients with A flow in succession, including two pregnant women's blood samples and tracheal intubation samples. When I saw the negative results of the bacterial culture of the sample, my heart was gripped and I said silently, "Can they really survive? Come on!"

I know that at that time, many doctors and nurses in our hospital were wearing heavy protective clothing, dragging their tired bodies to the front line to protect these critical patients. Although "hiding" in the laboratory, my heart is with them. I will use the most serious work and professional technology to provide accurate and reliable experimental diagnostic data for clinical use. After the New Year, several critically ill patients became better and better, and finally recovered and discharged.

I remember when I saw their better and better inspection results, I thought it was a miracle! Mom, in my dream, I felt that I was no longer the little intern who "escaped" from SARS, and I could finally go to war with a "gun"!

Open the mobile phone and see the information of various work groups of the hospital: the first batch of designated hospitals for medical treatment of pneumonia caused by new coronavirus infection in Shandong Province was announced, Shandong Chest Hospital became the only provincial designated hospital, the Diagnosis and Treatment Plan for Pneumonia Caused by New Coronavirus Infection (Trial Version 3), and a letter to all staff and family members "The Logistics Support Department works overtime for the negative pressure suction ward", "Late Night Consultation of Experts in All Disciplines"

At the same time, all the deputy directors of the hospital need to take part in the Spring Festival emergency rotation, and all the comrades are ready for war. Mom, I returned my train ticket to home on New Year's Eve this morning. In the critical moment, the leaders and colleagues of the hospital worked hard day and night. Many people rushed forward and paid more than I did. Compared with them, my choice was so insignificant.

Please forgive my daughter. I will tell you all this after returning the ticket. My father has left early, and your only child can't accompany you to have New Year's Eve dinner. I'm sorry. You must be tired because you are old and have done so many things in advance. You should have a good rest and pay attention to your health.

Mom, at this moment, I am no longer the weak student of SARS, nor the young man who just started work in the past. I am a party member with 17 years of party age and a white clad soldier who has obligations, responsibilities and courage to stay on the battlefield! Mom, at this moment, I choose to stay!