Injection composition

In daily study, work and life, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed, concise and understandable language. , to transform into an external language form that is developed, has a standardized grammatical structure, and can be understood by others. So have you ever understood composition? Below is the injection composition I compiled, for reference only, I hope it can help everyone. Injection Composition 1

On the afternoon of the exam, I suddenly felt a pain in my stomach, numbness in my mouth, and pain in my heart. It seemed like food was overwhelming and rushing towards my throat. I immediately rushed to the toilet like an arrow. With a sound, I vomited out all the food I had eaten for lunch.

My mother dragged me and hurriedly took me to the hospital for treatment.

After the doctor’s diagnosis, my God, the doctor actually asked me to get an injection!

My heart seemed to be filled with ten thousand small buckets, and my whole heart was in a state of confusion.

Soon the nurse came holding the needle. Oh my god, the thick needle tube is like a pillar, and the thin and pointed needle is like a spear. I was afraid and timidly holding my hands in front of my chest, not daring to stretch them out.

Finally, I mustered up the courage, bravely stretched my hand forward carefully, and kept chanting: Nurse, be gentle, be gentle!

Auntie patted my head and comforted me and said: It will be fine in a moment, it doesn’t hurt! It doesn't hurt!

However, I don’t believe it at all. How could such a thick needle and such a sharp needle not hurt my fair and tender skin?

Just when I was thinking wildly, my aunt had already inserted the needle into my skin.

Hey, it doesn’t really hurt.

The aunt quickly pulled out the needle.

I looked at my arm, and it turned out that there was only a small red spot left, like a mosquito bite.

It turns out that the injection is not as painful as imagined.

Through this incident, I understand that you can't just look at the appearance of everything, don't be fooled by the appearance, you have to try it yourself to know the truth of things. Injection composition 2

On the first day of winter vacation, I returned to my grandma’s house. Unfortunately, I experienced a high fever.

I remember the day I returned to my grandma’s house, I played with my brothers and sisters. We all jumped and ran together. We sweated a lot. We all took off our thick coats and continued to dance and run. Ah, I am so happy. In the evening, I suddenly felt dizzy and cold, so I told my grandma. After taking my temperature, she said: "37.4 degrees, low fever. No need to take medicine. Just rest for a while." But. , the more I slept, the more dizzy I became, and my body became colder and colder. "Grandma, I'm so cold." Grandma covered me with two quilts, but I was still so cold that I huddled up and kept shivering. When grandma saw how uncomfortable I was, she called my mother and asked her to rush back to grandma's house. After about an hour, I no longer felt cold, but felt very hot. My face was flushed, my mouth was dry, and my tongue was dry, which made me even more uncomfortable. When I was in a daze, my mother came back.

My mother immediately sent me to the hospital. It turned out that I was running a high fever because I was cold and hot, and I needed an injection immediately. I asked my mother: "What kind of injection?" Mom said: "A buttock injection." When I heard about a buttock injection, I was immediately afraid, and quickly said: "Mom, I'm afraid, I don't want a buttock injection." Mom was busy She comforted me and said, "Good boy, don't be afraid, it won't hurt." I believed my mother's words. When the nurse aunt hit my butt with a sharp needle, "It hurts." I screamed, and my mother hugged me. He comforted me and said, "It's fine, it's fine, it doesn't hurt anymore." But I still burst into tears. Later, my mother went to get medicine, I took the medicine and went home. The next day, my fever went away.

This high fever is really unforgettable for me.

Injections Composition 3

I am afraid of the mention of injections. I believe injections are something that many people hate, right? Today, I went to the hospital that smelled of medicine!

In the morning, my mother took the I went to the hospital. The doctor checked for a long time and said slowly: "Well, it's a bit serious. Let's get the injection first!" Oh! My God! Need another injection?! Is there any mistake??! Alas, no matter what, the injection It must be taken!

After my mother paid the money, she asked me to sit on the chair next to her and wait. "Do a skin test first!" the nurse said softly. Ah? Skin test? Growing up, I was not afraid of injections. What I was most afraid of was the skin test! But in the end, the nurse grabbed my hand and gave me an injection - it hurt so much! I almost screamed out. But in the end he bravely endured it. I swore in my heart that I would never do a skin test again!

After the skin test, I had to get an injection twenty minutes later. Seeing my poor hands being pricked with needles and applying medicine, my heart ached!

After the needles were pricked, I sat down carefully on the bench and did not dare to move. He also watched other children getting injections with great interest. The poor children cried and screamed, shouting: "No beating! No beating! Woo woo hoo..." But who would stop beating them because of the crying?

The one who made me sympathize the most was a child because his hands kept moving. As a result, whichever hand the nurse hit would swell. "How pitiful..." I couldn't help but sigh.

While taking the injection, there was another thing that made me very angry...

An old woman was looking at the medicine bottle worriedly. After looking at it for a long time, she felt more and more uneasy, so she I called the nurse: "Ms. Nurse!" "What are you doing?" Hearing this tone, I felt a surge of unknown anger. I calmed down my anger and continued to watch. "Miss, am I almost done with this injection?" "It's still risky! You're so anxious to give it up!" The old lady had to lower her head in disappointment. I wanted to have a little argument with the nurse, but I held back.

Tick tock, tick tock, a few hours passed. I looked at the slowly decreasing amount of medicine and thought to myself: "When will I finish the injection?" Injection Composition 4

Every time I When I saw the nurse giving the patient an injection, I recalled the scene of my first injection.

That time, I had a fever. None of the medicine at home can cure the disease. My little mouth is dry, and it doesn't feel moist even if I keep drinking water. Her little face was burning red and felt very hot to the touch. The little strawberry-like nose was breathing hotly, and the small black gem-like eyes were also a little red. Grandma said: "My grandson, let's go to the hospital to get an acupuncture!" I asked curiously: "What is an acupuncture?" Grandma said with a smile: "An acupuncture is like a mosquito bite, it doesn't hurt at all." I ordered it. He nodded and said, "Okay! But you have to buy me potato chips." Grandma said, "As long as you get an acupuncture, I will agree to anything."

We took a car to the hospital. As soon as I entered the door, I heard the crying of the children. I was a little scared: "I won't take the acupuncture. The acupuncture must be uncomfortable." Grandma said hurriedly: "They are crying because their parents didn't buy them food. I will definitely give it to you." Buy it." Grandma coaxed and led me upstairs.

Coming upstairs, we walked into the ward. I saw a nurse, who was in her twenties and as tall as my door. She had her head twisted, her eyes fixed on the bottle, and her white mask was put on her ears. There is a cart behind the white coat with many medicines on it. I heard the child's cry again, and didn't want to take the injection anymore. When grandma wasn't paying attention, I slipped out of the door and accidentally bumped into a nurse: "Kid, let me give you an injection." After saying that, grandma took the injection. I was pressed on the bed, and the nurse took a needle and pricked my hand. It hurt like a knife. I cried loudly: "I won't take the injection!" The nurse said, "Don't cry, the more you cry, the more painful it will be." I cried and said, "Don't cry if it hurts!" Everyone laughed.

I will never forget my first injection. Injection Composition 5

One morning, the school doctor announced to us the news that we would be vaccinated. When we heard the news, the students in the class exploded and divided into many factions.

The first group is called the "frightened group": "Huh? You want an injection?" "Oh, that hurts!" Some even hugged their shoulders, trembling slightly, looking extremely scared.

The second group is called the "Calm and Calm Group": "Isn't it just an injection? You make it look like you are going to the battlefield." "That's right, who has never had an injection? Is it that painful? "Some even looked at us strangely.

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The fourth faction is called the "silent faction": no one knows what they are thinking, and there is no movement at all after hearing the news of the injection.

After chattering like this for a while, we were organized into teams by the teacher and came to the health room in an orderly manner. After arriving at the clinic, as soon as they saw the needle in the doctor's hand, the situation was completely different: the original "frightened group" now became more frightened; and the "calm group" now screamed louder than the "frightened group"; " The students of the "secret style" also started to shake their feet. Under such circumstances, the students still had the courage to go up and get the injection one by one, as if a warrior had gone and never returned.

"Next classmate, please come in," the doctor said. Ah, it was finally my turn. As soon as I entered the health room, I felt like ten thousand rabbits were jumping in my heart. I saw the doctor taking out a long needle: wow, the whole needle will not go in, right? A twinge of pain interrupted my imagination... After I came out of the health room after the injection, I felt that it was not as scary as I thought before.

This "near miss" shot is finally over! Injections Essay 6

Injections are something that everyone has experienced since childhood. Although I am no stranger to injections, I tremble all over when I mention them.

I remember one time at noon, I lay in bed without covering anything and fell asleep. At night, I had a high fever. The next day, my mother told me to send me to the hospital for an injection. As soon as I heard the word "injection," my heart was pounding with fear and I said, "I don't want an injection!" "No!" My mother said, I had no choice but to Agreed.

When I arrived at the hospital, I was greeted by an unpleasant smell that made me feel sick to my stomach. After a series of examinations, the doctor said: "He has acute bronchitis and must be injected." I immediately felt horrified and said in fear: "Uncle doctor, can't we just give up injections?" My mother comforted: "Yun Shuo "Don't be afraid. The injection won't hurt. You will feel much better after the injection." "Is that true?" I was dubious, but I had to agree because I wanted to let my body recover as soon as possible.

When I arrived at the injection room, I saw many children crying and becoming frightened again. The nurse aunt first tied my left hand with a bandage, and then used a sterile cotton swab to apply it repeatedly. I became more and more nervous. The nurse aunt saw that I was very nervous, so she said to me: "Look!" When I turned around, the nurse Auntie inserted it along the blood vessel, and I felt as if I had been bitten by an ant. By the time I realized what was happening, the injection had been completed. I felt much better and went home with my mother.

From this incident, I understand a truth: we must face everything bravely, and no difficulty can stump us. Injections Essay 7

To tell you the truth, in the eyes of my classmates, I am a "violent woman who is not afraid of anything. But I have one thing that I'm afraid of - injections.

That day, the doctor from the hospital came to our school to give vaccinations, and our class was assigned to injection room No. 2. Although there were signs on the wall saying "please keep quiet", there were still some students in the previous class who were very noisy. Weeping for father and mother, some were eager to give it a try, and some were chatting and laughing.

It was our class’s turn soon. The students said encouraging words to each other. One said that the injection did not hurt at all, and the other said that the injection would not hurt at all. Say, no, it's like being bitten by a mosquito.

Everyone said something to me, and I also boasted and said: "Haha, isn't it? I don't know how to cry. Whoever cries is a coward. It's a deal!" In fact, when I say this in my mouth, I don't know how to cry. I am very scared, but in order to maintain the image of "no fear of heaven and no earth" in the minds of my classmates and to embolden myself, I can only say this.

"Please bring in class 407 now!" the doctor shouted, and we walked in. I walked slowly and was at the back of the queue. I was really scared, but in order not to be laughed at by my classmates, I had to say I was being humble. Soon, the classmates in front got their injections, and no one cried. It was my turn. When I saw the needle in the doctor's hand, I was so frightened that I shed goosebumps all over the floor and trembled. "Doctor, give me the lightest injection." The doctor agreed, but I was still worried, "The lightest, the lightest one." "Hurry up." "Let others go first." "Everyone else is fine, just You’re left, hurry up.” I reluctantly stretched out my arm, and the doctor rubbed my deltoid muscle with iodophor. The needle seemed to smile evilly as it ran toward me and pierced it. I said "Wow" and burst into tears, not caring about my image.

Although getting vaccinated is scary, it can prevent germs and protect our health. I still understand this truth. It seems that this kind of thing will happen again in the future. Injections Composition 8

Once, I had a high fever and needed an injection immediately. As soon as the word "injections" was mentioned, I was already very scared. I begged my mother not to get injections, but my mother insisted on getting injections in order to make me recover quickly. well! I had no choice but to get the injection.

When I arrived at the hospital, I felt uneasy as soon as I smelled the hospital smell, as if all the bacteria were hidden in the smell. I saw a sea of ??people in the hospital, most of whom were children. My mother took me towards the scary injection room. When I was about to go in, I saw a little fat boy crying loudly when he came out. In my eyes, the injection room immediately seemed like the most terrifying magic box, a man-eating mouth. I'm almost in, my heart is already in my throat.

When I entered the injection room, I saw a doctor holding a big needle. It was very scary. My legs were shaking and my heart was pounding. I felt that getting an injection was the scariest thing in the world. I sat on the chair. The doctor first gave me some water, as if to show his authority, then tied my hand with a rubber band, applied medicine, and put cotton on my hand. Finally, he pointed the needle toward my little The small hand swooped over.

The needle came down. For a moment, I felt that I would be dead after the needle penetrated the skin. I closed my eyes and waited silently. Suddenly, I heard my mother’s laughter and finished the injection. I walked out of the injection room with doubts. A little boy wearing a small vest who was queuing up saw me walking out of the injection room safely. He stopped in an instant. Crying, he rushed over and asked me how to do it so that the injection would not hurt. I slowly described the situation when I entered the injection room and the little vest, and then said to the "little vest": "As long as you are brave, you can get the injection." It won't hurt." Injection essay 9

Annoying, "Cough cough cough..." The violent coughing woke me up from Doraemon's dream. When I woke up, it felt like there was a fish bone stuck in my throat. My mother frowned and said in shock: "Ah, the cough is so serious! I must go to the hospital immediately."

When we arrived at the hospital, the hospital was crowded with people. Dad hung up and it was finally my turn. I entered the clinic, my cough became worse, I felt dizzy, and I said fearfully: "God forbid, please don't let me get an injection!" He held a tongue depressor, pressed my tongue, and checked my Throat. Then he took the stethoscope and moved it back and forth on my chest. After the examination, the doctor said kindly: "The throat inflammation is serious, it's a bit bronchitis, and I need an injection." As soon as the doctor finished speaking, I wilted like a frustrated ball.

I went for the skin test dejectedly and reluctantly. The nurse picked up a needle. I closed my eyes tightly, gritted my teeth, and with a click, the skin test was completed. I felt like A mosquito bit me, and the nurse took out a cotton swab and pressed it on the spot where I had just inserted the needle.

Fifteen minutes later, the results finally came out. The nurse said: "I'm not allergic, I can get an injection."

The nurse took a can of glucose and four small bottles of solid powder. . The nurse took out another plastic bag with a huge syringe inside. The nurse took the syringe from left to right in order, concentrated on sucking the bag inside into the syringe, and then squirted in the glucose. The nurse then shook the glucose mixed liquid, and then took out the indwelling needle. The nurse untied the cap on the needle, opened the cotton swab box, took out a cotton swab, dipped some iodine in it and wiped it on the back of my hand, and then spread a layer of alcohol on it. The nurse took out the needle and greeted me with a smile and amiability. I said, "Don't be afraid, it only takes one moment." The nurse was chatting with me while inserting the needle with me. The glucose liquid dripped down drop by drop, and I felt a chill in my blood vessels. After a while, I fell asleep. By the time I got up, the liquid had been finished. I said to my mother: "Actually, injections are not scary. I am not afraid of injections anymore."

I must eat more fruits and vegetables to avoid getting sick less in the future. Injection Composition 10

I have a fever again. As soon as I arrive at the hospital, there are queues everywhere and people are crowded. I am almost squeezed into a pulp. Do I have to squeeze my body before seeing a doctor? Finally it was my turn, and the doctor said I should be put on an intravenous drip. Fortunately, her aunt was there, and she quickly ran to the injection room to queue up. The most surprising thing was that there was no one at Taiwan 1. Her mother said: "I'm so lucky to get the injection today, no need to queue!"

As soon as I reached out, I saw that the nurse seemed very nervous and trembling, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to inject well. She patted the back of my hand many times, and then slowly injected the needle in. Maybe she was still too nervous, because her hand shook, and my left hand became swollen. I felt a little pain on the back of my hand, and the swollen area was bruised. My mother was a little angry and told me not to come here for injections next time.

The head nurse said quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this is a trainee nurse." The mother was shocked, "No wonder there is no one at this window, we are still standing here to give her a blow." The head nurse suddenly Calling: "Next, come here." She pointed to another nurse and asked her to give me the injection. I reluctantly stretched out my right hand again. This nurse was not as nervous as the previous one, but as soon as she picked up the needle, she seemed to clamp her thighs tightly. She closed her eyes when the needle went in, and my hand swelled again. Oh, oh - my mother said angrily: "This guarantee is still a trainee nurse!" This time my mother was so angry that she almost cursed.

The nurse captain looked at the interns and shook his head helplessly. In the end, he had to roll up his sleeves and give me the injection himself. This time I finally didn't suffer. It’s really unpleasant to be used as a “guinea pig” for injections by a student nurse. Next time I would rather queue up in a crowded place. Injections Composition 11

Speaking of my injection experience, it’s really hard for me to describe it in words!

After school last week, I fell on the bed when I got home. My head felt dizzy. I took my temperature and found that I had a fever. My mother quickly took me to the Sixth Hospital to "visit" the doctor.

"If there is inflammation, it can be cured by applying salt water." A doctor said. What? Want an injection? OMG! Suddenly, tears of dissatisfaction burst into his eyes. Like a mouse, I scurried outside the clinic. No, I imagine injections are very painful! My mother asked me to do an experiment, but I didn't want to go anyway. My mother and the nurse tried to reason with me, but I couldn't listen!

My mother couldn’t persuade me, so she took coercive measures. She pulled me into the injection room. One of the two nurses held down my hand and the other held down my body so that I could not move. When it was over, I closed my eyes, clenched my fists, and shouted, "Someone, help me." He looked like a prisoner about to be executed.

Because of my struggle, the nurse gave me two test injections. The pain was so painful that I still grit my teeth to this day! well! Who is to blame?

"Son, come here and get the needle." Twenty minutes later, my mother issued an even more terrifying order. This time I learned the lesson and said quickly: "Don't pull me, I'll do it myself!" I moved into the injection room tremblingly and reluctantly stretched out my right hand. The nasty nurse was still laughing secretly, which made me very angry. At this time, I had to beg for mercy, "Auntie, be gentle, be gentle!" I saw the nurse piercing the needle into the back of my hand. Hey, it doesn't seem to hurt much. My nervous mood finally relaxed slowly.

Actually, I am already 10 years old and I am still afraid of injections. I am really a "coward"! Injection Composition 12

Today, my stomach hurt from morning to afternoon. My mother said something was wrong with me. Based on my symptoms, she checked the computer for me. Once the computer checked, my mother knew that I had gastrointestinal disease. My mother told me to take me to the hospital. I asked nervously: "Do I want an injection?", and my mother comforted me and said, "I shouldn't get one!". Now I feel relieved.

When we arrived at the People's Hospital, my parents and I went to the doctor. The doctor examined me. My mother asked: "Doctor, do you want an injection?" The doctor said without hesitation: "Of course I need an injection." "I was dumbfounded after hearing this, thinking: "Wow, I have to take injections, I am really unlucky for eight lifetimes!" The doctor then said: "I still need to get injections. I did an allergy test. When I heard this sentence when I had just woken up, it felt like someone had slapped me with a sap, which broke my heart. With my mother's comfort, I reluctantly got on the elevator and got to Erdapi. Where I was trying the needle, a frog seemed to appear in my heart, jumping around in my heart, making me uneasy. I pulled my hand back from my father's hand again and again, but in the end my hand was sent to the nurse. In my hand, I closed my eyes and waited for the doctor to start pricking. My body was as stiff as a stone statue. When the doctor inserted the needle into my hand, I couldn't help but scream: "Ah! "The sound was so shocking that it made me cry. Tears immediately burst out of my eyes. Fortunately, the skin test needle went right away. I endured the pain and returned to the chair, muttering: "Dad actually said that it was like a mosquito bite, idiot. Only then will you believe it! "

Twenty minutes later, the needle really started to stick. I stretched out my hand fearfully. I wanted to pull my hand back, ran into the men's room and never came out. The doctor inserted the needle into me. This time I endured the pain on the back of my hand. After the beating, my father asked me: "Does it hurt?" I saw your expressionless face just now. It must not hurt, right? "I said plausibly: "Don't be fooled by the superficial appearance of things. Although my face is expressionless, my heart is already in turmoil! I'm just pretending, I'll have to get a shot anyway! "

What a terrible injection adventure. Injection Composition 13

After lunch, the teacher announced the news: "Today a doctor came to our school to inject the flu vaccine. He will be vaccinated soon. It was our class's turn to go to the infirmary. "After listening to the teacher's words, the female classmates were all dejected and silent.

My heart beat faster, and a long, sharp, shining silver needle appeared in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body. When the teacher saw us like this, he encouraged us: "It's no big deal, don't be afraid, be brave!" "

We lined up and walked to the infirmary. The teacher asked which "warrior" came first. After a long silence, Zhang Disen strode in with his head held high. Looking at his back, I suddenly remembered the poem "Sacrificing one's life to fight for the country, seeing one's death as if one were returning home". After a while, Zhang Disen came out and looked at him. His walking posture had changed, like a defeated soldier. I rushed to ask him if it hurt, and he forced a smile and shook his head.

I hoped it would be my turn soon so as not to be shrouded in fear for a long time, but I was afraid of the unimaginable pain. I really hope that some machine in the infirmary suddenly breaks down and the doctor announces that there will be no injections today.

Time flies so fast and it’s the girl’s turn.

When the first female classmate came out, she cried like a baby. I really don't know what she will look like when it's my turn to come out...

"Li Wenrui, it's your turn." The teacher called me.

I originally wanted to leave, but everyone looked at me. I was still a class leader. What would it look like to just leave like this? I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk in.

I walked to a nurse and timidly rolled up my sleeves. The nurse replaced the previous needle, inserted a new one, sucked the medicine into the syringe, and then wiped my arm with cotton wool a few times. I know that the most dangerous moment is coming. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to relax. I felt like there was an ant bite on my arm, and then the nurse said softly: "Okay."

It turned out to be so simple, and then I realized that the fear of difficulties is worse than the difficulties themselves. Ten thousand times more afraid! Injection composition 14

Childhood is like a warm wind, blowing into the chest with fantasy and beauty; childhood is like a clear river, reflecting your innocent fantasies; childhood is like a gorgeous flower , the fragrance stays in my heart forever.

Among the countless interesting things, the most unforgettable thing for me was my first injection. I still can’t forget that small, sharp needle.

At that time, my mother and I went to the hospital for injections. Because I was afraid of injections, I cried and made a fuss and refused to go. My mother dragged me to the hospital forcefully.

In the hospital, I was making a lot of noise, as if I was about to tear down the roof. People around me looked at me with dissatisfaction and frowned, as if to say: "Why is this child so unlucky?" sensible!". My mother pulled me away in embarrassment and scolded me.

We stopped in front of a window. This window was blocked by transparent glass, leaving only a small hole, almost as big as a head.

Out of curiosity, I put my hand in and wanted to touch the glass jars, but I suddenly retracted it, for fear that someone would prick my hand with a needle.

My mother rang the bell for a long time, but there was no one there. I naively thought I had escaped from danger, but unexpectedly a male doctor wearing glasses came. I felt bad. Sure enough, that person came from nowhere. Where could I get a needle? I was scared and my muscles all over my body were tense.

At this time, when my mother was not paying attention, I immediately broke away from her arms and ran down the corridor. I jumped up and down, ran left and right, and accidentally bumped into that person's leg and stepped on this person again. feet.

But Little Feet could not escape Big Feet after all. I was eventually captured, like an escaped lamb that became a meal for a ferocious tiger, and the "escape" plan also ended in failure. Then, A small, sharp needle slowly came closer to my hand...

I will never forget this incident, and I will never forget that small, sharp needle, because it is very precious. Memory is also a very shameful thing. Injections Essay 15

Today, I came to school happily and saw "Injections this afternoon" written on the blackboard. I stood there motionless as if I was frozen.

At the first class in the afternoon, the doctor strode into our classroom. Suddenly, the classroom seemed to explode. There were screams and discussions, everyone bared their teeth, and the whole classroom was immersed in tension. in the atmosphere. I sat on the bench with my arms folded tightly, my whole body shaking constantly, and my face became a little pale due to nervousness and fear.

I slowly lined up at the back of the line, wide-eyed as I watched my classmates take their injections and leave one by one. My heart slowly lifted along with the moving line. When it came to me, my heart was already in my throat. I bit my lip involuntarily, hoping I could find a hole to get in. I had no choice but to risk it anyway.

I immediately closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, stretched out my arms, and after the doctor wiped me with sperm, I immediately felt a cool air going straight to my internal organs, turning all the heat in my body into cold air. I seemed relaxed. A little bit, and then a needle pierced my skin with a "swish". I opened my eyes wide in pain, opened my mouth wide, and let out a scream of "ah", and there seemed to be blood oozing from my forehead. Small beads of sweat appeared on his face, and his brows suddenly knitted together. No, can a man still be afraid of injections? I pretended to be calm, gritted my teeth, and stared at the wall hard, hey! It really doesn’t hurt anymore.

After the injection, my arm still hurt a little. Other students asked me: "Does it hurt?" I squeezed my eyes, squeezed a smile from the corner of my mouth, and said tremblingly: "It doesn't hurt." Our whole class laughed.

Comments: As soon as the doctor comes in, the scene in the classroom is described in great detail. Before the injection, you developed a rich description. The movements and expressions are vivid and vivid, making people feel your tension and fear. Especially the psychological activities are described in great detail. The feeling of wiping a cotton ball while getting an injection is vividly expressed through words. Although the injection hurts, you still have to be strong. You are really a brave child.