The girl who abandoned medicine to teach

Text/Meng Xiaoman

(1)

I graduated from a medical university and once wanted to be a doctor. Now, I am in a small mountain village, surrounded by my children, living an ordinary life, simple and happy.

Six years ago, I just stood out from the graduating class and came to my dream medical university. Take a plane, cross the rolling mountain peaks, and arrive at the vast metropolis. At night with the neon lights flashing, everything seems vibrant. The noise coming in the middle of the night always reminds people that life is good and there is no need to sleep in bed forever. I thought that from now on, my life would begin a new journey.

Having just arrived in this city, I am keen to go shopping with my friends. The dazzling clothes stir up the girl's heart that has been hidden for many years. Eating the fast food that is everywhere in the city, tasting wine that I have never drunk before, and watching touching movies, I feel that everything is so beautiful.

After spending a year in college in a state of confusion, I found that I had nothing, except for the bright clothes in the closet and a weak stomach. I was a little panicked. If the four years of college continued like this, then what would be the point of going to college?

Before the holiday, a friend asked me if I would like to go to the countryside to teach. The children there are so cute. I thought about it and realized that during this long vacation, I needed to do something to make up for my inner uneasiness. So, I agreed.

Along the way, my friends told me that they have been teaching during the summer vacation for six years, and they go to see these children every year. They are the simplest people I have ever seen since entering society.

They received help from many caring people through online channels and publicity on the streets. Some people have donated to them for several years after learning about their situation. Others collect old clothes for them and buy learning tools for them to bring to children in the countryside.

Once upon a time, I thought that supporting education was nothing more than visiting those children and playing with them for a few days. Later I discovered that this was really not just talk. They stayed in this place for a month, and every day was very busy.

The journey from train to car to walking took about a day and a half. As far as the eye can see, several low houses are still made of adobe. There is a place where bright red brick buildings are arranged, which is the children's teaching building.

There are seven teaching buildings in total, divided into two classrooms, one office, one student dormitory, one kitchen, and two teacher dormitories. The classroom is extremely simple, with a blackboard, a desk, old desks, and long benches. The walls are also made of red bricks, not painted white.

I remember that on the day we arrived, the children stood there far away. Hearing something moving outside, they all ran out. When they saw these teachers, the children jumped up with joy.

They ran over, surrounded us, and shouted: "Teacher, you are here, we miss you so much."

"Yes, yes, we miss you." "

"You know, right? I dreamed about you that night."

"Also, I asked the principal when you would come over, and he said. We have been looking forward to it every day for the past two days."

The children talked a lot, expressing their longing for them. When the gifts were distributed to them, each of the children seemed to have received a rare treasure. They looked left and right, stroking their brand-new schoolbags.

"There are a lot of stationery here, you can open it and take a look." As soon as their friend finished speaking, they couldn't wait to open the schoolbag. There was a water cup, twenty-four color crayons, picture books, cardboard, A cute little doll. The children took out their favorite things one after another and discussed with their peers, this thing is so beautiful, and what about that thing.

That day, it was the most innocent smiling face I have ever seen. Many times when we greet others with a smile, it is not because we are happy, but because we are polite. And they smiled, revealing their small white teeth, and some were more reserved, with reddish cheeks and secretly smiling. Those two pear dimples made people feel happy, and they laughed with them unconsciously.

Later in the day, we played with the children. We played the most primitive games: eagle catching chick, throwing handkerchief, applying plaster.

We teach them cultural knowledge, even if they read apple as love, eat as ci rice, read emotional and moving ancient poems as majestic sentences... These kinds of things touch my heart all the time.

They will also take us to their home to see how strong the pigs are fed by our grandparents. They will also take us to the bamboo forest in the mountains to look for wild mushrooms, wild chestnuts, and break bamboo shoots. Son, take us to the river to catch crabs and fish. These things are common things that children eat at home during this season.

Sometimes, they are also very disappointed. That day, a little guy squatted at the door glumly. I asked him what happened. The little guy endured his red eyes and shook his head. I stayed with him, sat for a while, comforted him, and just cried if he was unhappy. The little guy lay stubbornly on his knees and started crying. I patted his back to calm him down.

After a while, he raised his head and said to me: "Teacher, I dreamed of my mother last night. I haven't seen her for a long time. It's been half a year. She left during the New Year and never came back. I know, this is all for me." After finishing speaking, he wiped his tears.

Only then did I realize that a child’s mother came back to see him yesterday. This little guy saw someone else’s mother and thought of his own mother. The little guy only has his grandparents at home. His grandma is in poor health and has been lying in bed all year round. He follows his grandpa every day and shares the housework. He is very sensible.

"So, do you have a phone number? Teacher, give your mother a call."

"Really? I do." After saying that, the little guy ran to the classroom, I took out the book whose cover had long been broken. It was already rolled into a volume in many places. He turned to the last page and found a phone number printed in very light pencil.

"That's it."

I dialed the phone, rang a few times, and was hung up. I guess the parents thought it was a scam and didn't answer the call. The little guy was a little lost. I reassured him that it was okay and called him again. The second time, the call went through. I said a few simple words and gave the phone to the little guy.

"Mom..." A long shout, accompanied by crying.

"This is the teacher's phone call. She called. I miss you."

"Well, I know, I will be obedient." As the phone was hung up, The little guy stopped crying. Being sensible at this age is so distressing.

"Teacher, thank you, I won't cry anymore. Mom said I will be back soon."

"Okay." I answered with a smile. Half a year goes by very quickly for children who have not seen their parents for a long time.

A phone call can make a crying child smile. You may not believe it, but they don't have phones, but that's the truth. Occasionally borrowing someone else's phone will make them happy for a long time.

Many, many stories happened during my time here. Every time I think of these, I feel a little bit sad. Maybe, time is a good thing and will make you forget. But sometimes, things engraved in your bones and blood will always tie you down, and fate comes from this.

(2)

The life of a volunteer teacher passed quickly. I returned to my home for my final vacation. Apart from occasionally watching TV series, I also write and read books. Of course, I miss the children there more.

I went back to school and started studying medicine again. Every day, I face human anatomy diagrams, look at the long names of various items, do review questions, and take the doctor qualification certificate test. It was a fulfilling life, and they were gradually forgotten in my memory.

During my internship in my senior year, my classmates and I went to a hospital for an internship. Here, I saw all the warmth and warmth of human relationships, joys and sorrows in the world. There are filial sons who were alive, a grizzled old man fighting alone, family members crying heartbrokenly, and a newborn baby. There are new lives, there are deaths, and of course there is daily overtime.

Staying up late for a long time made my stomach problems worse. Sometimes, the attending doctor performs an operation, and I work as an assistant beside him, which lasts up to seven hours. That day, I happened to skip breakfast and was hungry until three in the afternoon. When I left the operating room, I felt dizzy and was about to fall. My colleague helped me.

I was hospitalized and started on an intravenous drip. My friends all came over to see me and chat with me, and my life was not so boring. That day, the teacher came unexpectedly.

Together with his wife, he came to see me with the porridge he had cooked.

Teacher, considering that I am a foreigner, you took good care of me when I was at school. Sometimes, on weekends, he would take me to his home to have dinner and chat about home affairs. Their daughter went abroad to study, and they often said that they regarded me as their daughter.

I endured their kindness to me and slowly recovered. The teacher said to me very seriously: "Your stomach problem is very serious. I suggest you not to do this job. If you don't have enough meals, you will get more serious."

I listened to his words and burst into tears. With tears streaming down my face, I said, "Okay, I'll think about it."

That night, I tossed and turned, thinking about what the teacher said, and recalling every bit of the past four years. The care that the teacher gave me was really deep enough. . For me, from the past to the present, my teacher is the person who has accompanied me the most in these twenty-two years. Somehow, I suddenly remembered the children in the mountains.

The innocent smiling faces after receiving gifts, the scenes of tears streaming down the faces after receiving phone calls, and the reluctance to say goodbye... I saw everything in this hospital. Too pessimistic. The children are so young and have endured so much, but I can do my best to teach them knowledge so that they can face the hardships of life. Otherwise, the lack of love from childhood will lead to psychological problems when you grow up, and may lead to a path of no return. Thinking of this, I suddenly understood what I needed. I want to go back, like my teacher, to accompany them and give them warmth.

The next day, I told the teacher my idea. He very much agreed with my idea and expressed his support. So, when I graduated, I applied for the "Three Supports and One Support" program and returned to my teaching position. This year is the third year, and there will be many more years to come.

I think: Sometimes, people's choices will determine the direction of their life. Maybe, I persevered in the hospital and now I have become a doctor. However, I don’t regret it. After all, doctors heal the body, and I, in this position, make up for a broken childhood and a heart that lacks love.

Teacher story series:

"Lilacs in the Mountains" /p/ce2a491e03e7

There are other stories later, these stories are all about those who persist Teacher, thank you for accompanying me all the way