Today, Wednesday, I went to the hospital for a day of specialist visits. I didn't think there would be many patients, but when I walked into the waiting hall, I was shocked by what I saw: there were so many people that they couldn't sit on chairs, and some people could only stand. After careful observation, I found that the reason why there are many people today is because many young people who have the flu are busy at work and have no time to visit, so they choose to see a doctor on weekends. Looking at them, I can't help but sigh that life is not easy.
I'm not going to talk about the flu today. It's a big brother who traveled thousands of miles from other places to see a doctor. He was less than 50 years old when a lung bullae were found during a CT scan in his hometown. When I walked into the exam room and saw me, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. It turned out that he was actually a fan of mine. He told me that he had thought I would not be in the office on the weekend, but I didn't expect to run into it so coincidentally. 
He nervously told me that during the physical examination, he found this alveoli in the lungs, which grew on the edge of the lungs. The doctor in his hometown told him that this lung bullae may rupture, causing the lungs to **, and even need to be rescued. I smiled and told him that although the doctor in my hometown described it quite vividly, it was not that exaggerated. There is a real possibility that the bullae of the lungs will rupture, causing air to leak out of the lungs and into the chest cavity, compressing lung function. However, the incidence of this condition is very low, and most people with individual bullae do not know they have bullae for the rest of their lives. Hearing this, the eldest brother breathed a sigh of relief. He said with emotion that the doctor in his hometown really frightened him. I comforted him and told him to quit smoking and drinking, and that he would have regular check-ups. The eldest brother left the consultation room satisfied. In the consultation room, I also met a young girl. She came to the clinic with flu symptoms. She told me that she had been very busy at work lately, often working overtime late into the night, which led to physical exhaustion and eventually flu symptoms. I comforted her and told her to pay attention to her body and not to overexert herself. At the same time, she was prescribed some medication to go back and rest well. 
In addition to these patients, I also saw some elderly people and children. Their conditions are different, but they all have one thing in common: they all want to be diagnosed and ** in a timely manner. It also made me deeply realize the importance and responsibility of doctors. As doctors, we must always pay attention to the patient's condition and give them the best ** and advice so that they can ** as soon as possible**. In the midst of this busy day, I felt the fragility and preciousness of life. Each of us needs to pay attention to our physical health, timely disease, and maintain good living habits. At the same time, we also want to respect and appreciate the health care workers who contribute to our health. They are the guardians of our lives and the people we can trust the most.