I was a student at that time, in 2001. After speaking with a friend who studies at the University of Medical Sciences, we agreed to visit the first hospital.
I was naturally driven by my interests. When we left at lunchtime, my friend dressed us each in a student robe and something like a badge and took us inside.
Because what am I? I was growing up. I stand at the front heroically and confidently… Then my guide (my friend who accompanied me) asked, “Are you ready?” Of course, it sounded heroic.
When I opened the door, the goddesses placed on a special platform in the room started to shine their eyes through the corner of the door, and my only daughter, who was standing behind, grabbed my back. Of course he was nervous,
I heard the faint sound of shoes that seemed to be walking behind me, so I got courage to protect my back, but inside I screamed “well, you did something in vain”…
There was a closed juniper in the room, but an unpleasant smell overpowered the smell of juniper and trickled into the nose. One of the other two people said: Well, students? Take a quick look! Don’t buy anything.
Several were made on special platforms. Some of them are green and watery. And their faces are awkward. And some are very peaceful. No matter how hard I tried to control myself, all the hair on my body stood up and my legs were shaking.
The others were the same. “Look at this! I whispered, “Dude, put on gloves,” but he didn’t seem to care. My friends are exactly like that. I laughed when I saw them, but what’s the point of laughing at such times, there is only one second of laughter.
But for doctors, they also understand the way they go to save people, so it feels right to respect doctors.