We are the youth team of Optics Valley
"Let the youth bloom in a place where the party and the people need it most." Recently, General Secretary Xi Jinping's reply to all "post-90s" party members of the Peking University Aid E Medical Team has generated a strong response among the army's support for the medical team in Hubei. There are such a few girls in the Second Division of Infectious Diseases in the Guanggu District of Hubei Maternal and Child Health Hospital. They actively responded to the call and were not afraid of wind and rain. They were brave enough to fight the front line of the new crown pneumonia epidemic. Epidemic "youth team.
Party member Chang County Rong: In this battle, we have to overcome the difficulties and it is incumbent on us to post-90s.
I am an ordinary post-90s generation who loves mountains, rivers and waters, and likes to travel. I have been to many places today. Of course, the romantic cherry blossom trip, Wuhan, is also on my travel list. Always looking forward to finding someone I like and going to a romantic date together.
A month ago, my comrades and I arrived in Wuhan by train G4798. This city that was pressed with the "pause button" seemed extraordinarily quiet.
Someone asked me before I came to Wuhan: Can I go to a dangerous place? I said: No! Because I want to return to the normal state of the city where the "pause button" was pressed, I want to contribute, and I want to make my life more meaningful. As a party member, I am even more inescapable.
I didn't tell my elderly parents in my hometown when I came to Wuhan. I was afraid they were worried that every video call would be disguised as me in Xi'an. People are selfish, and my selfishness is not to tell them that I am on the front line of the war epidemic.
After leaving work for the first time, I saw a deep mark on my face. When I came out of the red zone for the first time, I couldn't help vomiting. I touched the "ditch" on my face and I cried secretly. At that time, I thought: Is this what I want to do? But I don't have a boyfriend yet ...
Now I have left these scars behind, and wearing protective clothing, I am the fearless white soldier, and the ward is my battlefield.
The Second Department of Infectious Diseases in the Guanggu District of Hubei Maternal and Child Health Hospital is the intensive care department. The patients are basically grandma and grandpa who cannot take care of themselves. In addition to daily nursing work --- infusion, arteriovenous blood collection, gastric tube insertion, urinary catheter, testing ventilator, rescue patient, ward decontamination, garbage disposal, but also feeding, medicine, changing urine wet. Because the language is incompetent (the old man speaks Wuhan dialect), and he still needs to talk and make gestures, he can understand what grandparents want to express in a long time. After one class, I was sweating and almost exhausted, but the words of my grandfather and grandma in my ears were "children, thank you." At that time, my heart was very relieved and I felt all over.
Now I am accustomed to Leichen, because I know that this is the trace of my battle. I am on the front line of the epidemic, I do not regret it, I firmly believe that this epidemic will win!
Member Huijia: Spring is blooming, I hope every face is a happy smile.
Without this sudden epidemic, we would still be a child in the eyes of "adults", a child in need of protection. In the year of SARS, the whole world was protecting the "post-90s", now it is our "post-90s" to protect you! I am a member of the league and the youngest member of the medical team. I understand that coming to the front line of war epidemics will be dangerous, but "how can the country live and die? !! Because youth has many looks, I am proud. In the call of the motherland, my youth looks like wearing protective clothing!
When I arrived in Wuhan, I was assigned to the second department of infection in Guanggu District, Hubei Maternal and Child Health Hospital. This is a critically ill area, and most of the patients treated are elderly patients. The next day when I arrived in Wuhan, I took care of an old grandfather who was too old. During the injection, he casually said whether there was a stool or not. It was laborious to eat while standing. After the injection, I hurried to find a stool for him. The old grandfather said that he was a veteran and stood up solemnly and saluted me with a military salute. At that moment, I couldn't help standing upright, clenched my right fist, and said in my heart, "Come on!" At that moment, I felt that every cell in my body was boiling with blood!
In this special day, facing the sly and raging virus, patients must not only have daily treatment and care, but also use warmth and courage to help them build a psychological armor to fight the epidemic together. Being meticulous and meticulous, and keeping improving, we can better serve each infected person. In fact, in this position, medical staff and infected persons have become "combatants" fighting together.
During a busy night shift, a grandma was embarrassed and said to me, "Can you trouble me to buy a toothbrush for me, and I have forgotten to bring the urgent toothbrush." Toothbrushes are daily necessities. But then I was in trouble. After returning to the station after work, find the toothbrush that you took with you when you left. The next day, after finishing the shift, I started my intensive care, and entrusted my comrades to bring me a toothbrush for my grandma. Grandma received this "special gift" and was very touched. When she saw a medical staff, she asked which kind "sister" gave her a gift?
I saw people saving protective clothing without drinking as much water as possible, not going to the toilet. I saw everyone leaving deep marks on their faces after taking off masks and goggles; I saw someone infected, and even sacrificed ... ... but that's my job!
Today we infected 11 patients discharged from the second department for the first time. When each "comrade in comrades" was discharged from the hospital, after they were sent out of the hospital, they all turned back and thanked me. At that moment my heart was cheering, everything was worth it!
Spring is here, and I hope this haze dissipates as soon as possible, so that everyone can run freely in the sun, until the red apricot branches spring, and see the Yaner Dance, the butterfly is busy, and the world is purple ...
Party member Li Jin: We have our own mission and responsibilities after the 90s.
On February 17, under the oath of the party flag, he stepped on the high-speed train to Wuhan on the "Song of the Strong Army". When I arrived at the station, I saw that the large Wuhan City was pressed with the pause button. There were no vehicles and no pedestrians. Then I really felt that "Wuhan is sick." Started loading and unloading materials, setting up the ward, and skilled in the process, so we started receiving our first batch of patients on the third day we came.
I remember when I first started wearing protective clothing into the ward, my friends were nervous and scared. They were nervous about whether their protective clothing tightly wrapped themselves and whether there was any risk of exposure. I am afraid that because it is the first time to receive patients, whether they can arrange the work order reasonably, whether they can communicate with patients smoothly, and so on. As time went on, we went forward step by step in the exploration, and in a blink of an eye, a month passed, and we have adapted to the days of wearing protective clothing and the days of war-like daily life.
One and a half hours in advance every day, I took a commuter bus to the place where we fought, and staggered downstairs to the hospital. I consciously lined up to show my work permit, took my temperature into the ward, changed my combat boots, and wore lightweight nurse shoes to enter the first door of the department. Wash your hands, change your clothes, wash your hands, wear N95 masks, hats, goggles, gloves, protective clothing, boot covers, hand wash, gowns, hats, masks, face screens, gloves, boot covers, wait for inspection, wear them, go through 6 doors Enter the Red Zone and start a full day of life.
In the ward, we are combatants, paramedics, information workers, supervisors, service clerks, cleaners, and transporters. I can do everything with armor.
As paramedics, we can intubate and ventilator at any time. Rescue of many patients at the same time has become our daily routine. Defibrillator, sputum aspirator, and various medical pumps have never been stopped. Every day is a busy pace.
As an information officer, we are always in touch with each department, transporting patient specimens, and timely contacting the unloaded materials in the green area.
As supervisors, all of us are brothers and sisters of the same trench, and we monitor each other at any time for possible exposure and adjust at any time.
As a clerk, we have to take care of the diet and living of all patients, from feeding and feeding, to helping to wash their faces and brush their teeth.
As cleaners, all garbage generated in the ward is collected, laced, and moved out of the department. At the same time, the hospital room was sprayed with 84 disinfectant, and the toilet was placed with 84 tablets.
As a transporter, due to the special nature of the department, critically ill patients are transferred, we must always be ready to move the bed, move the equipment, and lift the patient.
Numerous identities have given us responsibility and responsibility, tired and moved.
Among the medical team members, I also have a special label: post-90s. Uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters are afraid that my little sister will have any risks and grievances. Every time before entering the red zone, I was repeatedly told: "come out safely", both worried and encouraged. Looking at their pitying eyes, I knew they must wait anxiously outside. Today I heard a sentence "You are grown up".
Yes, after the experience of this battle, I have grown up. We post 90s should have our own responsibilities and missions, and we should protect others like our predecessors.
In this battle, these young post-90s are no longer children under the wings, but the soldiers who can wear protective clothing and can participate in the battle at any time. They are the youth clan in the Guanggu District of Wuhan Maternal and Child Health Hospital. (Xue Borui Du Lina)