What you learned in the hospitals, interning, are the theories, and, what you'd learned from your own father, was how to listen, to what your patients are, telling you, verbally and nonverbally, and now, you have, both, which will turn you into, an even, doctor! Translated…
As I'd followed the primary physician around to make the rounds, at the fitting times, the primary physician had us taken out our stethoscopes, to hear the lungs and the heartbeats of our patients, to test us on what we can find through what we heard, that was the moment when I felt the most, nervous, the patients, the families as well as the primary physicians are all, administers of my examination, thankful my partners, Yu-Hua, Yuan-Fu, and Hou, were there, to help me calm my nerves, and, we'd become the four musketeers, stayed close to one another when we'd gone to make the rounds, together, we're, stronger, and we could always, give the assistance that one another needs, to make up for what we lacked individually. That time of having someone on my back, helping to offer me the emotional supports I needed, also became the keystone of courage I'd needed to become a physician.
My ears, are a bit, unsharp to the airiness of the lungs, the muffled sounds of the hearts, but, I'd loved hearing the patients tell me things, compared to how straight the organs are voicing what's going on, I'd, loved more of the languages that showed the twists and turns of the patients', lives; and sometimes, I already knew the answers, and still, asked, sometimes, they say something, but meant something entirely different, or just, talked incessantly on, or, stared at me in silence. All of these, individual conversations became, my symphonies, other than the words my patients were telling to me, I'd also, not wanted to miss out on the, nonverbal, cues.
the painting by the father, who's a role model for his daughter, the writer of this article...courtesy of UDN.com
My father had been a physician for over forty years to date, and to this very day, he'd still, sat and listened to his patients tentatively, their stories, I'd especially felt in awe at his interests in the countless different jobs of his patients, because of his focus, his humbleness, those who came to get treated by him would get lost in telling them about their professions, which helped my father acquired more knowledge, and the patients, in telling him about themselves, felt alleviated of what they'd been carrying way too long, and, the effects of these, non-medical treatments are simply, magical to me.
Actually my father is at the age of retirement, but still chose to keep working, hearing the patients telling him what's bothering them. Although his clinic can't quite catch up to the technological, the medical advances of the major hospitals, and although there's only the stethoscope, blood pressure machines, and endoscopy, although he'd started becoming, a bit, hard of, hearing now too……….but he'd told me, that when there are patients who needed him, he will be, right where he is; and, that a lot of the things the elderly patients told, only an elderly physician can, understand.
The primary physicians at the major hospitals taught me the theories of how to analyze the abnormal sounds of the lung, of the heart, but what my father taught me was, how to, connect with the patients, after I'd placed my stethoscope on their, thoraxes, then, opening my ears up, hearing their responses to my inquiries, whether it be loud, or, barely, audible, whispers………in the end, I'd gotten to hear, what their, hearts were, telling, to me.
And so, this is on, how you'd learned to, combine both your father's way of treating his patients, and what you took from the major hospitals, and merge the two together, and that'll, make you, become, an even better (or at least, trained better) doctor, in treating your patients, because, treating the patients, you would need MORE than just knowing what symptoms are what illnesses, but also, to gain the patients' trusts, so they can, open up to you, and tell you things, and you'd learned that, from your father's small treatment clinic, which is, totally, priceless!
