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On July 6, the final examinations ended, and that very day I took the high-speed train home. The next day, July 7, during the daytime, I actually took five naps on and off. On the evening of July 7, my wife returned from a business…

This morning I finished the last exam, biochemistry, and with that, this academic year is officially over for us. Many cars arrived at the school; they were parents coming to pick up their children. These parents are generally a bit younger than I am; mixed…

Dear young friends aspiring to study medicine: It is again the season for filling out college entrance examination preferences. Every year at this time, some among my readers ask me whether they should study medicine, and if so, how they should fill out their preferences.

At my age, it has become the norm for the older generation to fall ill and pass away. Their sickness and departure remind me again and again that the truly valuable time belonging to me is already running short; every minute wasted is one minute…

Time flies, and once again it is the Dragon Boat Festival. Though the annual wishes are ever the same, I still earnestly hope that this greeting of "peace and well-being" may come true. As someone in medicine, I know only too well what health and…

June 6, 2025 was the last day before that year's gaokao. After breakfast that day, my father and I went to my mother's grave to pay our respects, telling her that the next day her 46-year-old son would once again walk into the exam hall…

It must have been because of the heat. This Monday, during the second class, a girl in our class suddenly took ill: she had difficulty breathing, her hands and feet convulsed, she could not move, and her limbs turned ice-cold. The teacher noticed, stopped the…

Yesterday evening, during a practical training class in rehabilitation medicine, I suddenly received a message from the teacher at our university's innovation laboratory. He told me that the pharmacological experiment I had applied to conduct at the university could now go ahead, and asked me…

Mr. Qian Weichang, in an interview, spoke of how, when he studied at Tsinghua University, he went to the science building every morning at five o'clock to recite texts, only to find that Hua Luogeng had already finished reciting. The son of Mr. Qian Xuesen,…

Every Sunday afternoon around two o'clock, I set off from Beijing and take the train back to school, arriving at the classroom before Sunday evening self-study to begin a new week of study. During Sunday evening self-study I review what I learned the previous week…