Summer Hospital InternTo fulfill the requirements to apply for graduate school, I started my internship as a doctor last summer in a hospital local in China. Not only was it a great experience to improve my professional techniques, but I also learned the meaning of life and the responsibility that I had on my shoulders. I was both excited and scared the first day. I was curious about everything I could see, smell and hear. I was excited because everything was new to me. The office was very quiet, all the doctors were focused on their work. Everything in the office was very well organized. The equipment gleamed as it lured me to the touch. The smell of ink was still faint in the air. I was a little scared when I entered the hallway. It was really busy, people seemed very busy, both patients and doctors. People were everywhere. It was really easy to blow someone off. Quick footsteps made thumping sounds on the marble floor. The smell of the hospital's special antiseptic solutions was very pungent. The call bells in the rooms were very loud and they were coupled with the red lights in front of the rooms and the white walls. I had never felt so nervous before. I felt dizzy because I had no idea what I could do, but that piqued my fighting will further. Overall I like this place. The department I worked in was called the Comprehensive Internal Medicine Department and also included a Rheumatology Clinic. Even though I volunteered at the hospital for a very long time during school, I never had the chance to get into the real profession as a volunteer. So I was eager to learn everything. My instructor was truly a person. He was almost my father's age, so he took care of me like his daughter....... middle of paper...... like in danger. I had completely forgotten the original intention of why I wanted to become a doctor. I just wanted to show off. What the old man said was like a wake-up call. Since then, I have put in even more effort than before. My internship ended the week before the start of the fall semester. Three months really wasn't a long time, but it meant a lot to me. It was not only a great experience for clinical practice, but at the same time I learned more about the meaning of life and the responsibilities I had. Since then, I was a new person with a new attitude. I was so lucky to have had the chance to change. Thanks to the old man. I didn't hear from him after he left the hospital, but I really wish he was still alive. Since he spoke to me, I no longer felt proud when someone called me doctor. I know that's what I'll be, and it's nothing to be proud of.