An Yanjun's night shift was filled with reflections as he sat in the office of the emergency department.
It had been a blink of an eye since he joined the Provincial Second Hospital; ten years had flown by. During that time, he had worked as an emergency physician and had learned all sorts of skills.
Originally trained in hand surgery, An Yanjun felt that, at the age of forty, he was increasingly straying off his path.
In reality, this was normal. It was in their year that medical posts aligned skill sets—most people learned technical skills as needed by their posts, filling in wherever there were shortfalls.
An Yanjun had thought he would retire as an emergency physician, but unexpectedly, at forty, he found himself returning to the stage of hand surgery.
"Dr. An! Thank you so much, my daughter's hand has improved a lot, and the function is recovering very well now!"
"Director An, I really can't thank you enough. My mom's hand no longer affects her when cooking!"