Reflective Essay: The Importance Of Prescriptions

A long red chair, longing patients, an old man sitting solemnly in the deepest room, all contribute to my unforgettable memory. My grandfather, in my obscure mind, was always the one who slightly put his hand on patients’ pulse, and made prescription in an steady voice. Talking with those waiting aunts, lunging into grandpa’s consulting room to observe him feeling a pulse, seeing numerous patients laugh and leave the clinic, I was the seemingly the only one brought the vitality in the whole clinic. I always accompanied my grandpa standing under a wall, a wall that becomes the medal for his whole life. The treated patients were used to brought their gift, a calligraph or a sculpture made by themselves. These invaluable presents were hung carefully on the wall. As soon as he got spare time, my grandfather would stand under this wall and saw them with full satisfaction, describing every detail when he treated these people. At that time, my grandpa, who was always in the figure of solemn, suddenly becomes a

I invited several elder doctors in our clinic to the class and taught us students a series of prescription to cure some classic colds. Having these useful prescription, we regularly go to the communities to treat those people with colds but are too poor to get treated in the hospital free. We, right now, do not so many ambitions but just are looking forward to try our best to spread the merits of traditional Chinese medicine and help more individuals to get rid of their diseases. With more people joining us and interested in these traditional medicine, we feel a great satisfaction.

For several times, I dreamed about that scene—my favorite old man, sitting there, feel the pulse and write down the prescription. This is the most attractive figure in my current life. My only dream is to keep this scene and to let it continue in this