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Cardiac surgery is known as the flower of the flowers of medicine.

I first became curious of the human heart because of my uncles son, who was born with a weaker heart than that of anyone and could not run as much as he wanted to, even once in his lifetime. He was a boy who always looked through a glass at the enviable sceneryhis friends running and playing around during recess. We were then informed that he could receive a transplant and it would allow him to live his life the way he always wanted to. However, God invited him to heaven before he could receive a new healthy heart. On July 5th, 2007, I realized that it's hard to differentiate whether a person is breathing or not, but it's so easy to feel acridly from far away that the person is not breathing. Among the surgical departmentsthe flowers of medicine, cardiac surgery is called "the flower of the flowers" because it is most hazardous and requires a lot of strength and patience from surgeons. However, a lamentable and stern reality in rural India is that it is turned cold shoulders on by other medical fields. Not only emergencies are always stand-by and surgeries are often exposed to the medical malpractice, but also the charges for a 30-min operation of Asian blepharoplasty (a.k.a. "double eyelid surgery") handled by a single surgeon and those of a 10-hour cardiac surgery, which demands five to six surgeons, are the same. In India, the cardiac surgery department has elites, but the number of applicants declined greatly. Also, the grades of the applicants are so poor that the department is dominated by the atmosphere of so-called "the housing of the tail-enders." Most of the time, cosmetic surgeons and ophthalmology professors make sarcastic remarks on the quality of its novices: "What if the grades are at the bottom? You have to thank them for applying to your department and should accept them whatsoever." Moreover, it is impossible for cardiac surgeons to open their own medical practices, and the cardiac surgery department's line dies out without a resident to pursue in countless university hospitals. My father's friend, a professor at the department of cardiothoracic surgery in Delhi University declared that "there are about 3500 new doctors every year, but only 20-30 among them apply for the cardiac surgery. This is very severe situation." He also stated that "heart and lungs are essential for life, thus superior surgeons are needed; however, since we are deficient of the quota, I am worried that recruitment of the people with inadequate skills would lead to the degradation of the medical service quality." On one dawn, he had to go help out an urgent case, and then a neurosurgery intern saw the situation and complained: "if I still have to come out at this time even four years later, I would never apply to the cardiothoracic department." Soon the wealthy would go to foreign countries and the poor would undergo operations done by the imported surgeons from the third world. However, even under this circumstance, I want to become a surgeon who blooms "the flower of the flowers"...a surgeon who sheds blood and tears with the patients, standing on the diverged roads of life and death...a surgeon who can appreciate and be grateful to their revival...a surgeon who achieves the value of liferuminating the Hippocratic Oathregardless of the wall of reality. I want to make people realize the importance of life and the fact that they are not

living this world alone. Usually, a huge barricade is constructed between an excellent doctor and a petty resident in India. In fact, if you go to a hospital with an aged director, numerous doctors often do no listen to the patients' says because of their hubris for becoming the social elites. For a destitute patient, I might cut down the cost by operating the surgery in the name of a clinical assistant professor. However, I would be satisfied at living as a doctor who is crazy for saving peoplea doctor that this era truly wants. I would like to become a doctor with inherent dexterity, endeavor, and a flood of tears in his heart...a surgeon.

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