Just work.

摘要

"You should go downstairs to the trauma slot, something about a plane and a building. Multiple traumas expected." I can't remember his name, or where he was from, just his face and the words he spoke. I had no idea that the words he uttered would forever change my career as a physician and my sense of what it meant to be a New Yorker.I was an emergency medicine resident at New York University Medical Center, working as one of three interns on the largest trauma service in New York City. It was a month that most residents in my programme dreaded, because of the long hours and the intense and sometimes hostile work environment. The service operated more like an infantry unit than a medical team and there was no room for error.