Classic prose praising nurses

This is a sacred profession. They take care of every patient with sweat and hard work. They are neither too bitter nor too tired. No matter how troublesome that person is, they always help them patiently. During the medical school vacation my niece attended, she asked me to accompany her to the hospital to apply for an internship nurse. I know these children don't know where to start looking for a job. They often make themselves very nervous. They feel strange and at a loss about the future, and need the appropriate care and help from colleagues and relatives around them.

All the new nurses have just graduated from school or been admitted to other hospitals, or, like my niece, they are still studying at school and come to the hospital for internship during the holidays. They left the control of their parents, the education of school teachers and the help of their classmates, and began to work independently for all the staff, patients and their families in the new unit. Nurses have a hard job. When new nurses come, some older nurses are happy, thinking that they can always ask new nurses to do more and relax themselves. New nurses often work overtime in order to exercise their independent working ability. Because of overwork, they easily collapse, which will make them suffer physical and mental pain prematurely. People come and go in the hospital every day. The child was born here and the old man left here. As a nurse, she is very hard and nervous at work. There is no rest day at ordinary times. After work, I turn around like a top. Patients and their families shouted, doctors and nurses shouted. If the pace is a little slower, I will be held accountable by patients and their families and blamed by doctors and head nurses. Who can understand?