Find for you an ancient poem by a famous poet in the poetry world that describes doctors and angels in white, as follows:

The Speech of Soldiers in White Clothes Going to Campaign (White Clothes Zheng)

Written by Li Zhe Ye

The Luntai soldiers guard the rivers and mountains, and the iron horses conquer the dust and guard the country's security.

But there is an industry like a battlefield, a fierce battle without the smoke of beacon.

The enemy is hidden in the nightmare of disease, and the enemy is hidden in the invisible.

Its prescriptions for war, and its military forensic medicine.

The qi is yellow, the bag is green, and the holy hand hangs the pot beside the apricot forest.

The Western totem is the staff of the snake, and its envoy is named Bai Yitian.

The responsibility of a doctor is like that of a soldier, and his condition can be compared to the end of a battle.

Saving them from death, tending their injuries, life and death are all at stake.

The condition is the military situation, and the medical robe is used as a military robe to defeat the enemy.

With chemical tests, diagnosis and diagnosis, medicine is everywhere, and diseases can be eliminated.

In order to save him, he was riding on a thorny road without asking how wide it was.

Seize the points, seize the seconds, and get half a step ahead of the god of death.

Rescuing people is like putting out fire, you must respond quickly and don’t delay even a moment.

The teachings of doctors are that the heart is for the patient and the affection is for the patient.

Everyone in the world says that doctors are brave and not afraid of danger.

When the sea collapses, I am going backwards. Why should I be afraid of strong and turbulent waves?

The most important thing is when we go out to fight against the epidemic, we face difficulties like iron.

But who knows that there is no one who is born a hero in this world.

But it’s just my choice between life and death on the top of the mountain.

How come a man of iron is nothing more than a selfless donation of flesh and blood.

There is no need to heal the bones, but to fulfill the heavy responsibilities.

How come the angel of heaven, but great love turns into a feather on the shoulder.

Who doesn’t want to be treated tenderly in the depths of time and see through the eyes.

Whoever doesn’t pray for his return will remain a young man for half his life, and nothing will change.

Who doesn’t want the years to be calm and good without wind, and the dust has not been forgotten.

The doctor carried heavy burdens for you, holding back his tears and weeping secretly.

If one person can exchange a city, I would be willing to fight for one.

The sword of benevolence fights bravely and impermanently, and saves living beings from the bottomless abyss.

The people of Li are disease-free and healthy, and thousands of families are not crying.

Note: This ancient poem is excerpted from the collection of poems by the patriotic poet Li Zheye, "The Patriotic Trilogy of an Everyman" (including "Iron Blood: A Common Man's Military Parade Order" and "Tongzi: A Common Man's Parade"). "A Letter to the Nation" and "Mountains and Rivers Guarding: A Common Man's Secret of Country").