记得那是二十多年前,我作为实习医生第一次走进病房和病人直接接触。这是一个简易的单人病房。并不宽敞的病房里,一张病床占据了整个病室的大部分。床上躺着一个女病人。她消瘦,两眼微闭,脸色阴沉、晦暗。带教老师告诉我:这是一个50多岁的工程师,肺癌正吞噬着她原本健壮的身躯。大概是因为第一次单独采集病史,我在狭小的房间内感到的是一种无形的恐惧,半开半闭的窗帘加上天气寒冷,窗户紧闭使室内狭小的空间弥漫着一种阴冷的感觉,夕阳从不大的窗缝中不大情愿地探进头来。 I remember it was more than twenty years ago that I first came into the ward and was in direct contact with the patient as an intern. This is a simple single patient room. Not spacious ward, a bed occupy most of the entire ward. A female patient lying on the bed. She was wasting, her eyes slightly closed, her face gloomy and gloomy. Teaching teacher told me: This is a more than 50-year-old engineer, lung cancer is swallowing her already robust body. Probably because the first time a separate medical history, I felt in a small room is an invisible fear, half-closed curtains plus the cold weather, the windows closed so that the narrow space filled with a cold indoor Feel that the setting sun has never reluctantly touched the head.