那是8月里一个和煦的下午,我在担任高级住院医师。我记得那会儿我正忙于看病,想赶在傍晚(顾问医师)查房之前尽量多看些。我浏览了一下名单,开始看下一个。毯子下是一个我见过的最瘦小的老妇人,她满身皱褶,白发凌乱不堪,而且完全没有知觉。她女儿流着泪告诉我,她的母亲患有严重 It was a warm afternoon in August, and I was a senior resident. I remember that moment I was busy seeing a doctor and trying to catch up as much as possible in the evening (consultant) rounds. I glanced through the list and started to see the next one. Under the blanket is the youngest old lady I’ve ever seen, covered in folds, white-haired messy, and totally unconscious. Her daughter told me in tears, her mother was seriously ill