
那(na)年(nian)回(hui)家(jia),我(wo)人(ren)生(sheng)第(di)一(yi)次(ci)請(qing)我(wo)父(fu)親(qin)去(qu)街(jie)上(shang)的(de)小(xiao)餐(can)館(guan)吃(chi)飯(fan),那(na)是(shi)個(ge)秋(qiu)高(gao)氣(qi)爽(shuang)的(de)十(shi)月(yue)傍(bang)晚(wan),我(wo)點(dian)了(le)三(san)個(ge)菜(cai),有(you)他(ta)最(zui)喜(xi)歡(huan)的(de)宮(gong)爆(bao)雞(ji)丁(ding),還(hai)點(dian)了(le)可(ke)樂(le)。一(yi)共(gong)花(hua)了(le)65元。父親很難過,我也很難過。我想他可能快去世了。那天他第一次穿了我送他的一件15元的襯衣。這是我人生送給他的第一件也是最後一件襯衣。我當時還沒有能力賺錢,那天傍晚父親是既開心又難過。3個月零21天(tian)後(hou)的(de)農(nong)曆(li)新(xin)年(nian)前(qian)一(yi)周(zhou)他(ta)去(qu)世(shi)了(le)。我(wo)認(ren)為(wei)中(zhong)國(guo)醫(yi)院(yuan)的(de)每(mei)一(yi)位(wei)醫(yi)生(sheng)的(de)使(shi)命(ming)就(jiu)是(shi)要(yao)做(zuo)一(yi)個(ge)好(hao)醫(yi)生(sheng),這(zhe)應(ying)成(cheng)為(wei)一(yi)種(zhong)職(zhi)業(ye)信(xin)仰(yang)。好(hao)醫(yi)生(sheng)都(dou)會(hui)善(shan)待(dai)他(ta)們(men)的(de)每(mei)一(yi)位(wei)病(bing)人(ren)。畢(bi)竟(jing)舉(ju)頭(tou)三(san)尺(chi)有(you)神(shen)明(ming),每(mei)一(yi)位(wei)病(bing)人(ren)他(ta)們(men)都(dou)有(you)一(yi)個(ge)無(wu)比(bi)傷(shang)心(xin)的(de)故(gu)事(shi)。他(ta)們(men)或(huo)絕(jue)望(wang),或(huo)無(wu)助(zhu),或(huo)悲(bei)困(kun)交(jiao)加(jia),或(huo)深(shen)陷(xian)險(xian)境(jing)。26年nian前qian的de那na個ge秋qiu風feng沉chen醉zui的de傍bang晚wan,我wo邊bian吃chi邊bian痛tong哭ku,我wo知zhi道dao我wo們men沒mei有you時shi間jian了le,我wo知zhi道dao我wo很hen快kuai會hui沒mei有you父fu親qin了le。但dan是shi我wo隻zhi能neng眼yan睜zheng睜zheng看kan著zhe我wo生sheng命ming中zhong最zui愛ai的de人ren要yao離li開kai我wo,我wo卻que無wu能neng為wei力li。因yin為wei上shang天tian沒mei有you給gei我wo們men足zu夠gou的de幸xing運yun,因yin為wei我wo們men沒mei能neng遇yu見jian一yi個ge好hao醫yi生sheng。現xian在zai每mei當dang想xiang到dao那na個ge傍bang晚wan,想xiang到dao那na個ge晚wan餐can,都dou會hui讓rang我wo失shi聲sheng痛tong哭ku。沒mei有you在zai長chang夜ye裏li痛tong哭ku過guo的de人ren,你ni是shi根gen本ben無wu法fa真zhen正zheng去qu了le解jie一yi個ge身shen患huan重zhong症zheng的de病bing人ren,他ta們men的de悲bei苦ku人ren生sheng。
For the first time in my life. when I returned home that year, I invited my father to a small restaurant on the street. It was an autumn evening with fresh breeze in October. I ordered three dishes, including his favorite Kung Pao Chicken and Coke. The dinner cost 65 yuan in total. My father was depressed, and so was I. I thought I would lose him soon. That day, he wore a 15-yuan shirt I had given him, for the first time. That was the first and last shirt I ever gave him. I couldn't make much money at the time. That evening, my father felt both happy and sad. Three months and 21 days later, he passes away just one week before the Chinese New Year. I believe that the mission of every doctor in China should be to be a good doctor. This should become a strong conviction throughout their careers. Good doctors treat each of their patients well, because God sees everything. Every patient has a heartbreaking story behind. They are either distressed, powerless, helpless, or desperate. 26 years ago, on that autumnal evening with breeze, I sobbed uncontrollably while eating, because I knew that we were out of time and that I would lose my father soon. But all I could do was stand by and watch my most loved one leave me. Because we were not fortunate enough, and because we did not meet a good doctor. Whenever I think of that evening and that dinner, it makes me cry. You can't truly understand the sad life of a seriously ill patient unless you've cried through the entire long night
