第 53 节
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津夏 更新:2021-04-30 15:57 字数:6120
bet that evening was one of the brightest; and the next morning the darkest;
of his life。
〃It's wonderful how bravely and cheerily a woman can face a crushing
blow。 It is different with men。 A man can stand it without complaining;
but it knocks him dazed and silly all the same。 But the woman does not
lose her wits any more than she does her courage。 Now; I had a case only
a few weeks ago which would show you what I mean。 A gentleman
consulted me about his wife; a very beautiful woman。 She had a small
tubercular nodule upon her upper arm; according to him。 He was sure
that it was of no importance; but he wanted to know whether Devonshire
or the Riviera would be the better for her。 I examined her and found a
frightful sarcoma of the bone; hardly showing upon the surface; but
involving the shoulder…blade and clavicle as well as the humerus。 A more
malignant case I have never seen。 I sent her out of the room and I told
him the truth。 What did he do? Why; he walked slowly round that
room with his hands behind his back; looking with the greatest interest at
the pictures。 I can see him now; putting up his gold pince…nez and staring
at them with perfectly vacant eyes; which told me that he saw neither them
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nor the wall behind them。 ‘Amputation of the arm?' he asked at last。
‘And of the collar…bone and shoulder…blade;' said I。 ‘Quite so。 The
collar…bone and shoulder…blade;' he repeated; still staring about him with
those lifeless eyes。 It settled him。 I don't believe he'll ever be the same
man again。 But the woman took it as bravely and brightly as could be;
and she has done very well since。 The mischief was so great that the
arm snapped as we drew it from the night…dress。 No; I don't think that
there will be any return; and I have every hope of her recovery。
〃The first patient is a thing which one remembers all one's life。 Mine
was commonplace; and the details are of no interest。 I had a curious
visitor; however; during the first few months after my plate went up。 It
was an elderly woman; richly dressed; with a wickerwork picnic basket in
her hand。 This she opened with the tears streaming down her face; and
out there waddled the fattest; ugliest; and mangiest little pug dog that I
have ever seen。 ‘I wish you to put him painlessly out of the world;
doctor;' she cried。 ‘Quick; quick; or my resolution may give way。' She
flung herself down; with hysterical sobs; upon the sofa。 The less
experienced a doctor is; the higher are his notions of professional dignity;
as I need not remind you; my young friend; so I was about to refuse the
commission with indignation; when I bethought me that; quite apart from
medicine; we were gentleman and lady; and that she had asked me to do
something for her which was evidently of the greatest possible importance
in her eyes。 I led off the poor little doggie; therefore; and with the help of
a saucerful of milk and a few drops of prussic acid his exit was as speedy
and painless as could be desired。 ‘Is it over?' she cried as I entered。 It
was really tragic to see how all the love which should have gone to
husband and children had; in default of them; been centred upon this
uncouth little animal。 She left; quite broken down; in her carriage; and it
was only after her departure that I saw an envelope sealed with a large red
seal; and lying upon the blotting pad of my desk。 Outside; in pencil; was
written: ‘I have no doubt that you would willingly have done this
without a fee; but I insist upon your acceptance of the enclosed。' I
opened it with some vague notions of an eccentric millionaire and a fifty…
pound note; but all I found was a postal order for four and sixpence。 The
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whole incident struck me as so whimsical that I laughed until I was tired。
You'll find there's so much tragedy in a doctor's life; my boy; that he would
not be able to stand it if it were not for the strain of comedy which comes
every now and then to leaven it。
〃And a doctor has very much to be thankful for also。 Don't you ever
forget it。 It is such a pleasure to do a little good that a man should pay
for the privilege instead of being paid for it。 Still; of course; he has his
home to keep up and his wife and children to support。 But his patients
are his friendsor they should be so。 He goes from house to house; and
his step and his voice are loved and welcomed in each。 What could a
man ask for more than that? And besides; he is forced to be a good man。
It is impossible for him to be anything else。 How can a man spend his
whole life in seeing suffering bravely borne and yet remain a hard or a
vicious man? It is a noble; generous; kindly profession; and you
youngsters have got to see that it remains so。〃
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