她轻轻地走进房间,脚下的毡鞋使她的步履悄然无声。黑暗中,夜灯在床边的桌子上闪着微光。她轻轻走到床边,弯下腰来,身上那套浆过的护士服,发出一阵窸窸窣窣的响声。她没听见病人的呼吸声。“本特利上尉!”她声音虽小但很清晰。是她来得太晚了吗?刚才隔壁病房里有个小男孩,从麻醉中 She gently walked into the room, felt shoes at the foot of her steps quietly. In the darkness, the nightlights shimmer on the table by the bed. She gently walked to the edge of the bed, bent down, the body of the overworked nurse’s clothing, issued a burst of sobbing noise. She did not hear the patient’s breath. “Captain Bentley!” Her voice was small but clear. Is she too late? Just a little boy in the next ward, from anesthesia