从母亲住进我们医院的那一刻起,我就后悔自己当初选择的职业了。在外人眼里,穿上那身洁白的衣服,我们这些做医生的就成了最美丽动人的天使,手中握有病人的生死大权。可面对越来越消瘦的母亲,我除了一次又一次地走近她的身边,强颜欢笑地安慰着她,就只能偷偷躲到一个母亲看不到的角落抹眼泪。有那么多的患者能在我的手上康复,母亲的病,却让我无能为力。 From the moment my mother was admitted to our hospital, I regretted my chosen career. In the eyes of outsiders, put on the body white clothes, these doctors who became the most beautiful and moving angel, the hands of patients with the power of life and death. May be more and more emaciated face of the mother, in addition to time and again I approached her side, smiled and comforted her, she could only secretly hid in a corner of the mother can not see the tears. There are so many patients who can recover in my hand, my mother’s illness, but I can do nothing.