在一个溽热难耐的午后,我来到位于淮海路陕西路口的徐汇区中心医院。在两面都是商店和挤挤挨挨的广告及鳞次栉比的招牌的夹持下,医院的门面显得有些局促,甚至很不显眼。也许,除了医院的医生、护士、工作人员,那些健康的脚步是不会拐进去的。在感觉健康的时候,没有人会注意到这里是叙死扶伤的所在。 但是当我走进大门,感觉顿时不一样了。说得明了点就是没有一般医院的拥挤、喧闹和那股呛人的来苏味,迎门就是一幢22层高楼,大堂里宽敞明亮,次序井然。医务人员都彬彬有礼,有问必答,且都是轻声细语;病人们也都很安静,在诊室外静静地坐着,有的闭目养神,有的拿张报纸慢慢读着,虽是病人,不见痛苦、焦躁,而是一脸的平和,原来,他们都是打听好了医生, In a hot afternoon, I came to Xuhui District Central Hospital at the intersection of Shaanxi and Huaihai Road. The facade of the hospital appears to be cramped and unnoticeable, clutched by advertisements crowded with shops and crowds of crowds, and row of signboards on both sides. Perhaps, in addition to the hospital doctors, nurses, staff, those healthy footsteps will not turn into. When it feels healthy, no one will notice here is the place where Syria is dead. But when I walked into the door, I felt suddenly different. To be clear that there is no general hospital crowded, noisy and that choking to the taste of the Soviet Union, the door is a 22-storey building, bright and spacious lobby, the orderly. Medical staff are polite, question and answer, and are whisper; the patients are also very quiet, sitting quietly outside the clinic, and some eyes closed, and some take a newspaper read slowly , Although the patient, no pain, irritability, but the look of peace, the original, they are all inquire about the doctor,