门铃响了。我打开门。一个40岁上下的男人宛如一尊石像般站在门外。看到我,呆滞的眼神里突然闪过一抹光彩。他把手里的水果朝我手里一塞,然后便跪倒在我面前,哑着嗓子说:“医生,谢谢您!”他这次前来不是感谢我的医术——因为我没能将他9岁的儿子从鬼门关里给抢夺回来。当医生已有20余载,在我面前跪下的病人或者病人家属有上百人,他们或是跪求我救其性命,或是表达对我的感恩。但是像今天这样的情况还是第一 Doorbell rang. I open the door. A 40-year-old man stood like a stone statue. See me, sluggish eyes suddenly flashed a touch of luster. He put a jamon in my hand on the fruit in his hand, and then fell to his knees before his knees, saying, “Doctor, thank you!” He came this time not to thank my medicine - because I did not His 9-year-old son from the hell inside to snatch back. When the doctor has been there for more than 20 years, there are hundreds of patients or families of patients who kneel before me, who either beg for me to save their lives or express my gratitude to me. But things like today are still the first