那年回家，我人生第一次請我父親去街上的小餐館吃飯，那是個秋高氣爽的十月傍晚，我點了三個菜，有他最喜歡的宮爆雞丁，還點了可樂。一共花了65元。父親很難過，我也很難過。我想他可能快去世了。那天他第一次穿了我送他的一件15元的襯衣。這是我人生送給他的第一件也是最后一件襯衣。我當時還沒有能力賺錢，那天傍晚父親是既開心又難過。3個月零21天后的農歷新年前一周他去世了。我認為中國醫(yī)院的每一位醫(yī)生的使命就是要做一個好醫(yī)生，這應成為一種職業(yè)信仰。好醫(yī)生都會善待他們的每一位病人。畢竟舉頭三尺有神明，每一位病人他們都有一個無比傷心的故事。他們或絕望，或無助，或悲困交加，或深陷險境。26年前的那個秋風沉醉的傍晚，我邊吃邊痛哭，我知道我們沒有時間了，我知道我很快會沒有父親了。但是我只能眼睜睜看著我生命中最愛的人要離開我，我卻無能為力。因為上天沒有給我們足夠的幸運，因為我們沒能遇見一個好醫(yī)生?，F在每當想到那個傍晚，想到那個晚餐，都會讓我失聲痛哭。沒有在長夜里痛哭過的人，你是根本無法真正去了解一個身患重癥的病人，他們的悲苦人生。

For the first time in my life. when I returned home that year, I invited my father to a small restaurant on the street. It was an autumn evening with fresh breeze in October. I ordered three dishes, including his favorite Kung Pao Chicken and Coke. The dinner cost 65 yuan in total. My father was depressed, and so was I. I thought I would lose him soon. That day, he wore a 15-yuan shirt I had given him, for the first time. That was the first and last shirt I ever gave him. I couldn't make much money at the time. That evening, my father felt both happy and sad. Three months and 21 days later, he passes away just one week before the Chinese New Year. I believe that the mission of every doctor in China should be to be a good doctor. This should become a strong conviction throughout their careers. Good doctors treat each of their patients well, because God sees everything. Every patient has a heartbreaking story behind. They are either distressed, powerless, helpless, or desperate. 26 years ago, on that autumnal evening with breeze, I sobbed uncontrollably while eating, because I knew that we were out of time and that I would lose my father soon. But all I could do was stand by and watch my most loved one leave me. Because we were not fortunate enough, and because we did not meet a good doctor. Whenever I think of that evening and that dinner, it makes me cry. You can't truly understand the sad life of a seriously ill patient unless you've cried through the entire long night