“医生,我牙疼。”“等会儿。”他不耐烦地回答,小诊所病人也挺多,全是他一个人忙活着。“医生,可我已经等了半个小时了。”他气愤地走来,不耐烦地说:“不就是牙疼吗!真是娇气。”拿起笔在药单上用力划过,单薄的纸几乎要燃烧起来。“这个消炎,一天三次,这个止痛……”“您不看看吗?”“不就是牙疼吗!”他白了我一眼。夜晚,我躺在床上,左脸灼烧着发热,一阵阵的刺痛,迷迷 “Doctor, I have a toothache. ” “Wait a minute.” He replied impatiently. The patient in the small clinic was also very much, all of whom he was busy with. “Doctor, but I have waited for half an hour. ” He came angrily, said impatiently: “is not a toothache! Really delicate. ” Thin paper almost burn. “This anti-inflammatory, three times a day, this pain ... ” “You do not see it? ” “Is not it toothache!” Night, I lay in bed, his left face burning fever, tingling sting, confused fans