那是个星期一上午,办公桌上的蜂鸣器第25次响起时,我叹了口气,无奈地拿起听筒。我在路易斯安那的一家医院贫民住院部担任主管,每天都忙忙碌碌。“谁在呼叫?”我厉声问接线员。“是一位女士,她需要一名医生到她家出诊,看看她的儿子。”接线员有些紧张,“您愿意跟她谈谈吗?”隔壁办公室里一个护士等着和我谈话,门诊部里四个常驻医生正在为他们的病人诊断,需要我的指导,而且我的病人也等着我。因此,我实在抽不开身。“帮帮忙吧?”接线员央求道。 It was a Monday morning when the buzzer on my desk sounded 25th and I sighed and picked up the receiver. I was in charge of the poor inpatient department of a hospital in Louisiana and was busy everyday. “Who is calling?” I snapped to the operator. “It’s a woman and she needs a doctor to visit her home to see her son.” “The operator was nervous,” “Would you like to talk to her?” “A nurse in the office next door is waiting for me Talk, outpatient clinic four resident doctors are diagnosing their patients, need my guidance, and my patient is waiting for me. Therefore, I really pumped out. ”Help out right? " The operator begged.