我急匆匆地到抢救大厅会诊一位患者割腕自杀的小苏。小苏躺在抢救车上,发丝飘浮在苍白的脸上,微闭着双眼,长长的睫毛微微颤动。我看了一下她已包扎好的左手手腕,问道:“还好吗?”她稍稍点了点头,然后我说:“也许有些事让你采取了这样的行动,下次我们聊聊吧。”话音刚落,两滴眼 I was hurried to the Rescue Hall to consult a patient who had a suicide by cutting his wrist. Small Su lying in the rescue car, hair floating in the pale face, micro closed his eyes, long eyelashes slightly trembling. I glanced at her left wrist that had been bandaged and asked: “” How are you? “She nodded slightly, and then I said:” Maybe something has taken you that way and next time we talk Talk. "Voice faded, two drops of eyes