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A young man ran out of a house at the crossroads. "Get an ambulance out here," I shouted against the wind. "Tell them a man is dying."
一個年輕人從十字路口那邊的一所房子里跑了出來。“快叫救護車來！”我頂著風(fēng)大喊道，“告訴他們這里有人快死了。”
I looked down again at the driver hanging from the windowsill. There were six empty beer bottles on the floor of the truck. I could smell beer through the window. I knew I had to move him, to open his airway. I had no idea what neck injuries he had suffered. He could easily end up paralyzed. But I thought: he'll be dead by the time the ambulance gets here if I don't move him and try to do something to help him.
我又向下看了看頭懸在車窗上的司機。在卡車底板上有六個空啤酒瓶，透過窗戶我可以聞到酒味。我知道我必須要將他移動一下，打通他的氣道。我不知道他的脖子傷得怎么樣，他很可能會四肢癱瘓。但是我想如果我不移動一下他并幫他做點什么的話，他就會在救護車到來之前死掉的。
An image flashed before my mind. I could see the courtroom and the driver of the truck sitting in a wheelchair. I could see his attorney pointing at me and shouting at the jury: "This young doctor, with still a year left in his residency training, took it upon himself to play God. He took it upon himself to move this gravely injured man, condemning him forever to this wheelchair. ..." I imagined the millions of dollars in award money. And all the years of hard work lost. I'd be paying him off for the rest of my life. Amy touched my shoulder. "What are you going to do?"
一幅畫面閃過我的腦海。我仿佛看到在一個法庭上，這名卡車司機坐在輪椅上，他的律師指著我，對陪審團大聲說道：“這個年輕的醫(yī)生，還有一年的實習(xí)期，卻自以為是，擅作主張。他擅自移動了這個傷得很重的人，使他永遠無法擺脫輪椅……”我想象著我被判罰幾百萬美元的補償金，這么多年來的辛苦工作都白費了，還要用我的余生來償還他。這時，艾米碰了碰我的肩膀說：“你打算怎么辦？”
