Honesty, my mum always used to tell me, is the best policy．Of course, this didin’t include her when she told me that if I didn’t eat all my vegetables Father Christmas would find out and wouldn’t give me any presents．
But when it comes to medicine, I had assumed it was important to always be honest with my patients．After all, the doctor patient relationship is based on trust, and therefore honesty is essential, Or so I thought．
I had just started working in geriatrics(老年病科)．Mr．McMahon was brought in when his baby was faound very swollen．I took a medical history from his daughter would accompanied him in the ambulance．She’d been his main carer for years．I stood looking at him as she gave a detailed history．“Has he lost any weight recently?” I asked, “Well, it’s funny you should mention that, but yes．” She said slowly．There was silence for a few moments．“Why? What are you worried about?” she asked, I hesitated．She was obviously very involved in his care and it was only fair that I told her the truth．“Well, we need to prove it’s not cancer．” I said and talked briefly about some of the tests I was going to order．
Half an hour later, a nurse called me：“Mr．McMahon’s daughter broke down－she said you told her he had cancer．” My heart sank．By the time I arrived at the ward, my consultant was already there, explaining that we still had to run lots of tests and that it was by no means confirmed that he had cancer．I stood silently at the end of the bed．My consultant was obviously angry with me and as we left Mr．McMahon, she turned to me．“Why on carch did you do that?” she asked to disbelief．I looked at her andbit my hp．“She asked me what I was worried about and I told her．” I said, hangingmyhead．“And give her more to worry about?” replied my consultant．“You don’t say the word ‘cancer’ until it’s confirmed．Even if you suspect it, think very carefully before you tell people．”
As it turned out, it wasn’t cancer．But I did learn that when somecone is stressed and worried about their loved one they’re sometimes selective in what they hear－and as a doctor it’s important to be mindful of this．In being truthful, I’d made the situation worse．
(1)
The purpose of the first two paragraphs is to show that the author _________．
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A．
misunderstood the doctor-patient relationship
B．
was anxious to receive Christmas gifts
C．
regarded honesty as the best policy
D．
had an unhealthy eating habit
(2)
The author’s consultant was angry with him because _________．
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A．
he told the daughter what he suspected．
B．
he delayed running the necessary tests．
C．
he failed to confirm the parent’s disease．
D．
he forgot what the consultant had advised．
(3)
The author hung his head(the underlined part in Para．4)because he was feeling．
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A．
guilty
B．
hurt
C．
disappointed
D．
helpless
(4)
What lesson has the author learnt from his experience?
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A．
Learning form parents is necessary．
B．
Jumping to a conclusion is dangerous．
C．
Telling the truth may not always be the best solution．
D．
Selecting pleasant words may not be the perfect policy．
On Sundays my father always wore that dull gray apron-the one with the race cars all over it．The ritual began after breakfast when Dad always announced： "Go ahead everyone．I'll take care of the dishes! " With that my mother disappeared into the folds of the Sunday paper．Off came the suit coat he had worn to church that morning．Up went the shirtsleeves．On went that apron．For the next hour Dad did the dishes, singing ballads like "I Had a Hat When I Came In" and "Who Put the Chow in Mrs．Murphy's Chowder? "
I suppose it was strange for a boy's father to wear an apron-even one with race cars-but I never thought much of it until the day that Dad broke with tradition．It was the last Sunday in August．My father seemed in an expansive mood as we walked home from church together．
"Tommy, " he said letting my name roll off his tongue．My mind raced ahead of his words： The birds and the bees? A new bike? A part-time job?
"There comes a time in every boy's life when he must take on responsibilities．" This was important．I might even get to back the car out of the driveway．
"Responsibilities? " I asked．
"Yes．It's time you took a greater role in the household．" Power tools? Boss my baby brother?
"Starting today, I want you to do the dishes on Sunday morning so your mother and I can work the crossword puzzle together．"
"The dishes! ? "
"Anything wrong with taking over the dishes, son? "
I started to say something about a man's job or woman's work, but I knew immediately that my protests would fall on deaf ears．
I didn't taste a bit of breakfast that morning．Dad seemed in a cheerful mood and was describing a wonderful baseball game he saw last night．
Suddenly, everything grew quiet．My sister began to clear the table．My brother was finishing the last of the egg from his plate．And then that ancient family ritual(程序、仪式)that had filled so many Sunday mornings came to an end．My father announced： "Let's go read the paper, Hon．"
"Aren't you doing the dishes? " my mother asked in puzzlement．
"Your oldest son has generously offered to fill the position．"
My brother and sister stopped cold．So this was what my life had come to．A dark angel sat on my left shoulder and reminded me that I could hit a baseball farther than anyone in my class．I could bench-press my weight．Ask me to run through a rainstorm．Command me to ride the roller coaster – backward．These things I would do．But I could never do those dishes．There was nothing left but to refuse．
People often say there is a special chemistry between a father and a son．He came back into the kitchen just as I was about to storm out．He had loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt-ready to relax．In his right hand was the old apron．
"I want you to have this, Tommy．It'll keep your clothes from getting wet．" And before I could mount a protest, he had put the thing on me．"Thanks, Son．Your mother and I appreciate this．"
With that he disappeared into the Sunday paper．I looked down at the plastic．It had seen better days．I could see my dad reaching for the dishes．The dark angel flew off．Soon I was singing about Mrs．Murphy's chowder．The words came out of nowhere．And out of nowhere I knew the kind of man I wanted to be．
(1)
From paragraph 1, we can learn that ________．
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A．
the family usually had breakfast after going to church on Sundays
B．
father was not really willing to wash dishes for the family
C．
mother would wash dishes together with father
D．
mother used to do the dishes alone
(2)
What did the author think of washing dishes at first?
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A．
It's natural for a man to wash dishes．
B．
Children need to help parents wash dishes．
C．
Parents should wash dishes more．
D．
Washing dishes was women's work．
(3)
Which of the following is conveyed in the passage?
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A．
The writer understood his father at last．
B．
The writer was asked to run through a rainstorm．
C．
The writer's sister offered to wash dishes for him．
D．
The writer's mother was happy that he offered to wash dishes．
(4)
Which of the following words can best describe the author's father?
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A．
Stubborn．
B．
Humorous．
C．
Responsible．
D．
Generous．
(5)
The writer wrote the passage in order to ________．
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A．
tell readers how his father taught him what it means to be a man
B．
tell readers there is always a special chemistry between a father and a son
C．
show readers the generation gap is actually something easy to deal with
D．
show readers what an ideal relationship between a father and a son is like
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