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As an intern(实习医生), I grew to understand that nursing home(疗养所)patients was a valuable part of my education-not just from a 1 angle, but for what they could 2 me personally.
Mr.Smith was my first 3 to the nursing home.His condition, regrettably, can probably exist in countless hospitals across our nation.An acute illness had brought him to our nursing home years ago, and his family 4 him shortly before he left hospital.Helpless and unable to care for himself, he had no 5 except for nursing home care, 6 he lay until I met him when I was an intern.
Mr.Smith was almost non-communicative.After transferring to the nursing home, he 7 into a tense and 8 state, waiting for his life to end.All efforts to bring him back to the mainstream life were 9 .Nurses faithfully tended to his physical needs, while he 10 as a shell of flesh and bone, completely 11 in life.For three years, I saw him every week, but not once did I hear him speak a word.Not once could I 12 his innermost thoughts.
On my last nursing home visit, an idea struck me.I brought my 13 into Mr.Smith’s room as part of a(n) 14 in “pet treatment.” Something 15 occurred.All of a sudden, he sat up and started talking, telling me of the days when he was a boy and had a dog 16 to my own.He told me stories of adventures he and his dog had had.For the first time, I saw the soul 17 from what had been a living corpse(尸体).
That experience taught me not to underestimate the ability of the simple things in life to 18 hearts when carefully-made medicine has failed, and never to forget that within even the weakest of human bodies lies a life that is precious indeed- 19 that needs to be 20 and honored, even if it can’t speak for itself.
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