2019年11月04日 英语美文 暂无评论



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CHINAS HEALTH-CARE system is a great subject for reporting. But I would have preferred to do it as a journalist, not as a patient at Tongcheng Peoples Hospital.
My wife, Debra, and I are just back from our third trip to Yunnan, a picturesque, verdant province in Chinas southwest. We have an amazing guide, Frank Hitman─Flanke to the Chinese─who is endlessly enthusiastic and as tourist-junk and crap-food avoidant as we are.
我和我太太德布拉(Debra)刚从我们的第三次云南之行归来。云南是位于中国西南部的一个风景如画、满目苍翠的省份。我们请到了最棒的向导──弗兰克西特曼(Frank Hitman),他每时每刻都精力充沛,和我们一样,他也讨厌廉价旅游纪念品和垃圾食品。
The highlight of the trip was a hike over what Frank called the mighty Gaoligong mountains. They are green and jagged and go on and on and eventually end in Burma. We were crossing a trail that was part of the Burma Road of World War II fame, starting at 5,000 feet and climbing to 10,000 feet. Franks lovely girlfriend, Anne-Sophie Markus, a photographer, came along, as did Mr. Ji, Franks driver, who thought most everything we did was hilarious.
旅途中最精彩的当属徒步穿越弗兰克形容为“浩瀚无际”的高黎贡山。这座山脉一碧无际、连绵起伏,最终延伸到缅甸境内。我们的穿越路线始自海拔5,000英尺(约合1,524米)的地方,在中途要攀升至海拔10,000英尺(约合3,048米),这条路径是第二次世界大战中著名的滇缅公路的一部分。与我们同行的还有弗兰克可爱的女友、摄影师安妮-索菲马库斯(Anne-Sophie Markus),以及弗兰克的司机老纪。老纪觉得我们做的大部分事情都很好笑。
Deb and I like hiking─or, more precisely, we like the idea of hiking. We usually forget that hiking involves walking up and down steep mountains and encountering all manner of things wed rather just read about. On the seven-mile hike up the mountain, Anne-Sophie saw a wild wolf, who thankfully was more frightened of us than vice versa; I brushed my hand against a poisonous bush that left the back of my hand stinging for three days; and all but Frank were beset by nasty leeches that left our clothes bloody.
At some point, what must have been thousands of laborers placed tens of thousands of stones along the trail to make it more passable. Great for hikers when dry; treacherous when wet. Its almost always wet.
Deb and I made it to the summit, huffing and puffing and taking many breaks. The journey down was far harder. The route was much steeper, the rain was pounding and the rocks led through one stream after another. It was like hiking down a mountain coated with ice.
I took a powerful pratfall just below the summit, smashing my back against the stone steps. Deb screamed. I could barely breathe and my right side was on fire. I hoped Id just had the wind knocked out of me, but I knew that was optimistic.
We were at 10,000 feet on a mountain. My ribs were bruised or broken. And it was 10 miles to the nearest dirt road. For the rest of the hike, I went at the pace of a 90-year-old using a walker, grunting in pain all the way. Frank held my hand on particularly treacherous paths. It rained and rained and rained. Shortly before sunset we made it to the bottom, soaked and shivering.
After a nights sleep, we all headed to Tengchong Peoples Hospital to see what I had done.
Tengchong is a lovely, green city where people smile a lot and─unlike in other Chinese cities─drivers dont try to mow you down. Tengchong Peoples Hospital is crowded and decaying and full of patients who look in terrible shape and are seeking any edge to move ahead of their fellow sufferers and see a doctor.
I had several advantages over other patients. First, I was a Westerner, which made me an instant celebrity. Second, I had Mr. Ji, who knows his way around Chinese bureaucracy. No complaints from me about long waits─or charges. Tengchong Peoples charges 1 yuan (16 cents) to be admitted and 4.4 yuan (67 cents) to see a doctor. An X-ray is 114 yuan ($18.39).
But seeing a doctor didnt have quite the meaning it does in the U.S. There were two guys in lab coats sitting at wooden tables, besieged by patients. Frank explained in Chinese what had happened. I pointed to my rib cage.
Does your stomach hurt? one of them asked. What about lower back? No, to both questions. They dispatched me to the X-ray area, where a dozen people were watching the technicians screen over his shoulder.
Waiguoren? he asked, stunned at the possibility. Foreigner? I was whisked ahead of the other patients into the X-ray room, where I was zapped without lead draping. I hope their aim was good.
Finally, I got to see a specialist, who sat at another wooden desk. He looked at my X-rays, holding them up to the light from the window. He conferred with Frank and Mr. Ji.
The diagnosis: two broken ribs. See? he said, holding up the film. I saw two gaps, which I guess were the breaks. I fell on a good part of my back, he said. (Easy for him to say.)
Take it easy, he said. Take Chinese medicine. (He didnt say what kind.) And try some Yunnan-made spray thats good for healing. Pain should subside in two weeks or so.
And that was it. Today, the pain is excruciating when I turn suddenly, but it doesnt hurt much to sit in a chair or lie in a bed. Deb hits me with the Yunnan spray─27 special ingredients, none listed on the can. I screech from the cold, which she finds amusing.
Things could be worse. Ive been leech-free for two days now.
事情本来没准还会更糟糕呢。两天之前我身体里才终于没有蚂蟥了。 www.verywen.com