| It was a cold spring morning in London.
People walking in the street were wearing heavy clothes. The weather had been
very bad for the past week, and now many people were ill. Today there were quite
a few people in the doctor's waiting room. There were still a few minutes before
the doctor started seeing the patients (患者). A man of about seventy years old was at the front of the queue (排队). He did not live in this city. He came from a farm north of London, he was here to visit his daughter who was a secretary in a big company. He wanted to see the doctor because of his back problem. Soon an Indian (印度人) came into the waiting room, and walked straight to the doctor's door. When he saw this, the old man stood up and took hold of his arm. He said slowly, "We were all here before you. You must wait for your mm. Do... you... understand?" The Indian answered, "No, Sir. You don't understand! You're all after me! I am the doctor!" |