“会诊小组认真讨论过您那位患者的病情。”达维特顺着声音望去,他看不见医生的脸,只勉强辨出两个黑点在乳白色雾中移动。“大家一致认为,病情已经好转。”在乳白色的雾中,慢慢地出现了一个绯红色的长圆脸。达维特认出了谢顶的本院主任医师米哈依尔·塔夫多拉泽那熟悉的身影。那不可思议地在空中徘徊的两个黑点,终于在绯红色长圆脸上找到了它们的位置。 “The consultation team seriously discussed your patient’s condition.” Davit looked down at the sound, unable to see the doctor’s face, barely discerning the movement of the two dark spots in the milky mist. “Everyone agreed that his condition had improved.” In the milky mist, a crimson oval face slowly appeared. Davit recognized the figure familiar to Michelair Taftoladzer, the chief physician at the top of the hospital. The two black dots, unbelievably hovering in the air, finally found their place on the crimson long round face.