I returned to my seat and prepared to go with my family to pick up our luggage and get our connecting flight. Only then did I realize my face was covered with salty water; I don't know if it was sweat or tears. Given all my clinical experience, I knew there was little hope of that man surviving. Yet I continued to massage the man's heart.
我回到座位，準備和家人一起領取行李轉機，才發覺滿臉鹹味的水滴流下，不知是汗還是淚，在剛剛的急救裡，以往的臨床經驗，其實早已知道機會不大了，卻是堅持地壓擠心臟做按摩，彷如自己置身在墨爾本機場，急著不願讓父親就這樣撒手西去。