（132）白求恩躺在担架上，在密集的枪声中离开了王家台。一路上，他接连呕吐，但仍然望着前线说：“我十二分忧虑的是前方流血的战士，假使我还有一点支持的力量，我一定要留在前方。”

(132) Carried on a stretcher through relentless gunfire, Bethune departed Wangjiatai. Violent fits of vomiting wracked his body throughout the journey, yet he kept his gaze fixed on the frontline: “What torments me most is our bleeding soldiers at the front. If I had but an ounce of strength left, I’d remain there.”