（137）夜深了，白求恩呼吸越来越困难。他坐起来，回忆着自己走过的战斗历程，想起到延安时的喜悦，想起见到毛主席的幸福心情，眼里充满了光辉。

(137) As the night deepened, Bethune found it increasingly difficult to breathe. He sat up, recalling his journey through the battles, the joy he felt when arriving in Yan’an, and the happiness he had felt when he met Chairman Mao. His eyes were filled with a radiant glow.