（71）太阳已经偏西了，同志们留白求恩吃饭、休息。白求恩摇摇头说：“不行！家里一位伤员正等着做手术！”他一刻也不停留，骑上那棕色骏马又往回跑。

(71) The sun was already sinking in the west. The comrades urged Bethune to stay for food and rest, but he shook his head firmly: “Impossible! A wounded soldier back at the field hospital needs immediate surgery!” Without a moment’s delay, he mounted his brown steed and rode back.