史密斯医生摇着头，一边笑一边骂，那双灰蓝色的眼睛瞪得老大。
“I've been doing consults with Europeans for twenty years. Twenty years! Those bastards operate like they're using their feet. Slow， clumsy， asking stupid questions every five minutes.'Is this the right plane? Should I cut here?' Jesus Christ.”
（我跟欧洲人做远程指导二十年了，二十年！那些混蛋做手术跟用脚做的似的。又慢又笨，五分钟问一个蠢问题。“这是正确的层面吗？该切这儿吗？”我的天。）
“This? This was supposed to be my dinner. I was ready for a six-hour marathon. And you? ten minutes. You made me look like I'm retired.”
（这个？这是我准备的晚饭。我都准备好熬六个小时了。你呢？十分钟。你让我看起来像要退休了。）
他又笑了，这回笑得肩膀都在抖。
史密斯医生的动作有点剧烈，看起来整个屏幕都在跟着他的肩膀一起抖。
“I'm gonna call USSC tomorrow and tell them: whatever you're paying this guy， double it. And those old European surgeons I've been working with? I'm gonna tell them to shove these tri-staples up their asses. Maybe that'll teach them how to operate.”
（我明天就给美国外科打电话，告诉他们：你们给这哥们儿多少钱，翻倍。还有那些我一直合作的老欧洲外科医生？我让他们把三排钉塞进屁股里。没准那样能教会他们怎么做手术。）
他顿了顿，又看了一眼画面里那个正在关闭的
…。。