第四十七号

卡拉在洗碗时割伤了手。伤口不深，但一直流血，所以她去了诊所。接待员要了她的保险卡，给了她一个号码，四十七号。

Carla had cut her hand washing the dishes. It wasn't deep, but it kept bleeding, so she went to the clinic. The receptionist asked for her insurance card and gave her a number. Forty-seven.

门上方的屏幕显示“现在服务：31号”。候诊室里坐满了人。一位男士已经看同一页杂志十分钟了。一位年轻的父亲抱着一个熟睡的婴儿。一个青少年盯着他的手机。

The screen above the door said "Now serving: 31." The waiting room was full. A man was reading the same page of a magazine for ten minutes. A young father was holding a sleeping baby. A teenager was staring at his phone.

卡拉坐下来，盯着数字变化。32号，33号，36号。数字并没有按顺序走。她怀疑自己是不是被遗忘了。

Carla sat down and watched the numbers change. 32. 33. 36. The numbers did not move in order. She wondered if she had been forgotten.

一个小时后，屏幕终于显示47号。她走进小办公室。医生看了她的手两分钟。“没事，”他说。“每天清洗两次，不用缝针。”

After an hour, the screen finally showed 47. She walked through the door to the small office. The doctor looked at her hand for two minutes. "It's nothing," he said. "Clean it twice a day. No stitches."

当她离开时，候诊室几乎空了。青少年已经走了，婴儿醒了，男士终于翻了页。

When she left, the waiting room was almost empty. The teenager was gone. The baby was awake. The man had finally turned the page.