不为害 Do No Harm

已经好久了,蒙多一边拈着自己的舌头一边想，他巨大的紫舌头像刚被绞死的犯人一样耷拉在嘴边，蒙多好久都没上门治病了。

It has been while, Mundo thought, stroking the massive purple tongue that hung from his mouth like an executed criminal swinging from gallows, since Mundo made a housecall.

他翻下床（一个盛满尖刀和锈铁钉的大木箱），用他最喜欢的牙刷（钉板）刷了牙，然后吃了早饭（一只猫）。蒙多感觉棒极了，充满活力。

He rolled out of his bed (a large wooden box filled with sharpened knives and rusty nails), brushed his teeth (with a nail file), and ate breakfast (a cat). Mundo felt exuberant. He felt alive.

今天是个行医问诊的好日子。

Today was a fine day for practicing medicine.

他的第一个病人正在兰克义肢维护站门口兜售微光酒。这个人瘸着腿转着圈，向周围经过的人大声叫嚷，说微光酒能让他们把眼珠翻到后脑勺，如果他们现在不立刻买一瓶的话就一定是缺心眼儿，什么，你没用好眼神瞅他？那他就会杀了你和你全家，还有你全家的全家。

He spotted his first patient hawking shimmerdrops just outside Ranker’s Limb Maintenance. The man limped around in a circle, shouting at everyone within arm’s length about how shimmerdrops would make their eyes roll into the backs of their heads and how if they didn’t buy some right now, right this second, then they were damn idiots and did you just give him a condescending look? Because he’ll kill you and your family and your family’s family.

蒙多掏出了自己的病例本，他经常在上面记录下患者的表现，包括病史和主诉。这个病例本尺寸庞大，纸张发黄，是蒙多想象出来的。

Mundo took out his notepad, a tool he often used to mark down observations about his patients, both past and present. The notepad was large, yellow, and imaginary.

病人表现出躁狂的迹象，蒙多应该会写下这样的记录，不过这时他只是在用肥硕的手指在空中胡乱地写着鬼画符。疑似经由颅骨出现的神经系统病毒感染，他可能会给出这样的诊断，不过他的头脑无法处理处理如此庞大的信息量。

Patient exhibits signs of mania, Mundo would have written if he hadn’t been tracing random squiggles in the air with a meaty finger. Possible infection of nervous system via cranial virus, he might have inscribed if he were capable of such multisyllabic thought.

“蒙多治头和脸治得最好！”他自言自语道。

“MUNDO CURE HEAD AND FACE AREA GOOD,” he said to himself.

兰克正打算收起自己的微光酒回家睡觉。他需要换一双新鞋。现在这双鞋磨得他双脚起泡，经过一天的忙碌，他应该已经赚出一双柔软舒适的灰鳗鱼皮鞋了吧？

Rank was just about to pack up his shimmerdrops and head home for the night. He needed to get new shoes. These ones rubbed his feet raw when he walked, and at the end of a long day’s work, hadn’t he earned the soft leather of grayeels?

兰克正想着，一头庞大的紫色怪兽从黑影中跳了出来大叫道：“你的血样结果在蒙多这。”

As Rank was thinking this, a huge purple monster jumped out of the shadows and yelled, “MUNDO HAS RESULTS OF YOUR BLOOD WORK.”

蒙多几乎没怎么处置他的第一个病人（只是动了几个胳膊腿），然后就动身前往梦幻商业街，这是一条专门售卖发条玩具的市场。虽然大多数店铺都已经打烊，但蒙多依然还是找到了个独自走夜路的人，他正左摇右晃地沿着街向前走。这个祖安佬哼唱着一首小曲，关于一位青涩的祖安小伙爱上一位美丽的皮城姑娘，不过他似乎只记住了少数几句歌词，“大眼睛”和“送给她”之类的。他一只手提着一个空酒瓶，看上去已经好几个月都没洗澡了。

Mundo left his first patient more or less as he found him (save for a few limbs) and took to the Commercia Fantastica, a market specializing primarily in gearwork toys. Though most of the shops were closed, Mundo spied a lone Zaunite teetering to and fro as he stumbled down the path. The Zaunite sang a song of a Piltovan beauty and the shy boy from the undercity who loved her, except he seemed to have forgotten most of the words apart from “big ol’ eyes” and “gave it to her.” An empty bottle dangled from his hand, and he looked as if he hadn’t had a bath in months.

他是不是和那个微光酒贩子患的同一种疾病？是病毒性的吗？即将引起暴发流行吗？蒙多必须抓紧时间。

Was this man afflicted by the same disease that had ravaged the shimmerdrop dealer? Was this a virus? An epidemic in the making? Mundo had to act fast.

显然这个人需要医疗救助。

This was clearly a man in need of medical attention.

“一次吃两片，早晨再来找蒙多！”紫色怪兽一边说着，一边将切肉刀扔向那个酒鬼的后背。

“TAKE TWO OF THESE AND TALK TO MUNDO IN MORNING,” the purple monstrosity said as he tossed a bonesaw into the drunk’s back.

蒙多来到祖安地沟区。如果真的有病毒传播，那么这里很可能是传染源。初始病例一定就在这附近。如果他能治好第一个患上这神秘传染病的患者，蒙多就能够治愈祖安的其余地区。

Mundo descended into Zaun’s Sump level. If there was a virus going around, chances were it originated here. There must be a patient zero somewhere. If he could just cure the first sufferer of this mystery disease, Mundo knew he could cure the rest of Zaun.

但蒙多怎样才能在四通八达的地沟区找到某个特定的病人呢？他要怎样才能隔离、控制并治好这些饱受病痛折磨的祖安佬？他要怎样——

But how was Mundo to find one specific patient in the sprawl of the Sump level? What steps would he take to isolate, quarantine, and fix this most suffering of Zaunites? How would he–-

蒙多听到有动静。脚步声，有节奏的金属碰撞声。

Mundo heard something. Footsteps, and a rhythmic clang of metal against metal.

他循着声音，尽可能小心翼翼地跟了过去 —— 他可不想吓跑病人并导致感染扩散 —— 随后，他找到了自己的目标。

He followed the noise as carefully and quietly as he could –- wouldn’t want to spook the patient into running away and infecting even more people –- and found exactly what he was looking for.

一个小男孩，最多不超过十五岁，一头雪亮的白发，手里拿着某种类似铁剑的东西。他脸上带着沙漏型状的面纹。可能是某种警告？警告任何情况都不要靠近他？

A young boy. No older than fifteen, probably, with a shock of white hair and a large metal sword-looking-thing in his hand. He had some sort of hourglass tattooed onto his face. Maybe a warning? A symbol that he was not to be approached under any circumstances?

蒙多知道自己已经找到了。初始病例。

Mundo knew he’d found him. Patient zero.

这将是一次非常复杂的手术，需要技巧、筹备、犀利的目光和——

It would be a complex operation, requiring skill, planning, a careful eye and–-

“可能会有点疼！”怪物大叫着跳了出来。他庞大的紫色身躯腾空而起，手中握着巨大的切肉刀，舌头在空中摇曳。

“YOU MIGHT FEEL A LITTLE STING,” the creature said, leaping out. His enormous purple form hurtling through the air, massive bonesaw in hand, tongue flapping in the wind.

男孩吃了一惊，但绝非束手无策。任何敢在地沟游荡的人都知道需要时刻面对突如其来的麻烦，准备的时间只有一瞬间，不过对于这个孩子来讲，准备的时间有的是。

The boy was surprised, but not unprepared. Anybody hanging out in the Sump knew to be ready for trouble at a moment’s notice, and the kid had plenty of time to prepare.

其实，他只有时间。

Nothing but time, in fact.

没二话：这是个麻烦的病人。

No two ways about it: this was a troublesome patient.

他拒绝回答蒙多关于病史的问题，而且一次又一次地躲开了蒙多喂他吃的药。他反反复复地重复自己的行为（可能是因为患有物理失忆症？），而且也毫不尊重蒙多医生的权威。

He refused to answer Mundo’s questions about his medical history, and continued to evade Mundo’s attempts to make him take his medicine. He repeated himself over and over again (perhaps suffering from a case of physical amnesia?) and had no respect for Dr. Mundo’s authority.

两个人就病情争执了好久，感觉已经过了好几个小时，蒙多认为自己已经讲清楚本次治疗的好处了，但这个孩子却始终逃避蒙多的治疗手段。

The two scuffled over the child’s sickness for what felt like hours. Mundo made what he thought were very salient points about the merits of treatment, but the child constantly evaded Mundo’s attempts to help him.

与这个孩子的争执开始让蒙多觉得厌倦。他耐着性子最后一次尝试进行治疗，拿出德玛西亚决斗剑客般的精准，操起他的手术刀。他脑海中回想起自己的医者誓言——“蒙多治疗一切病，蒙多行医用大力！”。他想要治愈这个孩子的渴望让他的决心无比坚定。

Mundo grew tired of arguing with the boy. He mustered up one final attempt at treatment, wielding his precision scalpel with the artistry of a Demacian duelist. The words of his medical vows -– “MUNDO FIX ALL THINGS, MUNDO DO MEDICINE VERY HARD” –- ran through his head again and again. His desire to cure this child filled him with purpose and determination.

他用全力抡了过去。

He swung with all his might.

治疗成功了。

The treatment was a success.

可是随后，不知怎么回事，治疗的效果发生了倒退。无论蒙多的最后一次治疗多么成功，效果总是会突然复原。蒙多彻底陷入困惑，那个男孩急忙跑开了，完全没疗效。

But then –- somehow –- the treatment reversed itself. Whatever good Mundo had accomplished in his last attempt at a cure was suddenly undone. To Mundo’s utter confusion, the child scurried away, utterly uncured.

蒙多懊恼地尖叫起来。

Mundo screamed in irritation.

“为什么不让蒙多拯救所有人？”他对天大喊。

“WHY CAN’T MUNDO SAVE THEM ALL?” he screamed to the sky.

并不是每次手术都会成功。蒙多虚心地承认了这一点。但是蒙多努力让自己看到积极的一面。除了最后遇到的这个病人以外，蒙多曾经帮助过的人罄竹难书。他今天已经完成了许多工作，现在该休息了。

Not every operation was a success. Mundo would be the first to admit that. Still, Mundo tried to focus on the positive: Apart from this most recent patient, Mundo had helped an awful lot of people. He’d done a full day’s work, and now it was time to rest.

太阳升起，蒙多归家，缩进了那张床。谁知道明天会又怎样的惊喜？新的病人待他救援，新的疫病待他阻止。

As the sun came up, Mundo retired home and tucked himself into bed. Who knew what tomorrow might bring? Another patient to help. Another epidemic to stop.

医生的使命无止无休。

A doctor’s work was never done.