I took the wounded man's pulse. It was intermittent. The body's extremities were already growing cold, and I saw that death was approaching without any possibility of my holding it in check. After dressing the poor man's wound, I redid the linen bandages around his head, and I turned to Captain Nemo.
病人的脉搏，我按了按，已经时有时无。身体各处，手，指脚趾的尖端已经冰冷，我看出死已临头，没法救治了。我包扎好这个不幸的病人，又把他头上的纱布弄好，转过身来对着尼摩船长；我问他：
How did he get this wound? I asked him.
哪来的这伤痕呢？
That's not important, the captain replied evasively. The Nautilus suffered a collision that cracked one of the engine levers, and it struck this man. My chief officer was standing beside him. This man leaped forward to intercept the blow. A brother lays down his life for his brother, a friend for his friend, what could be simpler? That's the law for everyone on board the Nautilus. But what's your diagnosis of his condition?
那没关系！船长掩饰地回答，诺第留斯号受到一次仲撞，弄断了机器上的一条杠杆，打中了这个人。般副正在他旁边。他奋身前去，顶受了这打击……兄弟为自己的兄弟牺牲，朋友为自己的朋友牺牲，再没有更简单的享！这是诺第留斯号船上全体船员共同遵守的规律！您对于他的病精的意见究竟怎样？
I hesitated to speak my mind.
我迟疑不敢说。
You may talk freely, the captain told me. This man doesn't understand French.
您可以说，船长对我说，这人不懂得法语。
I took a last look at the wounded man, then I replied:
我最后看一下伤员，然后回答：
This man will be dead in two hours.
这人在两小时内就要死了。
Nothing can save him?
没有什么办法可以救他吗？
Nothing.
没有。
Captain Nemo clenched his fists, and tears slid from his eyes, which I had thought incapable of weeping.
尼摩船长的手抖起来，几滴眼泪从他的眼中流出来了，从前我以为他的眼睛是不会哭的。
For a few moments more I observed the dying man, whose life was ebbing little by little. He grew still more pale under the electric light that bathed his deathbed. I looked at his intelligent head, furrowed with premature wrinkles that misfortune, perhaps misery, had etched long before. I was hoping to detect the secret of his life in the last words that might escape from his lips!
霎时间，我再看一下这垂死的人，他的生命一点一点消失了。他苍白的面色，由于有明亮的电光照在他临死的床上，更显得惨白。我看他的聪明头额有很多过早的皱纹，那是生活中的不幸或多年的贫苦给他造成的。我要从他嘴里偶然吐出的一些话，明白他生平的秘密！您可以退出了，阿龙纳斯先生。尼摩船长这时对我说。