“Excuse me, sister, who was the on-call
house officer last night?” The medical officer – a well-tempered lady – asked
after starting her morning round for 5 minutes and was still seeing her first
patient.
“What’s wrong, Dr. W?” The nursing officer
asked back – slightly alarmed as she noted that the medical officer sounded
serious.
“Em… You’d better called him to come here
now…” The doctor said calmly.
The senior nurse duly followed.
Ten minutes later, a young man in dingy
clothes presented himself in front of Dr. W. He had a baby face. The medical
officer actually fancied some lanugo hair on the lips of this sordid-looking boy.
“Come here, young man,” she began, “You saw
this patient last night. Look at his left foot. What do you call this?” She was
pointing at a grossly swollen big toe of an old man lying in bed.
The intern shook his head. His eyes appeared
hollow – maybe his brain as well.
(To be continued.)
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