The fan was making a creeking sound as it rotated round it’s axis,
the air it gave was like still humid liquid, not pleasant at all,
Chioma noted it as one of the issues to discuss with Dr Ismaila
later, the patient she was attending looked frail and hopeless.
‘Mrs Badejo, how are you feeling today?’ She asked.
‘As usual, I have a bad heart, can’t afford the surgery, how should
I feel?’
‘I see, take a deep breadth for me.’ She said placing her stethoscope
on her chest.
A loud tang sound made her look back, Mrs Badejo’s teenage
daughter had dropped a stainless cup, Chioma looked at the direction
she was gazing and saw Dr Mark by the windowtalking to a nurse,
she smiled, most female young female patients, even some old ones
usually had a thing for Dr Mark. Dr Musa had given her several
of the details somedays ago over lunch, including a girl that
threatened to commit suicide if Dr Mark doesn’t kiss her, lately Dr
Musa’s stories are becoming too bogus to believe.
The sound got him too because he looked up and smiled, then
entered the ward, unfortunately he didn’t notice the teenage girl.
‘Good morning Mrs Badejo.’ He greeted.
The lady grunted for a reply.
‘My days are numberd aren’t they?’ She said in the saddest tone she
could conjure.
‘Well Mrs Badejo, you don’t have to say such things, we stole the
best cardiologist in Abuja, if not in Nigeria, and she is looking after
you.’ Dr Mark said.
‘So that means you’ll save me, can I rely on you, can I put my
hope on you?’
‘No, you can’t rely on me neither can you put your hopes on me, I
can’t guarantee that you’ll recover or live.’ Chioma said.
‘Dr, you said she was the best, now she saying that I will die.’ Mrs
Badejo said almost in tears.
‘No she didn’t say that.’ Mark said looking at Chioma hoping that she
should salvage the situation.
‘Actually I did.’ She said.
‘Dr Anyawu.’ Mark said again hoping.
‘You see Mrs Badejo your life is your hands, the will to recover
and live is yours, I can only infuse you with drugs, I’m a man like
you, your strong will and hope will give you strength, do you
believe in God?’
‘Yes.’
‘Then believe that He can save you, your Dr can’t save you only
you can, your Dr can die too, he’s not infallible, what can cure you
is positive thinking.’
‘You hear mom so stop lamenting and pray we get the money for
your surgery soon.’ Her teenage said.
‘Ok, Dr, from now only positive thinking, I believe I will get
well, I have to live for my daughter, am all she has left.’
‘And I was just uniformed that an unanimous person just deposited
money for your surgery.’
‘Oh the Lord is great, she cried, I believe in God.’
‘That was quiet impressive, and I also assume that you’re that
unanimous Samaritan, I can see why Dr Ismaila cant stop praising
you, I’ll use that trick on my patients, pray I have enough money to
fund an expensive procedure.’ Dr Mark said as they were walking
down the corridor.
‘Its not a trick, its true.’
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