The Doctors Day part 2
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- It being an operation day, he was not free till three in the afternoon. He rushed off straight from the clinic to his friend’s house, in Lawley Extension. Gopal lay in bed. The doctor asked Gopal’s wife, ” How long has he been in bed ? ” “A month and a half, doctor.” “A doctor in the next street comes down once in three days and gives him medicine.” “What is his name?” He had never heard of him. “Someone I don’t know, but I wish he had had the goodness to tell me about it.
- Why couldn’t you have sent me word earlier? ” “We thought you would be busy and did not wish to trouble you unnecessarily.” They were apologetic and miserable. There was hardly any time to be lost. He took off his coat and opened his bag. He took out an injection tube, the needle sizzled over the stove. The sick man’s wife whimpered in a corner and essayed to ask questions. “Please don’t ask questions,” snapped the doctor.
- He looked at the children who were watching the sterilizer, and said, “Send them all away somewhere, except the eldest.” He shot in the drug, sat back in his chair, and gazed on the patient’s face for over an hour. The patient still remained motionless. The doctor’s face gleamed with perspiration, and his eyelids drooped with fatigue. The sick man’s wife stood in a corner and watched silently. She asked timidly, ”
- Doctor, shall I make some coffee for you ? ” “No,” he replied, although he felt famished, having missed his midday meal. He got up and said, “I will be back in a few minutes. Don’t disturb him on any account.” He picked up his bag and went to his car. In a quarter of an hour he was back, followed by an assistant and a nurse. The doctor told the lady of the house, “I have to perform an operation.” “Why, why ? Why? ”
- She asked faintly.” I will tell you all that soon. Will you leave your son here to help us, and go over to the next house and stay there till I call you ? ” The lady felt giddy and sank down on the floor, unable to bear the strain. The nurse attended to her and led her out. At about eight in the evening the patient opened his eyes and stirred slightly in bed. The assistant was overjoyed. He exclaimed enthusiastically,
- “Sir, he will pull through.” The doctor looked at him coldly and whispered: ” I would give anything to see him through but, but the heart . . .” “The pulse has improved, Sir.” “Well, well,” replied the doctor. “Don’t trust it. It is only a false flash-up, very common in these cases.” He ruminated for a while and added, “If the pulse will keep up till eight in the morning, it will go on for the next forty years, but I doubt very much if we shall see anything of it at all after two tonight.”
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