"So how will he do? Is his leg going to be alright?" The worried mother asked the doctor about her son's sollen feet. "It hurts!" The boy screamed.
The doctor pulled a lollipop out of his robes, and gave it to the boy, "Here, this is your medicine." The doctor smiled at the boy, and gave the lollipop to him. The boy immediately devoured the lollipop.
The Doctor continued smiling and looked at the mother, "No worry Mrs. Wesley, Josh will get better soon, he just twisted his ankle. Just make sure he doesn't escape your house and go play at the hill!"
The mother bowed, "Thank you Dr. Huan, we are so lucky to have an expert physician like you in Muse."
"Please please, I am still in training!" Huan waved his hands in front of himself in protest. "Well, you take care of yourself, Josh, and don't make your mother worry so much!"
"Okay Dr. Huan, but I'm okay now, it doesn't hurt!" The boy started running from his mother, and the mother waved bye to Huan and left running after the boy "Hey! Don't run!"
Huan closed the door to his clinic. Oddly, once the door closed, the bright interior suddenly turned to a darker hue. Huan proceeded to his study, which was lit by a single tapered candle. Huan sat at his study desk and opened a book. The book, titled, "Anesthetisiology" was authored by Liukan. Huan showed a wry smile as he opened the book. He opened to a page titled "Anesthetic Infusion."
Huan then opened a log book, and started writing--"Joshua Wesley, 7-yr old, male. Injured left foot by twisting ankle and minor contusions. Treatment, anesthetic candy to kill pain. Dosage of infused anesthetic--50 u."
Huan closed and locked the book and retired to his quarters.
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Later that night...
"DR. HUAN, PLEASE LET ME IN!!!!" Huan was awakened by a frantic voice and pounding noises at his door, he immediately woke up and ran downstairs to his clinic door. "DR. HUAN, JOSH IS!!! OH PLEASE SAVE HIM!!"
Huan opened the door. He saw a few townsmen with Mrs. Wesley holding a
blood-soaked Josh. "What happened?" Huan asked with a worried look on his face.
"I told him not to go to the hills, but he sneaked out and climbed up, and he fell!! His friends said he was saying he was feeling sleepy! Please help him!!" Mrs. Wesley pleaded frantically.
Huan took Josh's pulse, and ordered the townsment to take the boy inside. "Lay him down on that table," Huan ordered, and the townsmen laid Josh on the operation table. Huan immediately started his prognosis by looking at the boy's wounds.
"....broken ribs... three of them, in fact... concussions... minimal blood loss for this amount of damage... broken leg... head wounds.... " Huan whispered as he investigated the boy's wounds. Huan turned towards the boy's mother and said in an earnest tone. "Mrs. Wesley, Josh requires an operation, he has suffered some blood loss as well, and I need you to give us some of your blood to help him."
The mother agreed without a pause. Huan asked the other townsmen to leave so that he may concentrate on his operation. He then walked over to a cabinet and took out a mask with a tube extending from it's nostrils. The tube was connected to a huge bottle filled with clear fluid.
"Please lay on that other bed, Mrs. Wesley. I will have to keep you asleep while I operate on Josh, because taking blood out of you would be very painful and you won't want to see your son being operated on." Huan smiled, "Please don't worry, everything will be fine."
The mother said, "if my blood could save my Joshua, I'll do anything! Please save him, I wouldn't mind if I die if he were to live!!" The mother cried as she said that, and Huan hugged her gently. "Please don't worry, this really is not that difficult of an operation, now, I will have to make you fall asleep."
The mother laid on top of the table and Huan put the mask on her. Huan used a pump to get the sleeping gas flowing, and the mother was asleep soon later.
Huan then started operating on them.
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A few days later...
"A mother and her son rests here in eternal embrace" a tombstone read in the Muse graveyard. Huan stood alone in front of the tombstone, and the gravekeeper came to talk to him.
"How pitiful, husband killed in war, and one mother raising a child, and they die, just like that. What a world we live in." The gravekeeper spoke, his bent back wobbling. "Well, I suppose I will be out of work without people kicking the bucket, eh?" The gravekeeper cackled as he left Huan. Huan started walking home without a word.
As he walked home, a townsman stopped Huan and said, "I heard about the
Wesley's, too bad they were unable to make it. But if you were unable to heal them, who could have..." Huan looked at the townsman and said "The boy was at death's door, and although I told Mrs. Wesley that there is no hope, she insisted that I use her blood... she said she will take any risk. This result saddens me greatly..."
The townsnman replied, "It's not your fault Dr. Huan, the stars of destiny must have fated this to happen."
Huan got back to his clinic, and locked his door. He then entered his study and unlocked his log book. Within it, he read his previous day's entry.
"Performed dissection on two specimens (Specimen A:7yr old, male/Specimen B:29 yr old, female) previously injected with sample bacteria collected from Lake Dunan. Incision on Specimen A's ankle showed bacterial infection reaching into the bones, replacing it with a brown, brittle, substance. Specimen B, previously prescribed with anti-bacterial tea, showed no sign of infestation.
Performed further autopsy on both specimens for experimental purposes,
extracted organs needed for further analysis and experimentation. Removed bacteria-affected bone from specimen A's leg."
Huan closed the book and locked it. From beyond his glasses reflecting the flames of the candle, he smiled wickedly, as he laid his log book oh his table and withdrew to his quarters.
The doctor pulled a lollipop out of his robes, and gave it to the boy, "Here, this is your medicine." The doctor smiled at the boy, and gave the lollipop to him. The boy immediately devoured the lollipop.
The Doctor continued smiling and looked at the mother, "No worry Mrs. Wesley, Josh will get better soon, he just twisted his ankle. Just make sure he doesn't escape your house and go play at the hill!"
The mother bowed, "Thank you Dr. Huan, we are so lucky to have an expert physician like you in Muse."
"Please please, I am still in training!" Huan waved his hands in front of himself in protest. "Well, you take care of yourself, Josh, and don't make your mother worry so much!"
"Okay Dr. Huan, but I'm okay now, it doesn't hurt!" The boy started running from his mother, and the mother waved bye to Huan and left running after the boy "Hey! Don't run!"
Huan closed the door to his clinic. Oddly, once the door closed, the bright interior suddenly turned to a darker hue. Huan proceeded to his study, which was lit by a single tapered candle. Huan sat at his study desk and opened a book. The book, titled, "Anesthetisiology" was authored by Liukan. Huan showed a wry smile as he opened the book. He opened to a page titled "Anesthetic Infusion."
Huan then opened a log book, and started writing--"Joshua Wesley, 7-yr old, male. Injured left foot by twisting ankle and minor contusions. Treatment, anesthetic candy to kill pain. Dosage of infused anesthetic--50 u."
Huan closed and locked the book and retired to his quarters.
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Later that night...
"DR. HUAN, PLEASE LET ME IN!!!!" Huan was awakened by a frantic voice and pounding noises at his door, he immediately woke up and ran downstairs to his clinic door. "DR. HUAN, JOSH IS!!! OH PLEASE SAVE HIM!!"
Huan opened the door. He saw a few townsmen with Mrs. Wesley holding a
blood-soaked Josh. "What happened?" Huan asked with a worried look on his face.
"I told him not to go to the hills, but he sneaked out and climbed up, and he fell!! His friends said he was saying he was feeling sleepy! Please help him!!" Mrs. Wesley pleaded frantically.
Huan took Josh's pulse, and ordered the townsment to take the boy inside. "Lay him down on that table," Huan ordered, and the townsmen laid Josh on the operation table. Huan immediately started his prognosis by looking at the boy's wounds.
"....broken ribs... three of them, in fact... concussions... minimal blood loss for this amount of damage... broken leg... head wounds.... " Huan whispered as he investigated the boy's wounds. Huan turned towards the boy's mother and said in an earnest tone. "Mrs. Wesley, Josh requires an operation, he has suffered some blood loss as well, and I need you to give us some of your blood to help him."
The mother agreed without a pause. Huan asked the other townsmen to leave so that he may concentrate on his operation. He then walked over to a cabinet and took out a mask with a tube extending from it's nostrils. The tube was connected to a huge bottle filled with clear fluid.
"Please lay on that other bed, Mrs. Wesley. I will have to keep you asleep while I operate on Josh, because taking blood out of you would be very painful and you won't want to see your son being operated on." Huan smiled, "Please don't worry, everything will be fine."
The mother said, "if my blood could save my Joshua, I'll do anything! Please save him, I wouldn't mind if I die if he were to live!!" The mother cried as she said that, and Huan hugged her gently. "Please don't worry, this really is not that difficult of an operation, now, I will have to make you fall asleep."
The mother laid on top of the table and Huan put the mask on her. Huan used a pump to get the sleeping gas flowing, and the mother was asleep soon later.
Huan then started operating on them.
----------
A few days later...
"A mother and her son rests here in eternal embrace" a tombstone read in the Muse graveyard. Huan stood alone in front of the tombstone, and the gravekeeper came to talk to him.
"How pitiful, husband killed in war, and one mother raising a child, and they die, just like that. What a world we live in." The gravekeeper spoke, his bent back wobbling. "Well, I suppose I will be out of work without people kicking the bucket, eh?" The gravekeeper cackled as he left Huan. Huan started walking home without a word.
As he walked home, a townsman stopped Huan and said, "I heard about the
Wesley's, too bad they were unable to make it. But if you were unable to heal them, who could have..." Huan looked at the townsman and said "The boy was at death's door, and although I told Mrs. Wesley that there is no hope, she insisted that I use her blood... she said she will take any risk. This result saddens me greatly..."
The townsnman replied, "It's not your fault Dr. Huan, the stars of destiny must have fated this to happen."
Huan got back to his clinic, and locked his door. He then entered his study and unlocked his log book. Within it, he read his previous day's entry.
"Performed dissection on two specimens (Specimen A:7yr old, male/Specimen B:29 yr old, female) previously injected with sample bacteria collected from Lake Dunan. Incision on Specimen A's ankle showed bacterial infection reaching into the bones, replacing it with a brown, brittle, substance. Specimen B, previously prescribed with anti-bacterial tea, showed no sign of infestation.
Performed further autopsy on both specimens for experimental purposes,
extracted organs needed for further analysis and experimentation. Removed bacteria-affected bone from specimen A's leg."
Huan closed the book and locked it. From beyond his glasses reflecting the flames of the candle, he smiled wickedly, as he laid his log book oh his table and withdrew to his quarters.