HELP!
Chapter four New equipment
Later that day, after Harry recovered from his seminal purging experience, he had a visitor from the ministries' legal department. "Hello Mister Potter," he greeted Harry, holding out his hand. "Merlin's beard, what happened to your hands?"
"I had a bad experience on Auror duty, Mister Crackland. That's not what I wanted to talk to you about. It has come to my attention that this hospital, St. Mungo's, is badly in need of some specialized medical diagnostic equipment, and they simply can't afford to buy what they need right now. I would like you to look into obtaining this equipment for them as soon as possible, at my expense of course."
"Certainly Mister Potter. Do you know the nature of this equipment?"
"I just know the names of two devices, a CAT machine, and an MRI machine. I don't know what they do, or what those initials mean. I just know that they are badly needed. I need you contact the chief of the medical department here and tell him that an anonymous donor wishes to donate them to St. Mungo's. And the sooner the better."
"I will start looking into this immediately, Mister Potter. Is there to be a cap on what you will donate?"
"No, just keep me informed."
"And my usual fee is acceptable?"
"Absolutely, and if you can get them in here and working within two weeks, you can tack on an additional ten percent. Ok?"
"Yes, Mister Potter. Anything else?"
"No. Just keep me informed. Thank you Mister Crackland."
"Good day to you, Mister Potter. I hope you are felling better soon."
Just before dinner, Healer Poundstone stopped by on his daily rounds. "How are you feeling this afternoon Mister Potter?"
"Better Doc, I think."
"Well that's good to hear. Mister Potter, I just came out of a very interesting meeting with my boss and some important ministry official. It seems that some very rich wizard is going to donate a lot of money to St. Mungo's to purchase two diagnostic machines that we need. And it just happens that the two devices are just what we need to evaluate your progress. Quite a coincidence, don't you think."
"Yes, quite. So what are these machines Doc?"
"One is called Computerized Axial Tomography, or simply a CAT scanner. Using x-ray technology, it produces very high resolution 3-demensional images. The other device is called a Magnetic Resonance Imaging machine, or simply an MRI machine. It also produces high resolutions 3-dimensional images, but using a different technology. Together, they can give us very accurate pictures of how your joints and bones are healing. They have many other uses in medicine, and will be of great assistance to St. Mungo's. Unfortunately, they are very expensive devices. But hopefully, we will have them soon."
"So who is this ultra rich benefactor, Doc?"
"No one knows. He, or she, chooses to remain anonymous. Well, I have to see a few other patients tonight. I will see you tomorrow Mister Potter."
"Yea, good night Doc."
Just before dinner time, Ginny arrived with a hospital administrator. "Hi, Mister Potter. This is Mister Wellswort from the administration offices. Mrs. Weasley, the volunteer who is helping you, has requested permission to discuss your medical situations with me. I can not do that without your written permission, and since you are not able to sign the permission form, Mister Wellswort will witness your verbal permission."
"Mister Potter, you simply need to state to me that you give Mediwitch Weasley permission to discuss your medical issues with volunteer Mrs. Weasley."
"Yes, for the record, I hereby give Mediwitch Weasley permission to discuss my medical affairs, and any other information pertinent to furthering my recovery, with volunteer Mrs. Weasley on this day, well whatever the bloody hell day it is. OK. Is that sufficient?"
"Yes, Mister Potter. Quite sufficient. Thank you."
Once they were alone, Ginny looked at him. "What was all that shite about 'other information', Harry?"
"Language, Weasley."
"Yea, you should talk. So what was it about.?"
"I don't know. I was on a roll, so I just threw that in."
"You are a weirdo, Potter."
'Takes one to know one, Weasley."
Just then, their was a knock on the curtain. Actually, a large rather stern looking Mediwitch said, "Knock. Knock. May I come in?"
Ginny jumped and said, "Of course Mrs. Billings. Mister Potter, this is my supervisor, Mediwitch Billings."
The older Mediwitch looked at Harry and said in a very stern voice, "You are Mister Potter, correct."
"Yes, I am Mister Potter. What may I do for you?"
"Mister Potter, we periodically check with all of our patients to make sure that their needs are being answered. You may say whatever you like about anything. Nothing you say to me will be placed on your medical record. You may be completely honest with your answers, and if you prefer, I will ask Miss Weasley to leave the room while I interview you."
"No, Miss Weasley may stay."
"Very good. Now Mister Potter, do you have any complaints about anything at all? Anything that you are uncomfortable with?"
Harry looked over at Ginny with a mischievous smile and gave her a surreptitious wink.
"No, no complaints, and no questions."
"Do you have any complaints about any of the care-givers, or Healers, or anyone on our ancillary staff?"
"No."
On a scale of one to ten, ten being the highest, How would you rate our staff overall?"
"Ten."
And how would you rate your care-giver, Mediwitch Weasley?"
"One hundred."
Ginny's smile reached ear to ear.
"Mister Potter, can you honestly say that there is not even one thing about Miss
Weasley that you could complain about?"
"Mrs. Billings, I have spent more time in hospitals and school infirmaries than most people spend shopping. Check my medical record. I can honestly say that the people here are absolutely top notch. And Miss Weasley is one of the best, most competent and caring Mediwitch I have ever known."
"Mister Potter, did you know, or had you met Miss Weasley prior to your admission?"
"No, I did not."
"Well, ok, Mister Potter. Thank you. You may carry on Miss Weasley."
"What the bloody hell was that all about?" asked Harry.
"I don't know Harry."
"Has she ever done anything like that before?"
"Yes, to other Mediwitches, but never to me."
"Well, ok then. Maybe it was just your turn. So what's for dinner?"
Ginny left for the patient food distribution station on her floor and returned with Harry's dinner. Setting it on the bed table and adjusting Harry's bed, she sat next to him and uncovered the various dishes. "Surprise!" she shouted. "Tonight, real food. No Jell-O.
"Wow, how come?"
"Harry, I think that they are getting you ready to go home."
"No, I can't go home yet. I'd starve. Who would cook for me? Who would feed me?"
"We are working on that Harry. Me and mum. The only problem we have is money. If we get someone to stay with you, someone would have to pay them. So I need to talk to you about that."
"Gin, I'm very rich. No one knows that, I have always kept it secret. If you need money for any reason, just let me know and it's done."
"Ok, Harry. Mum and I are going to work out the particulars tonight. That's why we needed your permission."
End chapter four
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