the doctor came in the private hospital ward holding papers.
The young man was sitting on the hospital bed. The blanket was crumpled. The blue pajamas was too big for man`s skinny figure .The man gave a glance to the doctor, grinned from ear to ear and said: “Hi, Mr. doctor”. Then he continued to play the game on his iPhone. The end of his tongue was out of his mouth and he bit it from time to time.
“What a spring chicken”, the doctor thought. He coughed to clean his throat and said: “Mr. Jackson, I've got ...”
“Cold? You cough just as I do. It is great that you are the doctor, you can help yourself. I am busy now, trying to kill the boss of the level. Good luck and quick recovering”, the patient interrupted him.
The tired doctor looked at the man over his glasses and thought: “Sometimes I think I'd better be a pathologist. Corpses are less disgusting than living people. Well, Carl Flannigan, you made this decision by your own small mind”. The doctor breathed out and continued: “I've got not very pleasant news”.
“What are you talking about?” Mick asked without stop paying attention to his gadget. He thought: “What an inconsistent man! If news are unpleasant then why did he call this afternoon ‘good’?”
The doctor thought: “He even doesn’t look at me! What an idiot! As all of my patients. They all impolite until they don't need a good result. However, good results of tests or bad results, that pigs are always rude and obedient”, and then said with all his patience: “Mr. Jackson, pay me your attention, please. It's important for you”.
“Well, okay, if it is important”, Mick said with moaning and stopped playing the game. He looked at the doctor by sparkling green eyes and swung from side to side.
“The life is not the bed of roses. It is unpredictable. I don`t want to hide the truth. Please, be strong, Mr. Jackson”, Carl waited for a while and continued: “Mick, the results of your tests are bad. You have a lung cancer. Tumors are equal to 4 centimeters. Tumors and other reasons — if you want I can talk about them in details —create difficulties for treatment. I will consult with other specialists. You`d better check if all your deals are in good order”, the doctor finished and closed his eyes for a moment in relief. He was irritated of seeing people full of fears and angry. Carl thought: “I became a medic to help people. But then one died and another one, and another one. The only way I often help people is to discover the illness they will die from”.
“Well, okay Mr. doctor. Can I play the game now?” the young man asked.
“What?” Flannigan couldn`t believe his ears. “You want to play the game? After what you have heard?”
“Amm-m, yes”, Mick shrugged his shoulders. “I want to kill the boss. If you want I can show you how I play”.
“Maybe, it is a kind of shock?” thought the doctor rubbing his chin. “It would be tactless if I asked, but… Whatever, I am as awful as all around. If that guy is so silly I can only give him a bitter pill”. Carl said: “It is almost ninety percents that you will die soon. Do you understand this? And if you do so, do you really want to play the game instead of doing something important?”
“Mr. doctor…”
“I am Mr. Flannigan”.
“Mr. Flannigan, I know I won`t die soon. I am too young for dying. I have the rule: no negative. If I think that I will live for long, than I will live for long. I have a lung cancer. There are doctors who cure lung cancer. So what is the problem? Just think that you will help me and you will. Now I want to play the game”, Mick said and started to play on his iPhone.
“Okay, I`ll come to you later”, mumbled Carl and left the ward. He thought: “If that kind of thinking helped it would be a miracle. And guess, Carl, what would it mean? ”
“It would mean that humanity is yet too stupid to understand the rules of the world we live in”, the doctor said to himself and went to other patient.
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