Different Strokes

Author: Sham Saha
Dated: 09 October 2006

A doctor having 2-year of experience.. Earned enough recognition in his locality.. One night a rickshaw puller came to his chamber...He told that his little boy was sick, bed-ridden...And he also disclosed that he was very poor and could not afford Doctor's fee..It would be Doctor's mercy if he would visit his child....The Doctor said No.. Without money he could not see any patient. Next morning the boy died....The locality came to know that only for money the Doctor refused to see the sick boy...Everybody started saying that "The Doctor is cruel and inhuman", but all sitting in their own home.

Another doctor having 2-year of experience..Earned enough recognition in his locality..One night a rickshaw puller came to his chamber...He told that his little boy was sick, bed-ridden...And he also disclosed that he was very poor and could not afford Doctor's fee..It would be Doctor's mercy if he would visit his child....The Doctor said "Yes Yes".. "What are we waiting for?".."Money is not all".." Let's go and see what the best I could do"...The Boy was in serious condition.. The Doctor tried hard whole night...Next morning the boy died...The locality came to know that it was Doctor's "Negligence" that took the Boy's life...The crowd rushed to the Doctor's chamber and smashed....Eventually, the poor rickshaw puller collected enough money from here and there and lodged a case against the Doctor in the local court.

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