An unforgettable night for Dr. Jones
It was one rainy night, and just when I was about to get into bed, the telephone rang. "Who could that be? It's almost twelve o'clock." I picked up the phone and a voice in a panic came right into my ear. It was Dr. Smily. He practiced medicine in a small town called Dusty Town, which was thirty miles away.
"Thank Goodness you are home, Dr. Jones," said Smily.
"Yes, what is it for you to call me this late at night?"
"I have a patient who needs an open-heart surgery immediately. You know I am not a surgeon. I need you to perform the operation."
"Can you have the patient moved to my clinic?" I said.
"I am afraid not. The patient's condition is critical." said Dr. Smily.
"All right, I will get there as fast as I can."
I hung up the telephone and began to get dressed. In a short time I was driving my car on the street. It was raining hard, and I was driving slowly. When coming to one intersection, I stopped for the red light. Suddenly a man with a dark raincoat coming from nowhere opened the car door. Before I could do any thing, the man pointed at me with a gun.
"I am sorry, but I need you car," the man said.
"Sir, I can't give you my car. You see I am on my way..."
"Shut up! I don't want to hurt you. I just need the car. "
I had no choice but to get off my car and watched the man drive it away.
I then called the taxi company for help but no one was there. It was almost one o'clock, and no one would want to work. Finally, a police car came by, and after knowing what had happened, the police gave me a ride to Dusty Town. It was two o'clock when I got there.
"It is really kind of you to come," said Dr. Smily, "but the boy died half an hour ago."
"Thank Goodness you are home, Dr. Jones," said Smily.
"Yes, what is it for you to call me this late at night?"
"I have a patient who needs an open-heart surgery immediately. You know I am not a surgeon. I need you to perform the operation."
"Can you have the patient moved to my clinic?" I said.
"I am afraid not. The patient's condition is critical." said Dr. Smily.
"All right, I will get there as fast as I can."
I hung up the telephone and began to get dressed. In a short time I was driving my car on the street. It was raining hard, and I was driving slowly. When coming to one intersection, I stopped for the red light. Suddenly a man with a dark raincoat coming from nowhere opened the car door. Before I could do any thing, the man pointed at me with a gun.
"I am sorry, but I need you car," the man said.
"Sir, I can't give you my car. You see I am on my way..."
"Shut up! I don't want to hurt you. I just need the car. "
I had no choice but to get off my car and watched the man drive it away.
I then called the taxi company for help but no one was there. It was almost one o'clock, and no one would want to work. Finally, a police car came by, and after knowing what had happened, the police gave me a ride to Dusty Town. It was two o'clock when I got there.
"It is really kind of you to come," said Dr. Smily, "but the boy died half an hour ago."
"I am very sorry. I could have made it if only I hadn't been robbed"
"You have done your best. Now let me introduce you the boy's father," Dr. Smily pointed to a man sitting at the corner. It was the man with a dark raincoat.
"My God. It was you..." I screamed.
Seeing my face, the man realized what he had done, and couldn't help bursting into tears...
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