An unforgettable night for Dr. Jones
"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."
標籤: Writing styles