Mrs. Titleman took off her long black winter coat and placed it on the hanger behind the door. Sat on the patience’s bench, she tidied up her bleached blond hair, and looked down at your body making sure it was well-groomed, clean and ready. Tuan walked in holding a manila folder, opened it, and studied it for a few minutes.
“Mrs. Titleman, what is it this time?” Tuan said somberly.
“Dr. Tran, I’ve this same pain like last week. My breast hurt.” Mrs. Titleman replied while holding up her bosom. The two unnatural breasts bulging under her light-oatmeal turtleneck sweater looked like two watermelons that were ripe and might fall off her chest at any given moment. “Can you take a look please,” she continued.
Without a replied, she took off her sweeter. The 55 years old woman looked very healthy, very little fat, and from the help of a surgeon, her tummy tuck gave her the impression that she was in her 40. The magic of modem medical care. Continued to take off her brawl, without any support, the two watermelons felt to her gut – dangling. The only miracle it didn’t fall to the floor was the small flesh and skin keeping it intact, but its was stretching to it limits, and it might, any moment without warning, release the two heavy wrecking balls to the force of gravity.
Without an invite, Mrs. Titleman, grabbed Tuan’s left hand, “you have to help me, it hurts here,” she said, pulling his hands onto her bust. “There it hurts” Mrs. Titleman smirked at Tuan, looking at him full of lust, ready to eat Dr. Tran alive if he would just let her. As if somehow Tuan’s hand embroiled with magic, it soothed her complain, and she closed her eyes.
Tuan quickly jerked his hand back. He turned to look around the room, trying to find the rights words that would be effective in that particular situation. The small room was filled with medical charts, a desk on the right, a sink, and two chairs behind the patience’s bench. Oh God, is this really my life? Seeing the same woman every week, complain the same problem? Tuan thought, he sighed long and loud, sat down on the chair across from the bench. Upon hearing Tuan sat down Mrs. Titleman opened up her eyes and looked at him.
“How about we’re going out for dinner tonight Dr. Tuan?” Mrs. Titleman said with a simper. ”Look Mrs. Titleman, thank you for the offering, I will pass. In regards to your condition, I’ll prescribe you some Tylenol to help you with the pains, but you need to wear your brawl – even at home.” Tuan opened up the folder and started to write his prescription, “or you have to see the same doctor that help you with your breast and have it reduces in size,” Tuan continued.
Mrs. Titleman frowned at the rejection, stood up, hurriedly put on her sweater and coat, and quickly left the room, without even a goodbye. The high-heel click and clack as she left the clinic. Tuan walked behind her out to the reception area, handed the medical folder to the reception, looked at his waiting room. People with dopey eyes; tire looks, stared back at him. I can’t handle this anymore, Tuan said quietly.
“I’ve an emergency to attend, I’ll be back within the hour.” Tuan said to Nancy, his receptionist, as he hurried walks out the clinic regardless of all the people sitting and waiting for their turn to see him.
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