Ryan checked every medicine shop, pharmaceutical centers, local quacks and one regional government hospital – which was practically closed. But he found trace neither of the lady assassin nor of the injured boy. How come, no one went to hospital? Are there so many bullet removing experts in this region: he thought getting impatient. There was only one medical left: M. J. Memorial Medicals. Ryan started his bike and headed for the medical. In no time he reached there. Parked his bike and tried to enter the medical. But at the entrance the guard stopped him. (Ryan was not in his uniform.) The guard said, "Sir, no staff is there. If any emergency," pointing at the opposite side building he continued, "The outdoor is that way. There are few doctors available."
"Why today is no national holiday. Is there any local holiday today?" asked Ryan.
"No sir, maintenance case in hospital. You know, it is a regular thing every month."
Ryan went to the outdoor. It was just a large cabin and one medicine expert doctor was sitting there. Ryan read the name tag: Dr. Philip. Seeing Ryan the bespectacled doctor beamed and pointed him to sit on a chair next to him and opening a mammoth register book asked, "What is your name?"
"Austin Ryan."
The doctor jotted down in the registry and asked, "Address?"
Ryan gave the street name of the hotel he was staying currently.
"You don't look like a local," said Dr. Philip putting the stethoscope into his ear. "What's your problem?
"Constipation."
"Oh," Dr. Philip got the stethoscope out of his ears and put them on the table. Then scribbled down name of some medicines and handed Ryan the prescription and said, "Go. You can find the medicines here for free."
But Ryan did not buzz.
"Yes," said Dr. Philip being surprised. "Oh, the medicine counter is to the right of this cabin."
"I have a doubt sir," said Ryan, not knowing how to breech the topic. He just whispered, "Is there any boy admitted to the medical?"
Doctor Philip looked suspicious. He said, "Which boy you are talking about?"
"I mean any boy."
"How you distinguish any boy?"
Ryan said, "I mean, there was a gun shot at nearby village and there was a boy shot by someone. Was that boy admitted here?"
Dr. Philip took some time. Then he said, "Oh, you are talking about that incident. – I read it in the newspaper. No, that boy is not put to this medical. As far my knowledge, I don't recall any serious case came here this hospital. – You know it's a peaceful area. Only plantation labourers come here. That's why medicines are free here."
"Are you sure, sir?"
"Yes, I am certain."
"Thank you sir," said Ryan while getting up the seat.
"What are you? A journalist?" asked Dr. Philip.
"You can say so."
"Please don't mention my name if you are making a report. It's my humble request."
"Ok sir. I will take care of it," said Ryan and he headed for the medicine counter. He wished to ask the pharmacist about the boy or the wounded lady assassin; but he resisted. He quietly got the medicine and walked to the outdoor again. He went to the backside of the doctor's cabin and peeped through the window. Dr. Philip was talking to someone over mobile phone, "Hello Amosh sir. – Yes, a journalist came here. – Asking about the boy. – No I lied to him. No boy is admitted here. No serious case. He is one now. I requested him not to mention my name in his report. – Yes, I needed not worry about it. – But, ok. – I think more inquirer will come. I will handle them."