Henry kept tugging at her sleeve to ask her to stop interrogating the doctor. But she kept jerking away his hands. The doctor was on the verge of crying.
"What?" the doctor asked.
"If you can't work under pressure, I don't think you will be a good doctor. Problems will arise from anywhere, anytime and you have to think on your feet. The answer was an easy one. The stomach has no bones so how I can break one? Next time do better," explained Journee.
The doctor lowered his head and kept muttering to himself. What he said, was not at all audible. Journee then looked at the nurse and ordered, "get me, David."
"Doctor David?" the nurse asked, shocked.
"Yes, tell him Journee Davis is here," said Journee.
"You don't need to call him. It's just bruising," Henry tucked at her sleeves and mumbled.
"You shut up and sit comfortably. We are getting Doctor David, the star of this hospital," said Journee. "Page him, now."
