A small glass container of blue liquid was placed on a conference table by an average middle aged woman named Dr. Reine Marsh. Her dark brown bob-cut hair was neatly trimmed and the sides were tucked behind her ears with the stems of her oval rimmed glasses. She wore a white gown like most professional doctors while the rest of the seven people in the conference room of NYC General Hospital were wearing suits and ties.
The Conference Room was quite big with ornaments and trophies placed on top of showcases around the circumference of the room. Posters advertising hygiene and photos of many achievements of the hospital staffs were hanging on walls, evenly spaced out. Big windows which were almost the height of the room covered one wall that had the view of the staff car parking lot and adjacent buildings.
The Conference Room was quite big with ornaments and trophies placed on top of showcases around the circumference of the room. Posters advertising hygiene and photos of many achievements of the hospital staffs were hanging on walls, evenly spaced out. Big windows which were almost the height of the room covered one wall that had the view of the staff car parking lot and adjacent buildings.
“So Dr. Reine Marsh.” A rather plumped Chairman of the conference began. “It’s unusual to see you here. What have you brought to share with us?”
“Well, as you all know I did a PhD in medicine, and I thought why not use it to my ability.”
“And so you invented the blue substance in the container.” Finished Dr. Shore who was an Orthopaedic. He was in his mid thirty's and of African origin and quite well built.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Hmmm.” The Chairman leaned forward on the table to examine the liquid in the container. “And what will be the purpose of this?”
“Well, if given to a patient of any condition, it will literally cure everything!” Dr. Marsh clapped in excitement. “The dose will be for one month to start with and you will see no trace of any problems!”
Dr Marsh may have been proud of her invention but the rest of the doctors were not at all amused.
“Have you actually tested it?” Asked Dr. Coral Freeman who was an American Neurologist with short blonde hair. She was a little younger than Reine and a typical modern woman with bright red lipstick and blue eye shadow to match her eyes.
“Not yet, but I hope to do so soon.”
“Hmm very good Reine.” The Chairman praised without a sign of a smile. “But what if it backfires?”
“Well, it won’t, I can assure you.” Dr. Marsh smiled hoping for a bright reaction. “Just one happy patient guaranteed.”
“You do realise that using a patient may have serious consequences.” The Chairman protested, leaning back on his swiggle chair. “If it brings more harm than good, it may be fatal. You may be given a sentence, or worse, this hospital may be shut down!”
“Believe me sir.” Dr. Marsh pleaded. “It will succeed, just give me a chance.”
“You may have a PhD in medicine, but you are a Counsellor.” The Chairman said with a deep tone in his voice. “So, I suggest you do your job and leave the medicines to the professionals.”
“Yes, sir.” With that an unhappy Reine Marsh took the container and walked out of the room. She was frustrated by the result, but she had a plan. A very cunning plan.
