Doctor! Doctor!! Doctor!!!
A Palestinian old man is saying, he is wearing a shirt and pants, "a little trash light green, the kind that Fulani men wear with his hat, which is worn with a rubber shoe, and he is hanging with his water on his neck and his stick. He is green and beautiful, one look at him and you will understand the great worry he is in"
he ran and found a series of rooms to see the doctor trying to penetrate himself, but the crowd of people who were following the line to see the doctor made him look at him
From the other side, he saw a room that did not have a line of people. He went to the room. He didn't have a month to twist the handle and entered. A young man was sitting on a chair wearing blue jeans, light pink shirt, lapcoat and white. The glass glue in his eyes is a young man of about 27 years old, he is white, but he is not very beautiful He was writing, next to him was a nurse preparing files
before him,
he came in front of him and said
Doctor, my daughter will die, please help me come and check,
Dasauri, the doctor raised his head and looked at him, seeing how his body was leaving, he got up and tried to get out of his seat and said, "Where is she? With his finger he showed him that the road outside was in the body of the doctor's car, please help me not to lose it or be able to stand,
The doctor looked at the nurse who was preparing the folder and said, "Sister, go and bring her in. She said respectfully, "Your life has been here for a long time. He should bring the GOPD tobacco. He will take it to her when they look and see that the case is more powerful than they can, but their clothes are here." No problem sister just brought her in and said while trying to sit down,
she ended up taking the well chair and ran away, the old man was chasing her until they reached where the girl was lying and she was not knowing where she was
He said that she sent the nurse to the office
then he ordered them to put her on the bed in the office,
He pulled a box of hand glovs and put two of his hands on it and then he came to the bed and started looking at her for about five minutes and then he took her blood and poured it into a small bottle and handed it to the nurse and said, "Sister, let's trust the test, now we want an answer to bow down and she accepted the applause," he took the srinji and took the water of the needle and poured the glovs and poured them on the door and then he went to the fan to wash his hands and took it away and then he sat down until the old man died
he said, "Bismillah, Baba, sit here and show him the place to sit, he sits and keeps his heart, he opened the new file and wrote a little and then looked at him",
Dad, what is the name of the patient? He said her name is Dija Bukar, the doctor smiled a little
he said Baba Dija is not a name, the origin of her name,
that's how we call her a boy, the doctor smiled a little and said, "Dad, my original name is KHADIJA, right?"
Yes, that's the origin of her name, Khadija Abubakar, "Dear Baba, my name should be better than her, "That's right, but when he came to understand, Dijan smiled and said, "Why is it Baba? Wlh, she is suffering from stomach ache and sometimes at night her body hurts like fire and she cries a lot of headache and vomits no matter what, she vomits, he writes and then he looks at him and says, "When did she start, Dad?
