It was one bustling night in the casualty. A patient with an appalling crush injury had arrived in the hour the attending surgeon was having his meal, enfeebled by the gruelling working hours at his place. With little more that could have been possibly done, the staff managed to dress and strap up the wound to prevent the ongoing blood loss before it could be attended- but the relatives weren't even nearly convinced, and wouldn't relent to wait even for minutes.
Like a pack of rabid dogs they dashed towards the staff resting-room and slammed the door open to the surgeon's flabbergast. In their eyes there was a demand, a demand not merely to attend their bleeding beloved, but also for the doctor to be an altruist who would quit even the herculean allure for the welfare of his patient. At that moment, they weren't looking at the doctor as a professional, or a knowledge-working maven- they…
