Chapter 7

The reception area was bustling;medical staff,patients,relatives and their children milled about in what Brock took to be total chaos.Who’d have thought the place would be this busy at Saturday lunchtime?

Calvin muscled his way to the front desk.“Hello,we need to see a doctor.”

“There’s a line,buddy!”someone behind them called out.Calvin ignored him.

The receptionist kept on typing at her computer.

“Excuse me,”Calvin waved a hand in front of her.“But we need to see a doctor immediately.”

The receptionist looked up,and,with a bored tone Brock knew she must have practiced,said,“You need to join the line.”

“Look,lady,there’s an emergency here,and you need to stop playing solitaire on your computer and register this patient,now!”

“Sir,you need to join the line,”she repeated.

“Calvin,come on,let’s do as she says.”Brock hated that everyone was staring at them.