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            Rinchen grew with time. He led a normal life, despite the surgeries, but diarrhea attacked him one day. We took him
            to the emergency ward.
               A young doctor was busy with patients. He looked sulky, but we approached him.
               “Doctor, it’s an emergency,” I said. “My baby is having diarrhea. And he vomits. He’s a Hirschsprung Disease
            patient.”
               He felt Rinchen’s tummy. “You know where to take the baby for an X-ray, don’t you?”
               “Yes, doctor,” I said, pointing straight to the door at the end of the row. “Over there, isn’t it?”
               He nodded. “Get me the report.”
               After the X-ray, we gave him the report. He clipped it on the screen-box, on the wall beside the triage.
               “The report is fine,” he said. “Feed him plenty of ORS.”
               We nodded.
               “Would you like to join the Hirschsprung Disease group?”
               “Oh, why not, doctor?” I said.
               “Your email address, please? I will send you the website.”
               “dorjiwangdi506@gmail.com.”
               “You can visit the website. This should help you a lot.”
               “Thank you, doctor.”
               I joined the group. Members from all around the globe discussed and exchanged views on HD. It was helpful.
               Months later, Rinchen relapsed to diarrhea again. This time, he vomited severely.
               I fretted. “What’s not right with him?”
               Choki sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “I am dejected now.”
               “I am crestfallen as well. We did everything we could.”
               “He looks dehydrated,” she said. “I think we should take him to the hospital.”
               “Okay.”
               A fat bespectacled doctor was instructing the junior doctors in the emergency ward.
               “Excuse me, doctor,” I said. “My baby has diarrhea.”
               After checking the baby’s tummy, he said, “Take him for an X-ray.”
               After the X-ray, we showed him the report. He examined it on the screen box. “Um, looks like intestinal
            obstruction.”
               “What?” I blurted. “Are you sure?”
               “Intestines are all knotted.”
               “Intestines knotted? It has to be a mistake, doctor.”
               He squinted at the report again. “Yes, all knotted.”
               My heart thudded. “Now what?”
               “A surgeon would come to see it.”
               “Doctor John?”
               He shook his head. “The other surgeon.”


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