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Once finished, Pihu wanted to know more about the patients he had

miraculously treated in his much-talked-about career. ‘There are no
miracles, just logic and knowledge,’ Arman said pompously.
‘Fuck off,’ Pihu replied.

He knew he was gifted. He could see beyond the obvious and take radical
decisions that no one else would dare take. People wondered at his

competence and called him a freak and a genius, but he never gave it a
thought and accepted his talents humbly as a gift.

‘So aren’t you worried about him?’ she asked.
‘You really like him, don’t you?’

‘No, I don’t. As a matter of fact, he never talks to me nicely. He abuses
me and asks me to mind my own business every time I try to talk to him. I
don’t know what his problem is. Maybe he doesn’t like me.’

‘You’re too sweet for your own good,’ he said and added, ‘Let’s teach
him a lesson then? No painkillers for him tomorrow.’

‘No, you don’t have to be mean! He is too sick anyway.’
‘He will not be tomorrow. We will make him undergo a liver biopsy and

see what’s killing his liver. The tumours or something else,’ he said. ‘For
now—no more pain medication. How does that sound as payback?’

‘You’re not doing that!’ she exclaimed even as her lips curved into an
impish smile.
‘Watch me.’ He winked, got up and pulled the curtain away. He was

about to reach out to the drips but stopped when he noticed Dushyant reach
out to his table for a glass of water. Startled to see Arman appear from

behind the curtain, he panicked and rolled off the bed. With a loud thud, he
fell face-first on the ground. Before Arman could react, Dushyant shrieked

out loud, rolled over and clutched his hand.
‘FUCK ME!’ he shouted as he clenched his fist and banged it on the

floor. Arman saw him wince in pain and rushed to his side. Dushyant
wouldn’t let his hand go, even as Arman bent over to get a better look. He
was sweating now, his face was flushed red, and his whole body was

trembling in pain as he kicked wildly.