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‘This is the file of the sixty-three most interesting cases I have ever

handled. Some of them died, some of them lived. These are the charts of
their diseases, the progress, the medications and finally, the results. Some of
them are beyond your understanding, but you have proved more than once

that you’re more than just brilliant,’ he said. ‘I think we would have fun
doing this.’

At that point, she hated to admit it but she was aroused. It was like
mental sex with multiple, unending, exploding orgasms, only better.

Gingerly she opened the file and started to go through the first patient.
‘2004, a fifteen-year-old boy came to the hospital with chest pain and

rashes all over his body—’
‘You compiled this for me?’ she interrupted.
‘Let’s concentrate on the case,’ he said and continued.

For the next one and a half hours, they went through numerous cases,
fought over potential diagnosis, ate the cold, tasteless food, looked into

each other’s eyes and knew nothing would make them happier if this was
their routine for the rest of their lives. Somewhere between the heated

conversations, Arman had shifted right next to her and taken her hand. They
were talking about dead patients, but both of them knew what they were

really talking about. When both of them were exhausted, Arman took her
back to her room and tucked her into her bed. The goodnight kiss lasted an
eternity and then Arman left.

Pihu couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. She couldn’t stop replaying
the night in her head. That and the niggling chest pain and the rising

difficulty in breathing kept her awake all night. Nothing is wrong, she told
herself and closed her eyes. This is my life, she told herself, and tomorrow

is just a sick leave.