Nurse asks young pretty doctor: "Can X (an enteric-coated medicine) be pounded?"
Doctor replies: "Who cares?"
Indeed. Who cares in this country of the chronic sick?
Often, not the family member, nor the health worker, or even the patient himself.
If the patient lives, so be it. If he dies, that's okay too.
How does one find hope in this land of the forsaken?
Should one even bother?
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