I Love You Dr. Chicanery

Suicide or Murder?

I ran almost ignoring my surroundings. Didn't have time to notice that I only wore flip-flops that I used to wear as wudhu sandals in my room. But fortunately I still had time to wear a home shirt hijab that was always in my bag just in case.

A few meters before the IGD I saw Mahfudz. The koas boy who is in my guidance.

"Fud, come with me!" I said so close to him.

"Help me bring this!" I said again, handing over the bag containing my doctor's equipment without feeling the need to ask for his approval.

As soon as the bag changed hands I immediately put on my doctor's suit.

"Come on!" take me.

Mahfudz just fucked up and followed me from behind.

I pushed open the IGD door and headed straight for the staff who called me earlier.

"Gus, did you call me earlier?" I asked Agus.

"Yes, Doc! Dr. Samuel has another act. Dr. Gayatri called no response, no response, Doc!Maybe you're sleeping."

"Where do the patients go, Gus?" My eyes are staring around.

There were two people who appeared to be in the patient's bed. One is a father, and the other is a 3-year-old child.

Agus pointed towards the curtain-covered bed. Immediately I headed there and pulled out the curtains. Mahfud as usual just obediently followed me.

"Dr. Raya.." said Dr. Mila saw me coming. He is one of the doctors in this hospital.

"Continue on, Doc!" I said.

I let them finish

his job is to remove toxins in the patient's body with gastric rinse drugs so that the patient vomits.

"Have you contacted the internist?" my many.

Internist is a term for a specialist in internal medicine.

"Already, Doc. In a moment, dr. Ali's coming."

"Wife dr. Ali is in the ICU. Are there no other internists?" I'm a little nervous. I'm not ready to meet Ali.

"Dr. It's tomorrow's checkout, Doc!If called now, his house is a bit far away. The closest is dr. Ali's. After all dr. Ali did not mind and agreed to come here. Maybe because his wife is on guard, or maybe it's safe to be left for a while" dr. Mila explains.

I nodded in understanding. I asked for my bag on the mahfudz and took out a stethoscope and a fetal doppler (a fetal heartbeat detector). Dr. Mila looked at Mahfudz's annoyance, probably because Mahfudz was still a doctor and he felt that Mahfudz should not be in this situation.

"He's a koas boy under my guidance, who knows I need his help later" I said before dr. Mila began to ask.

I began to examine the patient calmly. Put a stethoscope on the patient's chest, then on his arm. Then it detects the fetal heartbeat with the fetal doppler I have. I was silent for a moment, thinking something and I looked back at the patient from the tip of the foot and the tip of the hair. There was a scarlet-like scar on his arm and also a red one on his wrist. And a faint red mark was also seen on his cheeks. It's not very obvious, but I can see something's not right here.

"Dr. Mila, can you help me for a second? I have to check something. Oh, yes Mahfudz, you just wait outside for a moment" I said.

Mahfudz again did not protest, he just complied.

"Help me undress the patient, I have something to check" I told dr. Mila and a nurse there.

Dr. Mila and the nurse opened the patient's trousers and also the underwear she was wearing.

I asked them to bend both legs of the unconscious patient. After that I put up the rubber gloves I took out of the bag.

"Doctor, what's possible ...." Dr. Mila curiously began to smell my suspicions.

I signaled that he should calm down first and not break my concentration. I was examining the patient's intimate organs and asked the nurse to point the small flashlight in the direction I requested.

I just got out of that closed curtain when I met dr. Ali is outside. He was just as surprised as me.

"Ra- Raya ..." he said staggered. "Oh, sorry I mean dr. Raya," error.

Either because he knows I don't like being called Raya by him or because I want to keep my distance now.

I try to keep my attitude so that my awkwardness and guilt are subtle.

"Oh, dr. Ali's. I haven't seen you yet and explained Tya's delivery. Maybe because you were busy."

Dr. Ali nodded in understanding. "Yes, don't worry about that. The professor, midwife and the nurses who helped deliver Tya have explained the situation in such a way. You don't have to worry. We'll talk about that later."

I nodded in agreement.

"Then, what's the patient's condition?" tanyanya pointed at the curtains where in it there is a patient in question dr. Ali's.

I let out a breath. "I think you need to lead a doctor's team meeting. It's a serious case. And it looks like the police need to intervene" I replied.

I caught a startled look on his face but tried to control it. Then without asking much he then approached the patient who was behind the curtain.

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Early in the day this national television broadcast was busy preaching about the adopted son of the deputy mayor, Mr. Waridi who attempted suicide. Some of the news reporters even live broadcast the condition of the latest Siaga Medika hospital.

I turned off the tv with the remote in my hand when I heard the squeaking door open. Me and dr. I was waiting for dr. Ali finished taking care of Ayuni, our patient who in the last few hours made a scene in cyberspace and television because of his suicide attempt.

This temporary doctor team meeting was only attended by the three of us before tomorrow a bigger meeting was held.

"Ok, let's start with dr. Mila. I need detailed information about the state of the patient when he was first brought here. Before I take any further action,"

Dr. Mila straightforwardly then told how the driver and Ayuni household assistant found her in a condition of foaming at the mouth and convulsing. Then in that panic situation they immediately brought Ayuni to this hospital.

"We do the act of gastric rinse, Doc, with various considerations even though the actual gastric rinse in the present is not recommended anymore."

Dr. Ali muttered before asking me. "Then, dr. What reports will you report on the patient?"

I sighed before I delivered my report. I was worried whether I should submit my report along with my suspicions as well.

"I guess .... He didn't commit suicide" I said hesitantly.

These two coworkers in front of me scrunched their forehead.

"Then?" ask them almost simultaneously.

"The patient is 8 weeks pregnant. After being examined, he suffered sexual assault. The wound I found in his vital organ was a new one a few hours ago. In addition, if it is considered really on the face and cheeks there are slaps and on the arms and wrists there are also traces of hand grip and bond. I concluded he had just been raped. And when viewed from a psychological point of view, it should be that she experienced sexual violence should take some time to reflect before deciding to commit suicide because she has a fetus that is in her birth, right?"

"Then?"

"I don't think he's committing suicide, Doc! Rather than being a victim of attempted murder, 8" I explained.

Dr. Ali shook his head. "The patient is a married woman dr. Raya. If they had sex say a little "hot" or would her husband want that? Can it be categorized as rape? Or if it is true that your analysis of slaps, grips and other violence, it may be the motive for attempting suicide. And attempted murder? Isn't that a little bit exaggerated without accurate evidence?"

I let out a breath. I knew my suspicions would not be acceptable.

"Hmmm. Yeah, Doc!" my answer.

"We should continue to work according to our role as medical personnel. About suspicions, hypotheses, motives etc, let it be a police affair. Tomorrow I will report this case to the police as a case of attempted suicide. If it's not suicide, we'll know soon" said dr. Ali's.

Me and dr. Mila nodded.