Jews - those who do not believe in fate

The ceiling of the large apartment building was three times as high as a person's height, but Mya Myung Nyo's mind was suffocating. The fan that slowly blew from the ceiling could not save Mya Myung Nyo and her group from suffocation. When the group of doctors and nurses huddled around the small bed became a little urgent, the mother of the unconscious patient looked away with tearful eyes. Dr. Myo Myint, a trainee doctor, was holding a piece of paper with a patient history and asking questions to the patient's mother, and Mya Myung Nyo and her group were listening to their conversation.

Assistant Physician (AS) Dr. Nu Nu Aye took the stethoscope back from the child's chest and looked up at the emerald green.

“Pulmonary edema is not enough to mention it.”

“Yes, Ma’am… when I tested Ko Myo Myint earlier, there were no signs of meningitis.”

The child's whole body is cold and pale. There is no external bleeding. There is no bleeding from the gums, nosebleeds, red spots, no vomiting of blood, no black stool. However, there is a dark spot at the injection site. The child is definitely bleeding internally.

“Myo Myint, let’s do the rest later. I’ll do grouping and matching for the child.”

While the intern and two nurses in red were taking a small amount of blood from the child, Mya Yaw Nyo and Dr. Nu Nu Aye consulted.

“Mummy... I need to give the baby some plasmapheresis, what should I give him?”

"Coconut water... what's with the plasma membrane?"

Dr. Nu Nu Aye wrote Mondax on the prescription sheet as the teacher had said. Then he prescribed an injection of benzoyl peroxide and looked up at the green leaf again.

"Should I add Gintarasin... brown?"

“Okay, ma'am...it could be gram-negative septicemia.”

Dr. Nu Nu Aye wrote about blood grouping, matching, 8:0 $ sonoS e.co: 08:00 $@#: Urine Microscopic Examination Complete Blood Count (CBC) under the heading of laboratory tests ( investigations).

“Mamanu... I think it would be okay if I did Blood for MP at once.”

I warned him with a sweet face, not trying to sound like a teacher, but before he could finish speaking, both of them had already been written down.

"Yes...we fought at once."

One of the nurses arrived immediately with two syringes. Another arrived with a bottle of plasma.

“Now... the rain has stopped, Nyo, since we have a long way to go, let's split up. Nyo , go see the child who has dengue shock over there, and Mamanu, I'll put the blood bank on alert to ask for blood for the child who has leukemia. ”

As I was about to leave the baby's bed, another child patient and a large group of relatives arrived, bustling in. A nurse quickly grabbed the sheet that the staff member on duty was holding out, bent down, and read it.

“Hyperpyrexia ( high fever), now the child is having fits (having fits), Mom.”

The intern arrived immediately. The red-clad staff was arranging for the patient to be seated , shouting "Diazepam... Diazepam..." I thought it would be at least half an hour late for Myaew Nyo to get home.

The pleasure of driving fast on a quiet, deserted road can erase all the fatigue of the day and give her strength to face the responsibilities and obligations that will greet her the next day. She loves the cool wind that blows harshly on her forehead, ears, and neck. She loves the fragrant smell of green leaves and flowers that fills the path leading to her house. This moment, returning home from the hospital, is a moment of freedom from anxiety, love, and hate for Mya Yeow Nyo.

She saw a small white car in front of the mall. She estimated it was going about sixty kilometers per hour. When she was alone on the road, she was happy to pass it. She glanced in the rearview mirror and smiled with her lips. She pressed the lever. She turned the steering wheel slightly to the left and passed the car in front. Without even looking into the car, she drove up to eighty kilometers per hour, and Myaew Nyo's ordinary daily life seemed a little different.

When I park my car in front of the compound, I always feel like this compound doesn't belong to me. Well... What does this car have to do with me? Neither this compound nor this car can have a single penny of my money... His money, he gets his dignity and womanhood from me, I get money from him, is that it... This is our life.

Nyo wanted to be a little braver because he was about to see him face to face. Nyo thought that his keen eyes should have faded after ten years. However.. Aung Moe still looked at Mya Myaw Nyo with his bright eyes, as if he was investigating. Even though he resented Aung Moe's gaze, he still loved Aung Moe's calm face. Sometimes, he wanted to lean his cheek on Aung Moe's lap and hear Aung Moe's gentle and warm voice like before. Sometimes, it was very rare.

As Mya Myaw Nyo climbed the stairs, she heard the sound of music coming from the bedroom. If she were to judge Aung Moe's mood based on the music he listened to, she would assume that he was not in the mood of a husband who had just returned from a two-week separation. Look... why was he listening to Pink Floyd 's VERA? Actually, he was listening to When Need You like before, right?

When she opened the door, she saw her husband lying on the bed with his head thrown back, his hands on his hips. She turned to look. His eyes were cold. She wanted to cut off her lips, which were smiling warmly, with her own knife. But she stopped in her tracks.

"The train is late... When did you arrive? Is your mother okay?"

He didn't take his eyes off her. But there was not the slightest hint of a smile. On the table next to the bed, he placed a can of beer, empty. The emerald green leaf sighed and turned away. As he walked towards the wardrobe, he heard a muffled voice from him.

"A phone call came around eight o'clock. I had a note on my desk that my brother had written."

The emerald green eyes narrowed slightly. She remembered that she had hidden behind the coat hangers and taken off her shirt, not mentioning whose phone it was.

"Who's calling, man?"

"Dr. Myint Mo..."