An old comrade came to me a day ago - they studied together in the institute (he is a dentist, I am a gynecologist), brought his girlfriend. It hurts, look at it. I looked, healed, and prescribed therapy. As he leaves, he sweeps money into my pocket with the words: “Work must be paid. “Don’t take it, I’ll be offended.” Okay well. I looked at something. I’ll buy some superhero kids there!! The clock as promised.

I come home at 8 p.m. The wife says that her son (6 years old) has an ear pain. Well he has an actor of small and large theaters, so I did not immediately believe (there were precedents). At 12 o’clock, he believed – oreth, holds his ear. We get into the car and go to the hospital. An old doctor came out to us (we obviously woke him up). I looked at my son, Otis. He prescribed treatment. I put something in his pocket with the words: “I am a doctor. Work must be paid. Do not take it, I will be offended.”

I went to the pharmacy. They bought medicines. Half an hour later, my ear passed and I fell asleep.

The next day I call a friend of the dentist to ask if he knows such a doctor-laurel (name paternity). How good is a specialist? The ear to the teeth is closer than the ear to the teeth. He says that of course he knows. A few days ago, this doctor treated his tooth, our man who understands. I thanked. For the blatant seal, he put a piece with the words: “I understand everyone, we are colleagues, and so on. But I insist that work must be paid. Do not take it, I will be offended.”