I read the stories of neonatologists here, decided to supplement the story of a gynecologist.
The reception, the pregnancy, 28 weeks, all things. Three appearances missed. I’m starting to report it, saying, I can’t do that, mommy, bla bla bla. The analyses are not passed by her, I say to her in a spark of anger: "May tomorrow, blood from the nose, be with the urine!"

The next morning, the oil painting:
My lady looks into the office, looks around stealthily and, supporting the door with a butt, whispers:
"Doctor, I urinated, but the blood from the nose doesn’t go..."