Real Story of Doctor or butcher

Doctor or butcher

Lahore's famous private hospital was full of patients, relatives, doctors, nurses and staff. People came here like a flood. It was as if a river of human beings was flowing here. Regardless of the condition of the people, it seemed that besides the people of Lahore, people from remote areas of Punjab also came here in search of the Messiah. The management of the hospital and the doctors were massacring the bodies of the patients like executioners.

Poor people of all ages were investing their lives for the lives of their loved ones. People were coming while people from the villages were lying down and looking at the doctors with admiring eyes. The poor people were considering it as an honor for themselves here. People were standing in rows in fear. Dr. Chhota's staff was also engaged in looting. Simple villagers, security guards and The doctors and other staff were looting with triumphant pomp. The human beings were seen here. On the one hand, the administration and the doctors were bent on ruining their own hereafter. On the other hand, the people The heads and torsos were stretched out to prolong the breaths of the loved ones. No Akad patient could be seen crying and roaring. Both life and death were visible here. I was here for a patient's illness. Those who brought me were waiting for permission from inside and they would take me to their patient.

I was watching the patients and their patients with observational eyes when suddenly a person who knew me came to me and said, "Sir, how did you come here?" I have also brought my brother here who had an accident. First he went to the doctors here and then to the government hospitals. Then we found an angelic doctor in the government hospital who practiced here in the evening. He takes pity on our condition, so he has brought us here. Now our patient is admitted here. It costs a lot of money, but he has to earn money. We have told the doctors that no matter how much money is spent, our patient should be saved and if you have come here, please go and see our patient as well. The patient I came to see is still late. So I walked with this servant. On the way to his room, I found a well-known doctor who was working here. He was very surprised and happy to see me. While we were talking, we reached the patient's private room.

The patient's leg was broken. He was lying on a comfortable bed in the most expensive room. His leg was plastered. The doctor who came with me started looking at his reports. After looking at all the reports, talking to the patient and seeing the X-rays, the doctor looked at me and motioned me to separate and listen to me. We left the room. Every time you come to the corridor, the patient's bone is rooted in Dr. Sir Goshi. Now, in a few days, the pain will go away on its own. Here, the doctor has kept the patient for his looting. It doesn't need any treatment anymore because I work here so I can't talk about it openly. It is better to take the patient back from here. There is no treatment for it here now. Now only looting is taking place. I came and told the patient and his brother to go home now. You don't need treatment anymore. Now when they asked the administration to discharge us, the administration flatly denied that.

The decision will be made by Dr. Sahib. When Dr. Sahib was contacted, he also denied that not at all. Stay here for a few more days so I can treat you. Now I went with my friend Dr. Sahib to see another patient which is why I came here. Now we went to the patient who was kept in the ICU. The doctor recognized the patient as soon as he left. He already knew the patient, but for our consolation, he started reading the reports. The patient suffered a brain injury. Due to which he had been unconscious for the last 10 days when all the government hospitals in Lahore declared him almost dead and said that he was no longer curable. Simple people from the village were praying to the doctors and the hospital management that all the doctors and hospitals had answered us. How good are these hospital staff here? Admitted and now for the last several days they have been trying to break the whole life. Looting on the patient was at its peak here. He looked confused and took me aside and said, "I already know this case in my head. This patient has died according to our calculations. His brain is dead.

Now he is lying on the ventilator with artificial respiration." The day will come when Loa Haqeen will run out of money or get tired, then they will take off this vanity letter and hand it over to the heirs of the corpse. This hospital is not approved. This infamous hospital. When all the doctors and hospitals in Lahore refuse to take the patient, they say welcome to the patient. The patient's loved ones sell themselves and say save our patient. We will give as much money as we need, then the patient's family will take their property, jewelery and personal belongings here and take the dead body away from here. The doctors working here will make sick chickens from different government hospitals and bring them here. And then they are slaughtered here. The oppressed patients consider the poor doctors as the Messiah and accept their every word that the doctors are life savers.

They cannot be robbers and these doctors rob in the form of Messiah and then They sit proudly and tell stories of their looting. Doctors are well aware that the patient is now dead, but they loot with the dead man and the relatives of the dead man. I was listening to Dr. Sahib's words in amazement and looking at the doctors coming and going, I was thinking that he did not realize at all that he too had died. Yes, their families have to die, they have to die on the Day of Judgment, they have to be held accountable for their actions Suddenly I felt like I was in a very large slaughterhouse.