Humaira
Chapter 8 pretty

"Huff ... wow!" Humaira was somewhat surprised to see the IGD room had changed.

"May ................!" Call someone.

Humairah looked over while waving his hand. Apparently Sacred.

"Wait for doctor Fahri"

Humaira nodded. He quickened his footsteps. It's not usually Fahri's doctor comes sooner.

The intensity of the day in the hospital is starting to increase. The hospital has started preparing to accept patients suspected of exposure to Covid-19. Expanded IGD space. Divided in two for regular service and ODP. Both are bounded by walls made impromptu. The rooms are also provided specifically in the building A. Some of the patients in Building A have been transferred to Building B.

This afternoon as usual, Humaira accompanied Doctor Fahri. This one senior doctor included many of his patients. A doctor who deserves to be exemplary. Arrive at the hospital on time. His home in Bogor. Ciomas. Patent to serve the patient. One more, super friendly. As a doctor he never frightened his patients. Instead, motivate them to be sure they are healed.

"Well, we'll see you again, Miss Grace. Why-why is this, late afternoon shdah meet me?" Ask Dr. Fahri to his patients.

"Doctor's habit, it's been two months since we met, miss" replied Grace's husband lightly.

"Hehehe until so kangennya ya"

"Obviously, my breathing is tight and coughing" Grace explained of her illness.

Doctor Fahri scrunched his forehead while looking at Grace's mom.

"That's all?" Ask full of questions.

"May you know how many days you've had it?"

"Three days, doc. Why is it doc?" Miss Grace asked.

"Mothers and fathers have traveled abroad before?" Questions beyond a doubt. The couple looked at each other.

"Last week we were from Italy, visiting our son who was in design college" the husband replied.

Doctor Fahri nodded his head. Humaira who was not far from them, observed. The doctor made a memo. The writing cannot be read by ordinary people. In addition to writing memos, she also wrote recipes.

Doctor Fahri smiles. He handed over memos and prescriptions while explaining the medicine to be taken. For the memo he explained it carefully.

"Look at Grace. You should be examined specifically. Italy is suffering from the coronavirus. The spread can quickly anyone exposed. One of its characteristics is fever, cold and dry cough. To make sure that you have to check the lab. If only this afternoon. Please go to the ER. There have been prepared doctors who handle it" explained doctor Fahri.

"So my wife was exposed to Corona, doc?"

"I didn't say that. As a preferential action needs to be examined lab. In order to be able to do the next medical action" patient doctor Fahri explained not to panic.

Grace got up from her seat followed by her husband.

"Dok, pray we don't get exposed to ya"

"Hopefully the common cold, ma'am Grace" as usual her smile expands.

Humaira.

"Dok, Grace's mom was the last patient" she told Fahri's doctor.

Fahri's doctor asked Humaira to spray disinfectant for their room. After being sprayed, he invited Humaira to talk.

"Humaira, for a minute, sit here first" the doctor pointed out the chair to be occupied.

"Mom Grace seems to have been exposed. They just returned from Italy. Reportedly there are also many victims there. That's why I asked for this room to be sprayed" Dr Fahri explained srbrlum Humaira asked.

"Look, it seems that the spread of this virus is very massive. Today there are hundreds of people exposed. If the country needs your energy are you ready?"

Humaira smile. He did not answer directly. He remembered his father's message. Being a nurse is being a health fighter. Can't choose love. You cannot refuse responsibility. Whenever you need to be ready when needed.

"Humaira you ready?" Doctor Fahri asked again.

"Ready doctor!" Humaira replied.