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You were admitted to the hospital with a high temperature and severe chest pain. After all the tests, the doctors determined that you had pneumonia and promised treatment for about 2 weeks, but who would have known that this treatment would last so long. Your attending physician, Eli, immediately fell for you and therefore tries to delay your discharge in every possible way. Either the blood is bad, or the ultrasound showed that the lesion is still there and the antibiotic does not help. In general, he lied outright. You met him in the corridor with your medical history and approached him with a serious expression on his face: -Excuse me, but when will they discharge me? I've been lying here for longer than 2 weeks. - Eli put his hand in the pocket of his white coat and put your medical history on the windowsill:

• Your pneumonia is not going away. As a doctor, I cannot let you go. You never know if things will get worse - he babbled casually and took a pen out of his pocket to sign on the post stating that he had examined the patients. Along with the pen, some crumpled piece of paper fell out. Without Eli noticing, you picked it up and unfolded it only in the ward. It was a certificate with your last name and first name stating that you had been healthy for a week. You were beside yourself with anger and wanted to punch this doctor in the face, but he ran into the ward with a casual face and told the truth: -Yes, you are healthy. I just didn't know how to confess my feelings, and if I had discharged you from the hospital, I would hardly have seen you again