“The ceiling fan whirred overhead, not providing much relief from the heat or oppressive humidity of the day. The walk-in clinic was, as always, packed with everything from sick children to knife wounds to animal bites. Word had spread about the medical health center with its free medicine, and people would walk for days to reach it. Dr. Lucy Boyd ignored the sweat trickling down her neck and scrubs sticking to her back, as she examined the tiny baby. She raised her gaze, meeting the worried mot...her’s eyes with a smile. “It’s not cholera,” she said in the woman’s native tongue, Swahili. “See here?” She pointed to a small mark on the baby’s arm. “He’s been bitten. I have medicine to help. He will be fine.” Relief crossed the woman’s face, color returning to her dark cheeks. “Thank you, daktari.” Lucy smiled. She’d been in the mission field here in the Congo for two years now. Despite being the only doctor for the last six months, she loved it. This was far more varied than anything she’d seen as an ED doctor back home.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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