Dr. Gandhi’s nameplate had many degrees.
Chunky paid the fees and entered his office.
“What is your difficulty?” the doctor asked
“Have come to you for identifying that.”
The doctor laid him on the examination table and inspected him with the stethoscope and
sphygmomanometer wrote a list of investigations and medicines.
“What’s my disease?”
“Tests will only confirm.”
“Not you, with so many titles and a fat fee?”
“Degrees justify my remuneration, which takes care of my family expenses, the percentage from investigations pays my student loan, medicine companies sponsor my foreign trips,” Doctor smiled.