The doctor bowed to me upon catching sight of me amidst my aides and officials from the ministry of health. “You are welcome, Mike Don, the world richest man.” The doctor’s eyes flushed with emotions as he could barely stand my charismatic presence.
He remained bowed and pushed out two of his hands to have an opportunistic handshake with me. I availed him the grace and had a handshake with the young doctor. “Your hospital earns my favor today, doctor. For over one month now I have been having courtesy visits at hospitals where I pay off the medical bills of the less privileged. It is my quota of giving back to the society.”
The doctor smiled at his recess and shook his head gratefully, “I have been following news of your kind gestures across the world. Boss!” he hailed me and bowed briefly before adding, “You don’t need to make mention of it because it is glaring before us. I wonder what the world would be without a wealthy philanthropist like you. Indeed you are the god of wealth in human form.”
I took it for a compliment and shrugged, “Come on doctor, the wealth is not meant for me alone. Extensions of my affluence is something I have vowed to do till the end of time,” I intoned and pocketed my hands before sounding emphatically, “I have no time to waste, doctor. May I have the names of all the patients in this hospital.”
I let a contagious, formal smile across my face, “Yes, you are all correct doctor. In other hospital I have visited I concentrated on the less privileged. But I feel your hospital has charmed my kindness in a spectacular way that I would want to pay off the bills of all the patients…”
I was yet speaking when the doctor fell upon his face and broke down in tears of joy. “Oh the world richest man! What did I do to deserve this? Who am I to reap of this?” he bowed and touched my sheen black-polished, expensive shoes, “You have earned my loyalty for life, boss. Your name has already been written in the sand of time. We yearn for more Croesus like you!”
I let a brief smile and patted his shoulders, “Come on doctor rise and be of good cheer. Mike Don, the world richest man has come to wipe the tears of the poor because I was once poor destitute and ridiculed. I know what it feels to be poor.”
The doctor was still all tears and sobbing greatly now, “Not only will this make treatment of patients easier, but I want you to know that you just saved lives; lives that were about being terminated by various ailments.”
I cast a glance at my diamond wrist watch, “I don’t have time to waste doctor. I don’t do talks. I do money. Without wasting time, I would want you to give me the names of all the patients and their medical bills and the total cost.”
Hastily the doctor gave a firm nod, “Apologies, the world richest. Just a minute, I will be back with the information you need.”
Promptly the doctor left and came back with a large white file, which had a list of all the patients in the hospital, their individual medical bills and total cost. He bowed as he handed it over to my aide, Zion.
Audibly Zion intoned, “Boss the total cost is half a billion dollars. The statistics are all revealing here and it has been endorsed by the doctor and head of account so there is no calls for alarm. It is authenticated, boss.”
I gave a confirmatory nod and expressed in an emphatic tone, “Are these patients still alive and around in their wards?”
The doctor leered at me in one moment of shock and replied, “Yes of course, the world richest. They…they are in their wards,” he stuttered and I was convinced he least expected my asking about the presence of the patients.
I shrugged and chuckled in a non conforming manner, “It makes the payment more meaningful, perhaps. Some of your patients would want to know the good Samaritan that set off their whooping medical bills.” I gestured in front, “So can you lead us to the patients. I would want to see the them one after the other before making payments…”
The doctor gave repeated nod, and led the way to the wards, and anyone he showed me I would issue out an order and Zion would write a cheque which would be endorsed by me.
This we did until he took us to a ward. Upon entrance I met no one except this aged patient under the oxygen mask and beneath the transparent glass ware, which made it difficult for anyone to predict who it was.
At the time, I had compassion upon such an aged patient and then I asked, “Who is that?”
“Oh that is one of our cancer patients. She is from a less privileged family,” the doctor replied snappily and smacked his lips.
I pulled my hand to Zion and he gave me the cheque book and about writing a cheque for half a million dollars a sizable photo which lay idly on the floor caught my sight and I surged close to it, dimmed my eyes furiously at the familiar image and beamed, “Lisa Bake!”
The doctor’s gaze fell upon my furious face, “Do you know her, the world richest man?”
Zion confirmed it once he peeped at her still face under the mask, “Yes she is Lisa Bake, boss, the mother to Fanny Luis.”
“Hell no, doctor,” I snapped, “I am not responsible for her medical bills. As a matter of fact, she can go ahead and lose her life…”
Just then Fanny Luis and Melissa came out from their hide out, fell on their knees and bowed, “Please the world richest man!” Fanny wailed through gnashing of teeth, “Don’t do this to us, please!”
“Let’s go, boys!” I commanded my entourage and we left the door banging.
More vengeance called on…