“Doctor saab, my child got a bruise on his knee. It’s bleeding heavily. Help, please.”
“Hmm, blood is very precious. We cannot permit its loss,” said the #surgeon. Nobody was sure if he owned a medical degree. However, his ancestor had been a great surgeon once upon a time. He spent plenty of his earnings to ensure that the young surgeon’s face was splashed upon pamphlets and trumpeted through handouts as the upcoming Messiah.
The village people were #innocent, #trusting and #hopeful. So they trusted and hoped.