Tonight, she managed a leisurely supper and was watching television in the residents' quarters when she was called to Orthopaedics to see a male patient who was complaining of chest pain. She swung her legs off the sofa, slipped on her shoes and her white coat and hared off to investigate. 'Operated on early yesterday morning for a fractured neck of femur,' explained the nurse in charge, while hurrying Yona down the corridor. 'The houseman's given him some streptokinase and he's feeling a bit better but, with him being a doctor, we thought we should get you to check him over—just to be on the safe side.' With information like that, Yona had guessed who her patient was before she saw the name on the door of the side ward. Routine examination convinced her that Fran's father had sustained a mild to moderate myocardial infarct. His grey pallor, shallow breathing and pulse told the tale before her stethoscope confirmed it. 'I'm afraid I'm being rather a nuisance,' said Dr Melling when the examination was over.
