"Doctor, I do not have all day to listen to your lengthy explanations. Skip all the medical jargon and simply tell me in plain words. Will my mother survive this cardiac arrest?" Senator Gregory demanded, her knitted brow pulled together in irritation.
The older male doctor sighed, pinching his forehead.
"Let's just say she has a sixty percent chance of survival if she is given the right amount of medical attention and care."
"That is good enough for me." The Senator stood up, the chair scraping noisily on the polished marble floor as he pushed it backwards. He extended his right hand towards the Doctor, who was now up on his feet too.
"Thank you very much, doctor, for your prompt response and continuous help."
"It's always my pleasure, senator." The doctor shook the senator's hand firmly while adjusting the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose.
