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A Best Treatment

Early in the Morning,
I rushedly wake up,
When I heard a loud noise,
Someone was at the door.
Look at your father,
Mum was totally terrified.
I ran up with my naked feet,
I felt as street was a piece of ice.
I jumped up stairs in a breath,
And check the heart beat of my dad.
Body was cooling down.
Hurrily, I jumped to the hospital.
Reported at the emergencies.
After two hours waiting,
Doctor has a normal check up
And discharged him immediately,
Dad still was complaining 
A pain was spreading into the belly.
I reported to his GP,
After five hours waiting,
He came to the evening,
When he examined to my dad,
Straight away he booked a bed,
Dad still was complaining 
Pain was getting worst
Nobody came to see him.
After four and half hours in a hospital,
A nurse came with an injection
As long as he pulled out her syringe,
Father was died straight away.
I got a death report,
A reason was mentioning,
He has heart attack. 
It was his first time,
He never went to a hospital.
Doctor spend other three hours
To conclude a reason of death,
When his heart was beating,
Nobody touched him.
I have it,
‘A best treatment of intellects’.

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