When Your Wind Touches Mine

Chapter 1

It is about an afternoon when the summer heat is in full swing. The peaceful private hospital was suddenly full of noise. A group of youths grab a bloody boy and rush to the hospital's emergency unit. The boy's gray shirt was stained with blood. It seems that the Prana Pradeep is almost dim. The boy's name is Siam. The youths screamed as they laid the boy on a white bed in the emergency unit. People have already gathered around. Everyone is curiously peeking through the door of the emergency unit.

The nurses are annoyed by the screams of the boys and say in a tone of understanding,

"Please calm down. The rest of the patients are having a hard time."

Let the boys lower their voices a little. A boy named Asif standing in front of them said,

"Where's the doctor? He has to start treatment now."

The nurse replied,

"The doctor is coming. You tell me first what happened to him?"

A voice rose from the crowd of youths,

"The chest and back are beaten."

As soon as the words were heard, the nurses' eyes spread with fear. One of them hurriedly went to inform the police. Another says,

"The patient's details are to be noted. One goes with me to the counter."

Immediately a young man followed the nurse. Asif saw Siyam's condition and shouted a little,

"Where is the doctor here? Why is the treatment not starting?"

A nurse said calmly,

"Informed. Coming soon."

After saying the word, she and the rest of the nurses got busy giving first aid. The young team looks quite restless. Just then a quiet voice came from behind,

"How long has he been wearing this?"

Immediately everyone looked back. Seeing the man in white Punjabi clothes, everyone moved slightly to both sides. As if making way for the man in the middle Asif approached the man and said,

"Partha brother, I was in a jam on the road. I just brought it."

The stout-faced man came forward and shouted,

"Who's in charge right now?"

As soon as Partha finished speaking, a strong female voice came out,

"Why has the hospital been made a cow and goat market?"

The face of the young team became insulted as soon as the words were heard. Partha turns his head and looks back. Wearing slippers on her feet, surgical apron on her head and a surgical cap on her head, the expression of extreme irritation in her face. He asked everyone to move forward to the patient.

"Inform security, Sharifa. Sleeping with nose oil? I don't want to see a single fly in here other than a nurse within 15 seconds."

He says the last word with a bit of intensity. But no one moves a foot on his words. Seeing the condition of Dr. Siam, he quickly said,

"Bleeding profusely. Get it ready and take the patient to the operation theater immediately. I will inform Dr. Irfan. And after knowing the patient's blood group, arrange blood for him from the blood bank immediately."

"Okay, Doctor."

Saying this, the nurse and the ward boys took Siam on a stretcher and quickly left for the fourth floor office. The fiery woman looked back and the boys were still standing there. At once he said again in a tone mixed with annoyance,