The Physician’s Assistant

The Faithful Physician

Shivram was a well-known physician in his area, and the people had great faith in him. He was always busy visiting his patients or examining those who came to his home. Additionally, he spent much time gathering herbs and preparing medicines from them. Shivram managed every task himself, demonstrating great dedication, but it was clear that he needed someone to assist him.

The Aspiring Assistant

One day, a young man named Sushil approached Shivram, expressing his desire to serve him. “Through serving you, I can learn the science of curing the sick and become a physician myself,” Sushil said eagerly. “You are welcome to serve me, and I shall pay you for your help. However, whether you can become a physician or not is another matter,” Shivram replied. Despite this, Sushil was confident in his ability to master the science of Ayurveda and frequently inquired about the secrets behind various medicines. Shivram continued to satisfy his curiosity.

An Insightful Visit

One day, Shivram took Sushil along while visiting a patient. The patient was delighted to see the esteemed physician, but Shivram frowned at him while examining his pulse. “Had I not asked you to refrain from taking anything except what I prescribed?” he questioned sharply. “Yes, sir, I have followed your prescription sincerely!” the patient replied. “No, you have not. Have you not chewed a few pieces of sugarcane?” asked Shivram. “Yes, sir, I did confess the patient apologetically.” “Don’t do it again,” remarked Shivram.

A Lesson in Observation

On their way home, Sushil, amazed by the incident, asked, “Master, is it possible to know what a patient has taken just from examining his pulse?” Shivram laughed and replied, “My boy, one must apply common sense. I noticed a few pieces of chewed-up sugarcane lying under the patient’s cot.” Sushil felt enlightened by this lesson.

An Overstepped Boundary

The next day, Shivram was supposed to visit another patient but felt unwell and sent Sushil with some medicines instead. However, Sushil was not the type to deliver the medicines and leave. He felt the patient’s pulse and, with a serious demeanor, asked, “How many frogs did you eat today?” He had noticed a frog under the patient’s cot. The patient, a haughty man, nearly slapped Sushil for his audacity and promptly showed him the door.

A Hard Truth

Shivram was informed about the incident and called Sushil. “You cannot be satisfied with merely serving me. It can be dangerous for both you and the patient if you call yourself a physician. The best thing for you would be to find another vocation. Please, leave me,” Shivram advised sternly.