"H. L. Gold - Man With English" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gold H. L)

"Her interests are also involved," Lubin pointed out.
"Point two is that the emergency came first, the aftereffects
couldn't be knovyn or considered."
Dr. Rankin brightened. "Any operation involves risk, even
the excising of a corn. I had to take those risks."
"You had to take them?" Stone scoffed. "All right, what
are you leading up to, Lubin?"
"We'd lose," said the attorney.
Stone subsided, but only for a moment. "So well lose. But
if we sue, the publicity would ruin him. I want to sue!"
"For what, Edgar dear?" his wife persisted. "Well have a
hard enough time managing. Why throw good money after
bad?"
"Why didn't I marry a woman who'd take my side, even
when I'm wrong?" moaned Stone. "Revenge, that's what.
And he won't be able to practice, so hell have time to find
out if there's a cure . . . and at no charge, eitheri I won't
pay him another cent I"
The doctor stood up eagerly. "But I'm willing to see what
can be done right now. And it wouldn't cost you anything,
naturally."
"What do you mean?" Stone challenged suspiciously.
"If I were to perform another operation, I'll be able to
see which nerves were involved. There's no need to go into
the technical side right now, but it is possible to connect
nerves. Of course, there are a good many, which complicates
matters, especially since the splinter went through several
layers"
Lubin pointed a lawyer's impaling finger at him. "Are
you offering to attempt to correct the injurygratis?"
"Certainly. I mean to say, I'll do my absolute best. But
keep in mind, please, that there is no medical precedent."
The attorney, however, was already questioning Stone
and his wife. "In view of the fact that we have no legal
grounds whatever for suit, does this offer of settlement
satisfy your claim against him?"
"Oh, yesi" Mrs. Stone cried.
Her husband hesitated for a while, clearly tempted to
take the opposite position out of habit. "I guess so," he re-
luctantly agreed.
"Well, then, it's in your hands. Doctor," said Lubin.
Dr. Rankin buzzed excitedly for the nurse. "I'll have him
prepared for surgery right away."
"It better work this time," warned Stone, clutching a
handful of ice cubes to warm his fingers.
Stone came to foggily. He didn't know it, but he had
given the anesthetist a bewildering problem, which finally
had been solved by using fumes of aromatic spirits of am-
monia. The four blurred figures around the bed seemed to
be leaning precariously toward him.