The Police Doctor's Secret
‘She’s no stranger,’ Don said soundly. ‘She’s got the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen in a woman. Or in a man, either, for that matter. She looks a friend to me. So I’ll lie back and think of England and let you two do your worst.’
CHAPTER THREE
THE publican’s arm was harder to fix than they’d thought, though Alistair had the equipment—‘In an emergency I call in the Flying Doctor for help, and I have a fully equipped theatre with all the drugs in case there’s someone here to help me.’
He made everything ready as Sarah did a careful examination and took a history. To give an anaesthetic without doing both was stupid.
And that was where she found problems.
The man was seriously overweight. She listened to his chest and then quietly signalled to Alistair that she wanted to see him outside.
‘I need advice,’ she told him. ‘That chest almost sounds asthmatic. It’s scaring me. My anaesthetics is basic. I don’t want him dying of a dislocated shoulder.’
‘Do you want to call it off?’ Alistair asked, but she shook her head and turned to the nurse.
‘Claire, can you set up a phone link with the duty anaesthetist in Cairns?’
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