Chapter 29 29. Cora

"Why did you take so long to see a doctor?" Dr. Shen asked in a tone that seemed to be speaking to a child with mental retardation. "It's nothing more than being busy," Morgan replied. "When I start to get short of breath, I always think it's the altitude." "Of course, the altitude will play a role. All personnel working in high mountain areas must undergo regular medical examinations. How could you neglect this matter?" The doctor asked kindly. "What about the monks on the mountain?" Morgan asked, "Do you know that many of them are already in their eighties, but they look so healthy..."

"The monks have lived there for many years, and they have fully acclimatized. What about you? You go from sea level to the middle of the atmosphere for a limited number of minutes many times a day. You don't have any serious heart problems at the moment, Only you must obey all the medical orders Cora and I give you." "Cora?" Morgan asked puzzled. "It's short for coronary heart disease alarm," the doctor explained. "Ah, it turned out to be one of those little things you made." Morgan suddenly realized. "Yeah, it's one of those little things we do. They save about 10 million people a year, most of them -- high-ranking social activists, big executives, brilliant academics, Accomplished engineers and 'dumbs' of that sort. I've often thought that nature asks people to do something for themselves, and we don't always want to listen to it," said the doctor in a detached tone.

"Please recall the proverbs of Hippocrates, Peel." Morgan retorted with a smile: "You should admit that I am always obedient. For example, in the past ten years, I have not weighed even a kilogram Increase." "Well, you're not the worst of my patients," said the doctor, in a decidedly milder tone.He took out a large sample book from the table and put it in front of Morgan and said, "You can choose any red color." Morgan scrutinized the holograms with disgust. "Where should I put it?" he asked. "Could it be that you want to implant it in me?"

"There's no need for that yet. In another five years, maybe... I'd advise you to start with this model—it's placed directly on the chest. You'll get used to it very quickly without feeling It's a nuisance, and it won't bother you as long as it's not necessary." "What if it is necessary?" Morgan asked immediately. "Listen!" The doctor released a button on the console, and a melodious soprano said in a gentle voice, "I think you should sit down and rest for ten minutes." After a short pause, the voice continued: "If you It would be very beneficial to lie down and rest for half an hour." There was another pause. "As soon as possible, please contact Dr. Shen immediately." The last words were: "Please take a red pill immediately. I have already sent a doctor to the emergency department. Please lie still. Everything will be fine."

What followed was a very piercing scream, which made Morgan cover his ears involuntarily. "Attention, this is Cora. ​​Anyone who hears my voice please come here immediately. Please note, this is Cora. ​​Please..." "I think you should be clear about the essence of the matter now!" After regaining his composure, the doctor smiled and said to Morgan: "Besides, I should mention another advantage of this chest-worn instrument. " "What advantages?" "One of my patients was a tennis player. When he unbuttoned his shirt, the look of the little red box captivated his opponent."