Bad medicine a cautionary tale. “Will she be okay, doctor?” asked the woman.
“I will prepare a tincture which you must give her twice daily. If all goes well, she should recover in a day or two,” replied the healer.
“I can’t thank you enough for coming to our village during these troubled times. Many have already died,” said the mother.
“The fee if you please. I’ll stop by in a day or two,” the man remarked as he placed the silver coins in his pouch.
Many more became sick, and even more died. “Please, sir, I have given you all I have, and the child is still not better as you promised,” said the woman.
“I never said I could cure her, only that she might recover, and since you don’t have the fee, my services are at an end,” replied the doctor as he walked out the door.
The child grew cold in the dead of night, and by morning she passed. “If only I had the money, I could have saved you,” wept the mother.
Similar cries could be heard throughout the village as each home had exhausted its funds to save its children.
The following morning, some glimpsed a hooded figure moving through the mist. It stopped briefly at each home where a child had been lost and then moved on.
Only after the sickness had passed did the villagers understand that the doctor preyed on the people’s desperation, relieving them of their silver in exchange for the hopelessness of loss.
The doctor’s smiling face pretended to be a friend, revealing no traces of the evil that lurked within. The truth is in the eyes ’cause the eyes don’t lie, and a smile is just a frown turned upside down.
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