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Money is One Heck of a Stimulant
Your deceit has polluted the rivers near your villages.
The very rivers that its people rely on for drinking water.
A sip of that poison ignites a plague that turns friends into foes and kin into fugitives.
But where is the antidote? Why do your people continue to fall ill?
It is locked away along with the fortune you made from the production of your deceit.
Money is one heck of a stimulant.
I’ve been away for a long time to know why I’ve been wrong before.
I had beat a dead horse and gave CPR to two that had cancer.
I should have known that it was not worth it if the doctors were not going to help treat it.
I was an ignoramus. They have all the knowledge that the world had to offer.
So why not share it with the ambitious and give new life to these once noble steeds?
Money is one heck of a stimulant.
I long reminisced about a time when the doors were open to tons of villagers with potential.
It was a world that I wanted to be a part of since I was a guppy not yet exposed to mathematics.
A potato infected by a blight and stabbed me warned me that the chief doctors were monsters.
A poor surgeon who tried repeatedly to receive a raise vanished, was slandered, and never seen again.
A coordinator found a shady message in her contract that forbade arbitration and fled to another kingdom.
And I recently heard that the one coquettish nurse was expelled over scrutiny from her personal life.
Why, Dr. Kim? Why do you egg your personnel to choose sides when there are lives that need rescuing?
Can’t we all get along and lay down our weapons? It’s easier to negotiate than to wage war, but no.
Money is one heck of a stimulant.
People lose their minds when they fall in love. It’s not just me. It’s a fact of life.
I lost mine to a mongrel who shut me out after a few months and lied directly to my face.
A good friend that I had regretfully wronged had given the doctors the deceit that tainted the rivers.
A clever herbalist that craves drama knows how to brew tainted water to make it appear crystal clear.
Not everyone knows that making up stories to sweep malpractice under the rug is a gold mine.
Money is one heck of a stimulant.
The coachman that brought me to this place can call me a whiny little boy if his mood fits.
Just like the kid who offered sage advice to the chief doctors on how to break down barriers.
But that judges the coachman's character more than mine.
It’s an fyi that looks terrible just because he’s wearing it.
But hey, why bother listening to advice that’s more expensive than one’s pride?
The doctors’ salaries are too low for them to spare a dime to make that change.
That’s why there’s never room for improvement nor for sharing in their greedy hearts.
Money is one heck of a stimulant.
I am terribly sorry that your folks never taught you that what goes around comes around.
That your hidden crimes will come back to bite you when you too become penniless.
When you one day get a taste of your own poison when you drink the river you tainted.
What does your life have in store for you afterwards? Can you sleep at night again?
Will people still care when the doctors go their separate ways? What about the pollution in the river?
I will not return to the filth you created to clean it because in the end, the deceit would be even worse.
To change your practice for the better was my greatest wish until I found out how unethical you are.
Now it is to build a fortune of my own so the artist that my heart beats for can have a bite to eat.
That is the change that you will never see because you are too comfortable smoking the dough you baked.
Money is one heck of a stimulant.
