The Charnswell Cottage Hospital was running at a reasonable pace but the hospital currently tended to three patients which were in the main ward of the hospital while Mrs Brandon was being led by a man in a brown suit with a white coat over his suit, "It is rather kind of you to take an interest, Mrs Brandon," Dr Nickolas McCoy said.
"I am afraid that this is a manner of a war horse in the drought however you know that my husband, Alexander was a doctor," Mrs Brandon said.
"Yes, Mrs Brandon alas I am rather very familiar with Dr Brandon's work on symptoms of infection in children," Dr McCoy said.
"I also studied as a nurse in the South African War," Mrs Brandon said.
"Really?" A red headed woman which was dressed in a simple grey dress walked passed Dr Nickolas McCoy and Mrs Henrietta Brandon to tend to the patient which was laying in the bed as the woman, Nurse Francesca Dillon which was the wife of Dr McCoy handed a glass of water to a woman who was sobbing but instead of accepting the water the woman emerged from the chair to push past Nurse Dillon before the Nurse followed her across the ward to the door which was open, "It is a very distressing case about a young farmer, Mr Allen Clark who is a tenant of Lord Charleston's but alas he came in today however I am afraid that he has dropsy," Dr McCoy said.
"May I be able to see him?" Mrs Brandon asked.
"Yes, by all means," Dr McCoy said.
Dr McCoy and Mrs Brandon cross the section of the ward passing a woman which was dressed in the same uniform as Nurse Francesca Dillon but this woman was Nurse Caroline Goldsmith towards the bed which was curtained off from the rest of the ward. Dr Nickolas McCoy pulled the curtain back to see another woman in a nurse's uniform, Nurse Mabel Dwyer standing before Mr Allen Clark.
Mrs Henrietta Brandon examined Mr Allen Clark from her post before the foot of the bed which was were she examined the thick swollen legs of Mr Allen Clark and she noticed that he was covered in large weeping sores, "Dr McCoy is it dropsy of the liver or of the heart?" Mrs Brandon asked.
Dr McCoy stood stationary at the foot of the bed before he turned and looked into the direction of Mrs Brandon, "All the medical evidence which I have researched provides us to believe that Mr Clark is suffering from Dropsy of the heart," Mr Clark seemed to have trouble breathing before he suddenly began to chock and cough which brought thick red blood erupting from his mouth to dribble down his cheeks, chin and neck before Mr Clark raised a white cloth to his mouth while Nurse Mabel Dwyer, Nurse Isobel Frost and Dr Nickolas McCoy rushed from their posts towards Mr Clark, "It is all right, Mr Clark as you are in safe hands," Dr McCoy said.
Dr Nickolas McCoy wondered away from Mr Clark while Nurse Dwyer and Nurse Frost tended to Mr Clark. The Doctor approached Mrs Brandon before he lightly tapped her on the arm to escort her from behind the curtained off bed and through the ward to the small corridor which was were they passed Nurse Francesca Dillon with Mrs Charlotte Clark while she continued to sob, "What shall happen to his wife?" Mrs Brandon asked.
Dr Nickolas McCoy opened a brown wooden door that was to his left after the walked down the corridor from the main ward of the hospital and into the small office of the doctors, "Mrs Clark may intend to keep Wentworth Farm because alas Lord Charleston is not a harsh landlord but unfortunately they have only young children," Dr McCoy said.
"Dr McCoy what shall I do to assist?" Dr McCoy wondered around to the other side of the small desk before he sat down at the chair looking at Mrs Brandon in a state of surprise with a fraction of confusion, "If I am to live in Charnswell then I intend to have an occupation alas please allow for me to be useful," Mrs Brandon said.
Dr McCoy stared blankly across the desk and into the face of Mrs Brandon as he was astonished by the request from Mrs Brandon but he was concerned as to how he matter would have been taken by The Dowager Countess of Charleston but to what her reaction.
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Charnswell Park
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