The Lani People by Jesse F. Bone (freenovel24 txt) 📗

However, there had to be a breaking point somewhere, and the monotony was beginning to wear his temper thin. Another five minutes, he reflected, was about all he could take.

The door chime rang softly.

“Come in,” the Port Captain said, breaking off in mid-tirade. The change in his manner was so abrupt that Kennon couldn’t help smiling.

A young blond man in an interne’s gray uniform entered the room.

“Yes, Doctor,” the Port Captain said. “What can I do for you?”

“Do you have a Jac Kennon here? Dr. Jac Kennon?”

“Did you say doctor?” the Port Captain said in a half-strangled voice.

“You never let me tell you,” Kennon said mildly, “that my landing here was a matter of medicine. Technically you have contributed to a delay in treatment.”

The Port Captain’s face paled. “Why didn’t you say something?” he said.

“Against your gale of wind I would be but a faint breeze,” Kennon said coldly. He turned to the interne. “I’m Dr. Kennon.” They bowed formally to each other.

“I’m Smalley, sir, from the medical center. Dr. Brainard sends his compliments and requests that you join him for consultation.”

“The Port Captain—” Kennon began.

“Don’t worry about it, Doctor. I’ll relinquish responsibility to Dr. Brainard,” the Captain said.

“I have placed a formal written request with your office,” Smalley said stiffly. “You are relieved of further charge. Dr. Kennon is urgently needed. It is a matter of medicine.”

The Captain looked relieved. On Beta it was poor policy to interfere with the doings of doctors and engineers—or even doctors of philosophy.

“Very well. He’s yours—and I’m glad to be rid of him.” The Port Captain bowed to Kennon and Smalley and stalked out of the office.

“Pompous little man,” Kennon observed, “but he certainly can talk.”

“Oh—you know these Administrative people,” the interne said depreciatingly. “One mustn’t mind them. They’re necessary nuisances.” He eyed Kennon curiously. “How is it that you didn’t stand on your professional rights?”

“I have my reasons—but they have nothing to do with medicine.”

“Oh—I see. Ethical.” The interne’s voice was faintly sarcastic.

“Manners, Doctor—manners.” Kennon’s voice was gentle but the interne flushed a dull red.

“Sorry, sir.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s normal for a graduate to confuse liberty with license.” Kennon smiled. “Don’t worry. I shan’t report you.”

“That’s good of you, sir.” Smalley’s face registered relief. Demerits were difficult to erase—particularly ones of courtesy.

Kennon wondered if the young man would report himself. He doubted it. The interne didn’t look the type—probably he was dated for some obscure job, like a general practitioner. He shrugged. It took all kinds to make a profession. Even the Smalleys had their place.

“That girl you brought in,” Smalley said as they entered a white car emblazoned with the three crosses, red, blue, and green, that represented the three fields of medicine. “She’s an interesting case. I’ve never seen space shock before. And the patient herself—one would hardly believe she was a Betan.”

“She isn’t,” Kennon said.

“So?” Blond eyebrows rose in inverted U’s of surprise. “But that’s hardly possible. Our tests indicate-”

“Don’t you think that this is a matter for Dr. Brainard?” Kennon said icily. “Protocol—”

“Of course. Stupid of me—but the case is so interesting. Half the center staff have seen her already. I wasn’t proposing to discuss the case. It wouldn’t be proper. Even though you are only a veterinarian.”

“Only?” Kennon’s voice was hard. “I shouldn’t have to remind you of this, Mr. Smalley—but I have been for the past two years on a world of bad manners. I expected better here at home.”

Smalley flushed to the roots of his straw-colored hair. “Sorry, Doctor,” he muttered. “I don’t know what’s the matter with me.”

“I can tell you,” Kennon said. “You’ve just graduated.”

“How did you know?” Smalley said.

“I was a graduate once, myself—not too long ago.”

“How long, sir?”

“Class of Eighty-seven.”

“That’s twelve years ago,” Smalley said.

Kennon nodded. Ten years lost. Not bad—not bad at all. But Alexander could have done a lot in ten years.

“I meant no disrespect,” Smalley said worriedly.

“I know it. But if you intend to practice on Beta, you’d better polish your professional manner. Now where I was, it didn’t make much difference. Laymen often called me ‘Doc.’”

Smalley was properly shocked. “I hope you didn’t encourage them, sir.”

“It was impossible to discourage them,” Kennon said. “After all, when the man who hires you—”

“Oh—entrepreneurs,” Smalley said in a tone that explained everything.

* * *

The car stopped in front of the Medical Center’s staff entrance. “This way, sir,” Smalley said. He led the way down a green-tiled corridor to an elevator—then down another corridor past a pair of soft-footed nurses who eyed them curiously—looking at Kennon’s tunic and sandals with mild disapproval in their eyes. Smalley stopped and knocked softly on a closed door.

“Enter,” said a pleasant baritone voice from the annunciator.

“Dr. Brainard—Dr. Kennon,” Smalley said.

Kennon liked the man instantly. A plump, pink-cheeked man of middle age, with prematurely white hair, Dr. Will Brainard combined a fatherly appearance with an impression of quick intelligence. The fat that sheathed his stocky body had obviously not touched his mind. Brainard rose from the deep chair near the window where he had been sitting, knocked the ashes from his pipe, and bowed stiffly. His eyes—sharp points of blue in the smooth pinkness of his face—surveyed Kennon curiously.

“So you’re the young man who takes untrained pregnant women for rides in old-fashioned spacers,” he said. “Didn’t you know what would happen?”

“I was in a hurry, Doctor,” Kennon said.

“Obviously. Now tell me about it.” Brainard looked at the eager-faced interne standing behind Kennon. “That will be all, Smalley,” he said.

Kennon waited until the door closed. “Ordinarily,” he said, “I’d never have done a thing like that, but there were some very pressing reasons. However, I should have given her an injection of Somnol before we started. I’m criminally liable. If anything happens to her—”