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A nasogastric tube welded to his small encounter.

Clown doctoring: more than just clowning around A ward circular of a different kind: doctors in white coats but with scooters and hooters instead of stethoscopes and ball-point pens. A nasogastric tube welded to his small encounter, the boy is too ill to move. A male nurse wheels him ever so down a carpeted medical center corridor carefully. Two figures approach, dressed in lengthy, white, badge-adorned coats, floppy hats and baggy, multicoloured pants. They talk with the boy by name. The strains of You are my Sunshine issue from kazoo and a miniature, semiautomatic violin.