Doctor, Doctor
An immigrant doctor sets up a private clinic in the United States and posts an advertisement ‘Will cure anything for $ 500 or pay back twice.’
An American sees this and senses an opportunity to make a fortune. ‘I’ll get those 1000 dollars from him alright, and to think of the money I’ll make when I also get to sue that quack for fraud.’
Consequently he goes to the doctor and says: ‘Doctor, I seem to have lost all taste!’
‘Nurse, three drops from bottle #22 for this gentleman, please,’ the doctor instructs. The man swallows the three drops, starts retching and spitting, and shouts: ‘For the love of God, that’s gasoline! Are you trying to poison me?!’
‘I see that your taste has returned. That’ll be $ 500!’
The man pays up and is determined to try again. A week later, he comes back and claims: ‘Doctor, I’m suffering from memory loss, I can barely remember a thing!’
‘Nurse, three drops from bottle number 22, please,’ the doctor says.
‘Wait a minute, that’s gasoline again!’
‘I see that your memory has returned. That’ll be $500.’
The man is really angry but must pay up. A week later, he decides to have another go.
‘Doctor, I’m getting blind! I can barely see anything!’
The doctor examines him and shakes his head. ‘I’m afraid I can’t help you with that. Here’s your $1000!’
‘But that’s just 10 dollars!’
‘Congratulations, your vision has returned! That’ll be $500!’
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