Ilmi sahmy

Ibra Al Akbar

Keyza mery

Fathi: Hello...

Ilmi: Hello, doctor.

Fathi: You look terrible. What can I do for you?

Ilmi: I can’t go to school today.

Fathi: Oh, I am sorry to hear that. What’s the problem?

Ilmi: My stomach hurts terribly. I think I have a fever as well.

Fathi: Okay, let me check your stomach. (The doctor puts the stethoscope in Ilmi’s belly and strikes it lightly). Does it hurt here?

Ilmi: Not that one.

Fathi: Here?

Ilmi: Yes, that’s really terrible.

Fathi: Alright then, I’ll give you a prescription. You have to take the pills three times a day, okay?

Ilmi: Okay, doctor.

Fathi: Good. Get well soon, Ilmi. Bye.

Ilmi: Thanks a lot. Bye, doctor.

Keyza: Hello, doctor.

Ibra: You look terrible. What can I do for you?

Keyza: I can’t go to school today.

Ibra: Oh, I am sorry to hear that. What’s the problem?

Keyza: My stomach hurts terribly. I think I have a fever as well.

Ibra: Okay, let me check your stomach. (The doctor puts the stethoscope in Keyza’s belly and strikes it lightly). Does it hurt here?

Keyza: Not that one.

Ibra: Here?

Keyza: Yes, that’s really terrible.

Ibra: Alright then, I’ll give you a prescription. You have to take the pills three times a day, okay?

Keyza: Okay, doctor.

Ibra: Good. Get well soon, Keyza. Bye.

Keyza: Thanks a lot. Bye, doctor.