Presently, the door to the waiting room opened. It was the laboratory technician. He said he had completed the test and that the result was with the doctor who was ready to see me.
I immediately placed the magazine down on the table, got up and followed the man. At the door of the doctor’s consulting room, he knocked, opened and asked me to enter. Then he closed the door and returned to his laboratory, leaving me alone with the doctor.
I was tense. It was as if a judge was about to read to me his ruling. I noticed that I was sweating. The doctor looked up at me without a smile. My heart sunk. For me, it was indicative of the fact that the original test was right; I was infertile. I had somehow been hoping that the test would prove that I was fertile because it will likely mean that I was the biological father of Peter and Pamela. But alas! In that few seconds before she spoke, her expression was enough of an answer to me. I psyched myself up for the worse.
“Well, sir. The result indicates you are very fertile. You should have no problem fathering a child or children,” she said. Her assertion was like sweet music to my ears. “Madam, you mean that I can father a child?” I asked her.
“Yes, Dr. Ofori-Mensah,” she replied.
I nearly hugged her in my delight as I whisked the results of the test from her hand. “Thank you Dr. eh…” I stumbled. I did not know her name. “Shirley Brobbey,” she said.
“Dr. Shirley Brobbey, I am very grateful for your assistance. Thank you very much”, I said, smiling. Then I walked out of her consulting room and then half walked, half ran to the car where John was waiting for me eagerly.
“John, I am fertile. I am very fertile,” I said, waving the results at him. He beamed with a smile and screamed “yes!” while punching the air.
“This first of all calls for celebration, John. Call Efe, tell her the good news and tell her to join us at the Great Ambassador Hotel now. Let's go!” I said, excitedly.
On the way to the hotel, I talked about going to see my lawyers once more with the new result of my fertility test.
“I am confident that it will turn out also that the result of the DNA test was also wrong and that I am the biological father of Peter and Pamela. That will give me the joy of a life time. It is possible, John. It is possible!” I said, excitedly.
We soon arrived at the Great Ambassador hotel. We made our way to their restaurant where I ordered foods and drinks that even six people could not consume. Efe, joined us ten minutes after we arrived. She was the one who pointed out that what I had ordered was too much. She quickly followed up to the reception to make new orders. Then she returned to the table.
We spent about an hour at the restaurant. I had never been so happy in my life. Every now and then, I will reach inside my pocket to make sure that the result of the fertility test that proved I was fertile was there; it was more than a $500 billion cheque to me.
When we left the restaurant, I directed John to drive to Number 6 Lollipop Avenue, Glo Estate, to the chamber of Lawyer Oscar Brew. A few minutes later, I was seated before him, wielding the results of the fertility test proudly.
“Well, well, well, Dr. Ofori-Mensah, what brings you here again? I am sorry I could not help you the previous time you were here,” he said. I smiled. Then I handed the result slip in my hand to him. They were two slips. The first was the result from the test ordered by Dr. Dan Adams and the second was the result of the one done at the St. Michael’s hospital. He read both quietly. Finally, he looked up at me, a wry smile on his face.
“Well, well, well! I smell something fishy going on. I sense that the chickens are coming back home to roost. Somebody out there has a lot of explanation to do. Here we go. I am going to demand a third test from you from a hospital that I will choose. Then we will proceed from there” he said. I nodded. I knew why he wanted a third test from a hospital of his choice: he wanted to be sure I had not manipulated the results I had handed over to him.
…………..to be continued…………
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