CHAPTER 12University Hospital, Ta’izz
April 23
Damn! Cruciate repair, and quite possibly knee replacement in twenty years. Ahmed had suspected that was his problem, and the MRI had verified it.
“May the b***h who did this to me be kicked by donkeys and trampled by goats,” he muttered. Rage didn’t fix his problem. He concentrated on his options for the future as he put the brace back on his knee.
The surgery could be done in Yemen. The doctor in front of him was eager to try the procedure, as was the hospital, but Ahmed didn’t feel like contributing to the training of either. The hospital building and equipment were impressive, from the large double arches of the entrance and the spacious waiting room, to the clean, white-walled exam room. He could have been in a European or American ho
