One day Mullah fell seriously ill. His wife was frightened that Mullah might die, so ran for the doctor. “Oh, Doctor, my husband is gravely ill. We’re very poor and have many children. I’m afraid something might happen to him, and then who will take care of the children?”
On hearing the word “poor,” the doctor replied, “Why do you create problems for the poor man? Even if I prescribed him medicine, how would you pay for it with no money?” The wife returned home, and told Mullah.
A few days later Mullah recovered, and then visited the doctor. “I’ve come to say ‘thank you.’ I’ve recovered, thanks to you.” The doctor replied, “How’s that? I didn’t treat you.” “And that’s the very reason I recovered. Had your ugly breath touched me that day, who knows which cemetery I would be lying in today?”