In an agitated state he burst through; shouting loudly. Over the next few minutes the support staff and he engaged, in a conversation, about why he was sent to the hospital. He questioned the very purpose of my visit and medical advice. I was hoping for gratitude, but my second fever screening camp ended in a heated moment. Let’s rewind ninety minutes.
The setting this week was different. I was driven to an urban colony close to the council office. The van entered a dirt field, which contained a football goal (minus a net) and what looked like an unused cricket pitch in its centre. At one end stood a line of sheds, one of which we converted into the makeshift medical centre. The team was different but the roles remained the same. Registration counter, vitals check (body temperature, heart rate and blood oxygen level) and then a conversation with me about their symptoms with medications dispensed, if I felt it was needed.


