A Village Hero's Day at the Hospital

**A Village Hero’s Day at the Hospital: A Comedy of Errors**

In a small, sleepy village where the loudest sound was usually a rooster with a serious attitude problem, lived a man named Bhola. Now, Bhola wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he had a heart as big as his belly. One fine morning, Bhola woke up with a peculiar problem—his lungs were staging a protest, and every breath felt like he was trying to suck air through a straw stuck in a mango.

“Bhola, it seems like you have asthma,” said the village barber, who was also the resident doctor, dentist, and part-time mechanic. “You must go to the big city hospital!”

Now, Bhola had never been to a hospital, let alone a big city hospital. The only doctor he knew was the barber, whose medical toolkit consisted of a shaving blade and a bottle of mysterious green liquid that smelled like trouble. But Bhola, desperate to breathe easy, decided it was time to visit the hospital everyone in the village spoke about—the one with real doctors who didn’t double as tailors.

Bhola arrived at the city hospital, clutching his chest and looking around as if he had just landed on Mars. Everything was shiny, beeping, or whirring, and the people were in strange white coats that made them look like they were part of some cult. After a few confusing moments trying to figure out which was the entrance and which was the vending machine, Bhola found himself in the emergency room.

The doctor, a man who looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, greeted Bhola. “What seems to be the problem?” he asked, glancing at Bhola, who was panting like he had just run a marathon while carrying a sack of potatoes.

“I can’t breathe!” Bhola gasped, as if stating the obvious needed more drama.

The doctor nodded sagely. “Nurse, put him on oxygen immediately.”

Now, Bhola had no idea what oxygen was. He assumed it was some fancy city medicine that would magically fix his breathing. The nurse approached with an oxygen mask, which to Bhola looked like some sort of torture device used by the city folk to discipline unruly villagers. She gently placed the mask over his mouth and nose, and Bhola’s eyes widened as he saw the tube snaking out from the mask, connected to a machine.

In his village, anything with wires was either a telephone or a radio, and the sight of the tube convinced Bhola that he was now supposed to communicate with the gadget. And so, with all the confidence of a man who thought he had just become the new radio jockey of his own personal broadcast, Bhola grabbed the mask and said loudly, “Hello! Hello! Can you hear me?”

The nurse froze mid-step, the doctor blinked in confusion, and Bhola’s family, who had accompanied him, stared at him like he had grown a second head.

“Hello! Hello!” Bhola continued, now tapping the mask as if trying to get a better signal. “This is Bhola speaking! I have a breathing problem! Over!”

There was a beat of silence. Then, like the proverbial dam bursting, the entire room erupted into laughter. The doctor, who hadn’t laughed in weeks, was doubled over, clutching his sides. The nurse had tears streaming down her face, and Bhola’s family was howling, their laughter echoing through the hospital corridors.

Bhola looked around, utterly perplexed. “What? What did I say?” he asked, still holding onto the oxygen mask like it was a walkie-talkie from a spy movie.

The doctor finally managed to compose himself, wiping away tears. “Mr. Bhola, this is not a telephone. It’s oxygen to help you breathe!”

Bhola, now embarrassed but still a bit unsure, removed the mask and muttered, “Well, it sure looked like one. All it needed was a ringtone.”

The rest of Bhola’s hospital visit went smoothly, though the story of the “Hello Man” spread like wildfire through the hospital, earning him nods and chuckles from everyone, from the janitor to the chief surgeon. Bhola returned to his village, breathing better and with a new story to tell—a story that would make him a local legend. After all, not every villager can claim they had a city doctor rolling on the floor laughing!