Kiss of Life (Hayat Öpücüğü)

ÇİÇEK HOSPITAL TWO-WEEK DUTY SCHEDULE

NATURAL ANTIBACTERIAL SOAP

DAY 15 HANG IN THERE

Stuff your ban. I'm having an infarction.

You saved my husband's life. You're a world-class physician, Mr. Onur.

Please. I was only doing my j...

Damn!

What's wrong with you?

My lower back. It sometimes...

My bag.

My hospital bag.

God, he's back again!

Sadık, Metin is coming.

Excuse me, it's an emergency.

-Metin is coming. -He held out two weeks, though.

-Don't admit him. -I'll do what I can, but

he will manage to get in.

If he asks, I'm at a symposium in Europe.

No, say Africa.

-Africa. -Sadık.

What's going on?

Metin is coming.

-Who is this Metin? -Ms. Hayat, let me put it like this.

A bar has its regulars, right?

And a hospital? Well, look no further.

What's wrong with him?

Let's say he's super finicky.

Excuse me.

-Your friend is back. -Metin?

Yes. I say ditch the coat and melt into the crowd. Now!

If God gave us Metin, he gave us patience too.

Bravo, Ayça. A truly awesome medical diagnosis.

Look what the guy does to me.

I'll ask for an appointment again. People will think I'm crazy.

So, Metin is back.

Here we go. Back to square one.

Sadık, Sadık! It's bad. I'm having an infarction.

This is Metin, right?

Who is that?

You can't smoke here.

-Sadık, where is Dr. Onur? -In Africa. At a big symposium.

Africa?

Hey! Toss that cigarette.

What is it to you?

Sadık, I can't breathe. Where is my wheelchair, Sadık?

Where is Metin's wheelchair?

-Don't panic. You sound as a bell. -A bell?

Why do you say that? You mean an alarm bell?

I ring alarm bells? Tell me. Do you mean an alarm bell?

Laugh away. All you have is a broken arm.

No kidding.

-Please, hold that away from me. -We can't find Metin's wheelchair.

It's two weeks since I was here and you lose my chair, huh?

Don't worry, Metin. I'm on the case.

Come here. Have this one. Come on, have it.

No, keep it. You're so easygoing, who knows where you've been sitting?

What's that? A dog?

Go away. Shoo!

What's it doing here? Shoo! Go away!

Hey, are you scared of dogs?

What's that got to do with it?

What's a stray dog doing outside a hospital?

Send it to an animal clinic if you want.

Hey, OK.

Keep still, boy.

If anything happens, he'll blame you.

-Here you go. -Good.

What was the combination?

Come here.

Stop laughing. Why a...

Laugh your lungs off at yourself.

-Hop in. -I'm right here.

-It's safe, right? -Sure.

OK, go.

You can't smoke and that dog has to go.

Get out of there.

Get me an ECG done, Sadık.

Don't eat that. It's glucose. Sugar is poison.

Get off the floor, kid. People walk there in shoes.

-Keep calm. -How can I?

I have acute coronary syndrome.

Plastic cups? Use paper cups! How often have I told you?

-You're drinking from petroleum waste. -Who put them?

Hasan, where are you? Dr. Onur's in Africa and you go AWOL.

It's OK. I'm here. Don't worry.

We'll run some tests, then do an exam.

Sadık, take Metin to the lab. Excuse me.

Use a headset. Phones emit radiation.

-And you're a doctor. -They just don't know.

I didn't bring your referral.

I'll go get it.

I'll be back.

Don't be long, Sadık.

OK, the line's long, but Metin has to jump it.

He needs blood tests before seeing Dr. Ayça.

-Hey! You're over that crisis fast. -Thankfully.

There you go. God works his wonders.

Huh, Metin?

How do you know my name?

You're so famous here everyone knows you.

I have some health situations.

I can see that.

Serious ones.

For sure.

Back off! You only broke an arm. You smoke cancer sticks outside ER.

You harass me when I'm fighting for my life.

Metin! Where have you been?

Hey, kiddo. I've been to hell and back.

They banned me from here, you know?

I wonder why?

Metin's illness is different to mine.

He has to stay away from hospital to get better.

Is that right?

Aren't you cute? What's your name?

-Emrah. Yours? -Hayat.

Come here.

Wait. You can't touch the boy with those dog-germ hands.

-He'll catch something. -I'll touch you.

Stop! Sadık!

Ms. Hayat, we're ready for you.

You should check Ms. Hayat's lungs. She smokes like a chimney.

Nurse, I want to forego my turn.

But please take this tiresome man away.

Tiresome?

Don't laugh.

Whose side are you on? Don't laugh!

Nothing's wrong with you.

-Ah! But it must be. -But it isn't.

I have Dr. Hasan's report and the test results.

What if the tests weren't done properly?

-What? Every time? -Dr. Ayça, I was dying.

Yes, of health anxiety.

You don't understand. I'm not a hypochondriac.

I've made my diagnosis.

You couldn't hold out two weeks.

OK, Doctor.

I accept your diagnosis out of respect for medical science.

Metin, I have patients waiting.

You can go.

Don't come back for a month.

After that kind of dismissal I'd stay away three weeks anyway.

One month.

You're free to change doctors.

That's not what I meant. I just thought you'd be worried.

I mean, what's another five days?

Good. You can go.

Me? Yes.

Dr. Onur's on duty tonight and the guy's in Africa.

They're screwing me up with their screw-ups.

Çicek Hospital, hello?

Hello. I'm calling from the Health Ministry.

A relative of mine is on his way to your hospital.

Which doctor's on duty, I wonder?

Sorry, who's calling from the Health Ministry?

Me.

The Minister, that is.

Metin.

Don't call me Metin. What cheek!

Come on, Metin.

Sorry, but I can't say which doctor is on duty.

Dr. Ayça's strict orders.

Goodbye.

Oh, God.

Who is it?

Me, Metin. Who else?

How did he know?

Hi, Metin. How's it going?

Good thanks, Çarli. You?

Great. Fantastic. Did you finish the drawings for the boat?

Well. Pretty much.

We promised those French guys.

-It's a three million euro deal. -OK.

Making him strip at the door again, Metin?

He's dirty, Gülsüm.

Hello, Gülsüm.

Hello, son.

Gosh, even at my age I'm less afraid of death than you.

Where does that come into it? I'm afraid of dying like an idiot.

If I have to die, I should die like a man.

Never mind, Gülsüm. I'm used to it. My friend is a maniac.

You boys are something else.

Out the way. Let me get in.

Don't sit there. That's my chair. I had one made for you.

-OK, Metin. -For God's sake.

Whoa!

Don't let it go to your head, but this is your best boat design ever.

What do you think?

If Dr. Rıza was on duty,

he would park his motorbike by the entrance.

What's going on? Another duty doctor crisis?

If you figured it out, I'd be spared this, Çarli.

What can I do? They don't believe me.

They know who I am. They won't say who's on duty.

Good boy.

There you go. The girl's a ditz.

She does everything a sick person shouldn't.

Let it go. Come here. Let's talk about the boat.

Don't pet him.

-Look, don't pet him. -Hello.

-Hello. -Wait. I'm coming down.