Durian Yesterday, during our dinner, my family talked about the gratitude of my patients toward me when I was inexperienced doctor. At that time, I worked for a government hospital. Thanks to my proper and compassionate patient care, I’ve earned my patients’ trust. One day, I worked in the hospital in the daytime, and I did my night shift on the same day. One of my patients went to see me for his follow-up visit. He gave me a durian. I remember that time, this type of durian cost very high, due to the fact that it has been available on sale for a short while. Moreover, my family really liked it. So, I put this durian in my private drawer in my internal medicine department. In the following morning, I still worked in the hospital. Early that morning, my colleagues came into that room to be ready to work. All were surprised by the smell of this fruit. Then, some of them tried to figure out where and whose it was. Finally, they guessed that the owner of this fruit was me, because I was the one who had stayed in the room since the previous day. Today, my nurse promised me that she will bring one durian to the clinic. I strongly stopped her from doing that since I know the smell is very strong and our foreign colleagues might not tolerate its smell.