Stacy knew of its history. Actually, one could call it a legacy. Her recently deceased father had shown it to her upon completion of medical school.
Being the sole proprietor of the largest multi-diverse treatment center in the world, her father had not gone unnoticed by the pharmaceutical companies. Nor had his center’s success rate at treating everything from bi-polar disorders to stage-four leukemia.
The cures were never near 100%, but the survival results were mind-boggling… to say the least.
Rechecking to see that the interior door was locked to her personal research laboratory, Stacy sat and carefully inserted the memo-triplicate into the antiquated typewriter.
Picking up the tattered blindfold- the one used for the last 50 years- Stacy covered her eyes, placed her fingers on the keys, and allowed them to complete the recommended treatment for her new patient.
Written for Monday’s Finish That Story. Requirements: Photo prompt and 100-150 words.