"Well, without immediate care he would have passed out. He's on the ragged edge. It depends upon what he was before he began this racket. Drink, and no sustaining food. But while there's life there's hope. There isn't a nurse this side of Hong-Kong to be had. I've only a Chinaman who is studying under me; but he's a good sport and will help us out during the crisis. This chap's recovery all depends upon the care he receives."
Out of nowhere Ruth heard her voice saying: "I will see to that."
"Your husband?"
"No. I do not even know his name."
The doctor sent her a sharp, quizzical glance. He could not quite make her out; a new type.
"Taber," said the manager; "Taber is the name."
For some reason she did not then understand, Ruth did not offer the information that Taber had another name.
"This is very fine of you, Miss…."
"Enschede."
"Ah. Well, come back in half an hour. I'll send for Wu Fang. He speaks English. Not a job he may care about; but he's a good sport. The hard work will be his, until we yank this young fellow back from the brink. Run along now; but return in half an hour."