And it turned out that most people wouldn't come back, because it worked. But every once in a while, there was still a patient convinced that he was sick, and he'd come back. And my dad had a third jar of pills.
E a maioria dos pacientes não voltava porque funcionava. Mas vez ou outra, havia aquele paciente convencido de que estava doente, e esse retornava. E meu pai tinha um terceiro vidro de comprimidos.