سجدة شكر-A Prostration of Gratitude

It's late afternoon, my friend and I are gathered around a hepatic failure patient with such a brilliant internist.
He's illiciting different signs of hepatic failure and this lady walks into the dormitory.
A black Abbiyah is most of what I could see of her. She's holding a drug prescription...
"it costs 200+" she mutters, her eyes pleading.
She's been to every single pharmacy. They won't grant it for the few pounds she has to offer. Her husband is dying already expecting the treatment.
Our internist takes a look at the parchment in her hands, instantaneously takes out 200 pounds outta his pocket and gives it to her.
She stares back, unbelievingly.
"The money is not mine, it really isn't." was his answer to her on-the-verge-of-tears-look.
She immediately falls down prostrating...

What was more than touching is the fact that he didn't even question her asking of money...he didn't ponder over the very
possible fact that this might be a prank.
He merely gave out the money, and she prostrated.

My friend and I almost went down to prostrate along with her...for such singular acts are rare. Rare and totally overwhelming...