ABSTRACT
An elderly man with a cane walked slowly into the hospital lobby where Dr. Joanna Tse’s memorial picture was situated. Amid the flowers and candles, he silently kowtowed three times. Tearfully, he asked why Heaven had been so unfair, that good people were let go. The man was one of Dr. Tse’s ordinary patients in the Tuen Mun district of Hong Kong. Like others, he came to pay his last respects for a young doctor in Tuen Mun Hospital who had tirelessly cared for him but whose life was cut short by a SARS virus that she had caught while on duty.1
