The private doctor breathed a sigh of relief once he left and went into the ward.
Don Smith was awake. It seemed that he had heard every word of the conversation between Alejandro and the doctor.
The doctor filled Don’s ward cabinet with the food Alejandro brought, explaining, “The food is safe. None of it contains allergens or other food particles that are off-limits. You know, he’s not as terrifying as you made him out to be, Sir. He even left us alone very quickly.”
Don stared at the heap of food pensively. “Spoken like someone who doesn’t know him, Doctor. He’s only here to see how much longer I have. Once he detects a possibility that my malady’s turning for the better, he’ll devise something else to bring forth my death, I guarantee you that. I want you to be honest with me, Doctor, how much longer?”
The doctor sighed. “Even to the best of my abilities, I’m afraid three more months might be the maximum, Sir. I cannot predict anything after three months,” he answered candidly. “Such a short amount of time left... Surely, he has enough patience and mercy to accommodate that, right?”
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