A man in a black suit sat at a desk with his back to the door.
The man tilted his head slightly, eyeing the newcomers, then returned to scrolling through the laptop in front of him.
"Just say what you need to say."
The deliberately lowered voice carried a distinct edge of impatience.
Clearly, the speaker had more pressing matters at hand and little time to spare for them.
On the hospital bed, a woman lay bundled under the covers, only her delicate brows and eyes visible.
The hospital director, too nervous to meet their gaze, failed to notice anything amiss.
The bespectacled man spoke first.
"Mrs. Luther, your test results indicate some irregularities in your health.
Let me show you the report."
"Alright," the woman murmured from beneath the blankets, her voice muffled and frail.
"Bring it here."
"Of course."
A glint of triumph flickered deep in the bespectacled man's eyes as he stepped past the director, moving toward the bed with the medical file in hand.
