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~Lisa's POV
We stayed like that until the physician came, followed closely by the guard. I stood up quickly when I heard the knock and opened the door to let them in. My heart was pounding the whole time, like it was afraid of what I'd hear.
The doctor, a middle-aged man with a kind but serious face, nodded at me before walking over to Papa. He carried a small leather bag and wore round glasses that kept sliding down his nose. He didn't talk much as he worked. He just asked me a few questions in a calm, quiet tone.
"How long has he been coughing like this?"
"I have no idea. I just met him this way…"
He nodded, writing something down. Then he touched Papa's forehead, checked his pulse, opened his mouth gently, and listened to his breathing with a wooden tube. His frown deepened a little as he listened.
My stomach twisted.
When he was done, he turned to me. His expression was calm, but there was something heavy in his eyes.
