Tor managed to see all the patients on his list, and he hadn’t had lunch yet. All he had in his stomach was coffee, and that was from early morning. People kept coming in, and he didn’t have the heart to send them away. His quota was only fifteen patients per day, and they closed for an hour during lunch. That didn’t happen today, and it was only his first day. He had already seen twenty patients, and there was one more waiting in the lobby. It was an old woman with a bad cough.
He brought her in, and by his estimate, she was about sixty-five years old.
“What seems to be the— Yaya Seling?” Tor was surprised to recognize the old woman in his lobby. If he had known it was her waiting, he would have prioritized her.
She smiled at him but started coughing again, covering her mouth. It was c
