Chapter 58 Send Me Proof

• “How's he doing, Doc?” I asked after minutes of torturing silence.
• Father looks as ghostly as an actual corpse. The only tiny difference is that he's taking his little breaths. There's no oxygen to aid his breathing as we aren't very equipped medically. We still cater to the traditional ways.
• The physician has been here for half an hour now. Exactly 45 — nah, I just glanced at my watch again — 47 minutes now. He had his tools and had been piercing syringes into Father's body. So far, he hasn't said a word. Just mournful sighs and shaking his head.