"Obviously, you knew I would come. Let me guess. What Leena has been taking are not exactly health supplements. Am I right? They're not really tonics, right?" Kevin cautiously asked in a nervous voice. He wasn't sure whether he guessed it right. The uncertainty of it made him uneasy and anxious.

  "No, you're wrong. She is indeed taking tonics. But if she doesn't want to tell you why, then I can't say anything else." Tom had promised Leena that he wouldn't take the liberty of telling Kevin the truth, and he would never go back on his word. As a doctor, he had sworn to protect the patient's privacy.

  "Fine. But could you at least tell me whether it's life-threatening or not? I mean, what she's taking them for," Kevin asked with hopeless expectation. He wondered how serious it was before he figured out why she had to take tonics. As her husband, he felt that he had the right to know.

  "Well, it's hard to say," was Tom's ambiguous answer. He understood how frustrating it must be for Kevin, but at this time, Leena was his patient and therefore he couldn't tell Kevin. He pondered that some women had died during childbirth, so one could say that it was life-threatening. That was why he couldn't give an absolute answer.

  "What? Tell me. Is she going to die? You're a doctor, Tom. Can you save her?" Kevin rose from the couch but did not let go of it, trembling as he started to panic. He was mistaken about Tom, so he lost control of his emotions.

  "As you can see, I'm doing everything I can to help nurse her to optimal health. So please calm down. You are scaring me right now." Tom patted his chest, as if he was really frightened.

  "What disease is she suffering from? Why is i

  ng? Are there any improvements?" There were a lot of patients today, so Tom didn't have time to visit Patricia until now. For quite some time since she got out of her coma, he had been faced with a dilemma. He didn't dare to tell Patricia his feelings for her because it might complicate things. If they somehow fell in love now, he had no idea whether she would still accept him after she got her memory back. Most of her memories of him had not been pleasant, to say the least.

  "Yeah. The doctor said it was good. Have you finished your work for the day?" Patricia was beaming with pleasure at the sight of Tom.

  "Good to hear that. Yes, I'm pretty much done. Try to get exercise as much as you can, or ask the nurse to massage your weak areas. It's very helpful for your recovery." Tom didn't know why he always kept a poker face in front of Patricia. He liked Patricia, but he didn't know how to get along with her. His IQ was high, but he had an EQ similar to an eighth grader, insecure and uncertain.

  "What's happening to you, Tom? You make me feel weird." Patricia sitting in a wheelchair gazed at Tom, her face puzzled.