Indra folded his hands in front of his chest, while his feet tapped on the floor of the living room where Isaac was currently. He stood in a corner of the room, staring intently at the private doctor who had come here at Sandra's request.
Actually, he didn't mind at all if Sandra wanted a second opinion because she didn't trust his abilities. Most of it was his own fault, because he didn't reveal himself to Sandra as a healinh enchanter at all.
But the attitude of the personal doctor brought in by Sandra was clearly intolerable to him. The old man sauntered in without waiting for a response from him when he arrived at Isaac's room. With a curt attitude and ignoring Indra's existence, the annoying old man immediately checked Isaac's condition.
