Moments later, the door burst open as Kojo returned, slightly out of breath. Behind him stood Dr. Mensah, a tall, slim man with a stern expression. In his hand, he clutched a small test tube containing what appeared to be colorful wood chips or some other curious substance.
Dr. Mensah strode into the room, his eyes fixed straight ahead, not bothering to acknowledge anyone present. His voice, when he spoke, was laced with irritation.
"Why have I been dragged from my bed at this ungodly hour?" he demanded, his tone sharp. "I hope you realize that consulting me at this time comes at a premium. And my services? Even more so."
Before anyone else could respond, Matilda stepped forward, her voice tight with worry and impatience. "I'll pay whatever you ask. Just please, help him."
The doctor's cold gaze settled on Matilda for a moment, assessing her. Then, without a word, he stretched out his hand, palm up.
