Raymond stood by the attending physician as the doctor checked Alpha Darwin's vital signs and pulse. The doctor, much older than Darwin, had gray hair and deep wrinkles. His vintage spectacles and old-fashioned coat made him seem like he belonged to another era.
"Doctor, how is he?" Raymond asked, pointing to Alpha Darwin, who lay motionless on the bed, eyes closed. "What's wrong with him?"
The doctor paused before answering, "From all the tests we've done, it appears he has a brain tumor. It's very serious."
Raymond's face fell. "A brain tumor? Are you sure?"
"Yes," the doctor replied firmly. "He needs surgery as soon as possible."
Raymond sighed. "Alright. I'll inform the boss and let you know her response."
"Very well," the doctor nodded, turning back to check on Darwin.
