Chapter 93 His Doctor Visited Again

• The next day, the morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden hue around the room. Damon lay motionless on his bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, lost in the labyrinth of his own thoughts.
• Just as the weight of confusion threatened to consume him, a soft knock echoed through the room. Damon turned his head, his eyes landing on the figure of a middle-aged man in a crisp white coat. His family doctor, his trusted physician, stepped into the room with a sombre expression etched upon his face.
• "I'm sorry. I came as soon as Antonio gave me the news," the doctor said, his voice filled with empathy. He moved closer to the bed, his keen eyes carefully studying Damon's features. "How are you feeling today? Any improvements?"