The Chief Imperial Doctor of Yafor 2, who had been sent on such an important mission with 9 other doctors and nurses, as well as 33 guards, walked in. His slow, deliberate pace was obviously coached to be such, so it was not so strange. The guards and other doctors fanned out around him, protecting a being that the Grand Democratic Duchy of Yafor 2 could not afford to lose.
After a brief chat with the guards, Doctor Harlem Degro was let in. His black cloak seemed out of place on a doctor of his stature, as if he should wear clothing he considered an apron or smock. He walked long and tall, an expression of complete and total self control.
He walked over to the patiant and began examining him with a grave look on his face. It was obvious the diagnosis, if there was going to be one, would be terrible, not only for the man, but for the whole country.