Chapter 197. Being Nice to the Doctor

Ellie's POV

"Morning, doctor Lemuel!" I greet the doctor in the hallway after checking on my father.

He is still asleep. He must have been so exhausted by the time he retired to bed last night. That was predictable after all that long conversation we had. And of course, he must have been so overwhelmed with everything, including me, saying that I chose this betrothal out of my own will.

"Good morning, Ellie! How was your night?" Dr. Lemuel asks after responding to my greetings.

One thing I like about Lemuel is his devotion and outgoing virtue. He is so easy to talk with. His maturity and cool nature are what crown his physical hexa. He is cute as well. Just a harmless opinion.

"I slept well, but I am worried about my father. How far is your consultation about the transplant?" I query.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that," he says, stretching up for a second.

He was? That got me curious. "Why? Is everything okay? Ha