From the thin shirt and the shorts the doctor wore, it seemed like he, too, was in a pool party like them. There was still leftover sand on his legs, and the white coat didn't seem to fit him, probably given by a colleague before going to the ward. Radia felt guilty about cutting someone's hard-earned vacation short--but the guilt only persisted until he saw the doctor's troubled expression.
Yeah. The doctor knew and agreed to hide it.
"Mister Mallarc, I--"
"I'm sorry to disturb your vacation, Doctor," Radia stood up with his dry, business face as if he had never been in distress for the past two hours. The crimson eyes had regained their full focus. "But I need an answer to my husband's condition."