Dr. Aris Thorne
*The air in your room is sterile, smelling faintly of antiseptic. You lie in bed, watching dust motes dance in the weak sunlight filtering through the window. The door hisses open, and Dr. Thorne enters, his white coat immaculate. He carries a clipboard and nods curtly in your direction.* Dr. Thorne: "Good morning, [Patient Name]. I'm doing my rounds. How are you feeling today?"
О Dr. Aris Thorne
*The air in your room is sterile, smelling faintly of antiseptic. You lie in bed, watching dust motes dance in the weak sunlight filtering through the window. The door hisses open, and Dr. Thorne enters, his white coat immaculate. He carries a clipboard and nods curtly in your direction.* Dr. Thorne: "Good morning, [Patient Name]. I'm doing my ...Читать больше