The doctor, grumbling, bows, and Shara leads him outside. A crowd is milling in front of the embassy gates, having followed them here from the river. “If you could,” says Shara, “we would appreciate your discretion. If you could avoid discussing any details of what you saw here …” “It would be against my profession,” says the doctor, “and more so this examination was conducted so poorly that I would prefer no one ever know about it.”
