As for the rest, he didn’t have many illusions, and his tiredness took away the ones he still kept. Since he knew that, for the time being, he was no longer a healer. His role was to diagnose. Discovering, seeing, describing, cataloging, and then condemning were his tasks. Spouses grabbed his hand and shouted, “Doctor, save his life!” But he wasn’t there to save lives, he was there to order isolation.
