Poor Mr. Crane. Even if he hadn't told him the man was like a father to him, he could have guessed by the concern on his face and in his words.

No blood, that was something at least. He got up and took his stethoscope. "Let me listen to your lungs." His examined the man, listening to the lungs, the heart, checking his pulse, his throat and doing other doctory things. Then he sat back down.

"I do hear something in your lungs." There were palpitations as well, but that could be caused by the shock he had gotten. "I'll give you something that should help clear your lungs. If there's any blood in what you cough up, I want you to come see me immediately. Otherwise, please return in four weeks." He wanted to tell the man to take rest as well, but he knew there was no point in that. Instead, he asked: "This thing that gave you a shock, is it likely to happen again?" He glanced over to Crane as well.