The couple exchanged glances, both clueless about the question.
"We just call him the doctor," the wife explained, and the husband quickly agreed. "That's odd. How come I can't remember his name?" She mumbled to herself as she ate another spoon of her soup.
"The doctor is a busy man," the husband said as he fed the children one by one. "Even though he's very well-known in this village, he's not always present. He only visits every few days or weeks."
"Is that the reason why his house looks like that?" Luke asked, blatantly showing his disgust. I'm not sure why, but I had a feeling he didn't like the doctor.
"Well, yes," the lady laughed. "We usually help him tidy his house, but with the winter at its peak, we're too busy providing for ourselves to care about anything else. Winter isn't the best season for us to live. It's always a struggle to survive winter."
