Chapter One Hundred Forty Seven

Hans found Warren waiting for him in the pediatric surgeon's room. He had just finished a routine visit to his patients. He smiled faintly, then walked in and approached the man, who was sitting in his chair. Warren smiled and handed him a paper cup.

"Coffee latte."

He smiled widely and grabbed the glass. "Thank you. But I think I should reduce my coffee consumption. It wouldn't be good for my health."

Suddenly, the man pursed his lips. "Yes! I already brought it for you. So, today you have to drink it. Next time, maybe I'll bring some juice for you."

Hans chuckled and took a chair from another table. "Just make a schedule. When will you bring me coffee? And when will you bring juice? That's easier, isn't it?"

"I'll think about it. Even though it's a little inconvenient," said Warren.

Hans took a sip of the latte that the man brought and put it on the table. He looked back at him closely. "What's the matter with me?"