Peter looked at his younger brother with an amused, half-smiling expression. “So you really don’t want to change rooms?”

“No, I’ll stay here.”

“Then suit yourself, as long as you don’t mind the noise.”

Sheila said, “The patient in the next bed is a well-behaved little girl who doesn’t make much noise. Her parents also speak very softly, so they won’t disturb you, Mr. York.”

At the moment, the little girl was outside receiving an IV drip. She did not want to lie in bed and insisted on moving around, so her parents were walking her along the corridor while the IV drip was being administered.

Alex said, “It’s fine. I really like children. Having just one child here isn’t noisy at all. I have a whole bunch of nephews and nieces at home, and they’re much noisier.”

In short, he was not changing rooms, floors, or doctors. He wanted Sheila to remain his physician.

Sheila merely kept smiling.

It was only from the chief that she had learned the Yorks of Wiltspoon were exceptionally large