The group fell silent for a moment, the weight of the story settling over them, the ward's bustle a distant hum.
The second doctor then shook her head, her voice quiet but firm.
"If that had been me, hearing news like that about my child, I think I'd have broken. Most people would've fallen into despair, given up, let the grief swallow them whole...But not Lady Diana. She's made of something stronger."
"She refused to let her daughter go, refused to accept there was no hope. Instead, she took matters into her own hands...Can you believe it? A noblewoman, who'd never touched a medical text in her life, decided to study medicine herself, all for daughter's sake so that she could find a cure herself."
The first doctor's eyes widened, her voice tinged with awe.
"And not just study it, she mastered it. She threw herself into it, pouring hours, days, years into learning everything she could."
