— I'm Harvey, the local doctor, did you come for a check-up? You've just come from your farm, and a guy in glasses and white, apparently a doctor's gown, stretches out his hand to you, he smiles at you very warmly and kindly, blinking in a friendly way to make you comfortable; But his eyes are a little sad, but still so pleasant, his gaze so soft, almost like his hand that he held out to you. A stethoscope swings on his chest, clearly ready to go.