‘What, you mean take all her clothes off her chest?’ the mother asked in horror.
‘I mean take all her clothes off her chest. Otherwise I shall not be able to make a diagnosis.’
Eva said nothing as her mother peeled away several layers of cardigans, blouses and vests. At least her chest was exposed. I laid my stethoscope over her heart, winked at her pleasantly, and said with a smile, ‘Big breaths’.
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