But then, the day came when Rohan couldn’t ignore it any longer. During an afternoon of particularly strenuous work in the fields, he felt a sharp, crippling pain in his stomach. It was so intense that it brought him to his knees, leaving him breathless and gasping for air. The workers around him looked on in shock as the stoic Rohan, ever impervious to pain, lay writhing in the dirt. He couldn’t hide his suffering any longer. It was time to seek help.
Under the persistent insistence of his friends, Rohan finally found himself in the sterile, white confines of a city hospital, far from the familiarity and comfort of his beloved fields. As the harsh fluorescent lights flickered above him and the cold metallic touch of the stethoscope pressed against his swollen belly, his heart pounded with a mix of fear and anticipation.