#WritcoStoryPrompt12
The old woman was near death. I could hear her try to draw in painful gasps of breath. I felt helpless as a doctor in this remote part of the world. Was there nothing I could do?I was anxious and thought for a moment the knowledge that I gained became incomplete and incompetent.

The invisible enemy has really given us so much trouble and tension.Where is its root?
If we could uproot...