"I helped." He agreed. There was a flurry of words and his smile faltered once or twice when things were asked or said that he didn't quite grasp, but at the end of it, John got the gist of the question that was being asked.
"It a gift." His hands were held out unconsciously. "A gift from God his self."
John knew that Dr Tam didn't need any healing. He could feel that. But he still reached out without thinking to lay a massive hand on the doctor's shoulder. There was no spark of intelligence that lit up. There was no healing to be done.
But he got other information, other things came to him.
"You a good man." He said almost relieved. "You and your sister. You good folk."