The little boy

With his ultrasonographic eyes, Dr. Ahmed , the Consultant, scanned the lady from head to toe.He was trying to figure out what was going on inside her.
He was very serious in his looks and the whole team consisting of his registrar, senior house officer and the nurse accompanying them, assumed in their best available serious postures! They all tried to present themselves as very keen and enthusiastic professionals and tried to expose their inherent wisdom even when it was totally unnecessary!
She smiled at the consultant exposing her toothless gums which reminded the smile of an infant to everyone, who may have seen such a smile at some point in their lives.
"How many years young are you Mrs. Smith?"
The consultant opened his usual questionnaire.
"103 years.."
"That is very good...do you have any problems."
"No.. not that I am aware off..!"
"Then, why you are here..?"
"Oh... that..?"
"Yes..why you are in this hospital..?"
"My son brought me here..!"
"Oh.. you have a son..?"
"Yes..I am living with him.."
"That is good.."
"He is very good..the little boy.."
"Good.. what is he doing...working...?"
"Oh.. no...he is a widower.."
"How old he is..?"
"He is only 85 years old..!"
The registrar, senior house officer and the nurse lost their serious postures for a while, but Dr. Ahmed continued his history taking to find out what was wrong with that respectable lady and why she was brought in into that hospital!