***
I had just run into Ayla in the hallway.
I wanted to show her around the clinic, since it was her first day.
But the situation wasn't exactly conducive.
“Patient report, please.”
“Male in his forties, fell at a construction site. Consciousness is declining, and the left pupil has started to dilate.”
Over the past few months,
a healer at this clinic who had trained exclusively in strokes gave the report.
Of course, by 21st-century standards, it was still lacking.
Still, by the standards of this age, it was a very solid briefing...
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