Once Raz was unconscious, Dr. Pristine and Wolf wheeled the entire table out of the examination room into room 5g, where they would quickly and efficiently carry out the necessary procedures so that Raz could move and walk around again like normal. The equipment hummed and whirred around the sleeping dragon, and bright lights shone over him to light the doctor's way. The equipment showed the doctors whatever was ailing the patient right there on the projected hologram.
Dr. Pristine stood over Raz, balanced on one foot while the other, sanitized-and-gloved foot picked up his favorite tool of trade. Wolf stood at his side, assisting where necessary, passing off tools and acting as a second set of eyes for Pristine.
Like all Class B procedures, he would have to hurry before the anesthesia wore off. Nothing he wasn't used to, but it never got any easier. Time passed by in a blur. Wounds were sealed with an artificial skin, ribs were secured back into place, joints were properly saddled where they needed to be, and any damaged organs were treated and began to work like new, and the color in any bruised tissue began to fade into Raz's normal skin tone.
It was incredible how far modern medicine had come. Before long, Dr. Pristine might be out of a job because of how easy it was, but he tried not to think about that. He was almost done with his patient. Just a few minor injuries to fix up real quick, and he'd be ready to go - just in time for the anesthesia to begin wearing off.
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The receptionist at the desk called out and waved at Richard.
"I found an opening, Sir! Though, I'm sorry to say, once you get there, you'll have something more to fill out, I'm sure," she said with a smile. She reached out expectantly for the clipboard of paperwork she'd handed to him previously.
She nodded at the gentlemen, Jayce and Ray, walking through the door.
"If you want to take a seat, I'll be with you in just one moment!" She spoke in a nearly sing-songy tone.