Ashan 17, Arc 721
On the 17th of Ashan, Devin Thorn, master bard, medical genius in progress and unexpected Baron (He had just wanted Alyssia to get the job!) was standing in the treatment room in his exceedingly colourful house in Scalvoris Town. He was rolling up bandages, checking his collection of surgical masks and singing, a silly little children’s song about little ducks in a pond (totally off-key, as usual) because even the dullest and most frustrating activities, such as tidying up the treatment room, were better with a little song.
He had just opened the window in order to let in some fresh air and was wondering if he should also spray a bit of perfume in order to cover the smell of medicine that was hard to get rid of sometimes, when he heard a knock on the door. A moment later, Aidan, his roommate, entered and told him, “Your first patient of the trial just arrived. He is waiting downstairs with his wife. I’m not sure what’s the matter with him – he refused to tell me – but anyway, are you ready, or do you need more time?”
Devin finished rolling up his last bandage, put it into a drawer and turned around, smiling. “Tell him that I’m happy to see him!” he said- which was not a lie. Devin really loved doctoring. He loved it so much that he continued to treat patients whenever he was in Scalvoris Town for business or university-related matters, despite being a Baron, and he had to admit that he was quite excited about his newest patient, whoever he might be.
If a patient refused to reveal what his problem was right away, something was usually up. It was either something incredibly embarrassing, or something nasty and a bit gnarly, or both, and Devin loved such ailments especially. He put on a pair of protective gloves (blue, to match the sky-blue outfit that he was currently wearing), just in case the potentially embarrassing and/or nasty thing his patient had was a bit contagious. Having that done, he plopped down on the chair behind his desk, a wide smile on his face and waited.
A few moments later, the patient (and his wife) finally entered. Both of them were in their fifties, and human. The woman was a bit overweight, with grey hair that she wore in a bun, and a dress with a floral pattern that reminded him of the dresses that Rose Lefluer, the librarian, usually wore, except that it was less pink. The man on the other hand looked like a lumberjack, with long ruddy hair, a matching beard – and a broad bandana that he had wrapped around his forehead, and he appeared to be the epitome of health.
In fact, Devin had hardly ever seen a healthier patient which was a little unfortunate, to be honest.
Maybe he was a hypochondriac though?
He’d always wanted to treat someone with a fake illness!
On the 17th of Ashan, Devin Thorn, master bard, medical genius in progress and unexpected Baron (He had just wanted Alyssia to get the job!) was standing in the treatment room in his exceedingly colourful house in Scalvoris Town. He was rolling up bandages, checking his collection of surgical masks and singing, a silly little children’s song about little ducks in a pond (totally off-key, as usual) because even the dullest and most frustrating activities, such as tidying up the treatment room, were better with a little song.
He had just opened the window in order to let in some fresh air and was wondering if he should also spray a bit of perfume in order to cover the smell of medicine that was hard to get rid of sometimes, when he heard a knock on the door. A moment later, Aidan, his roommate, entered and told him, “Your first patient of the trial just arrived. He is waiting downstairs with his wife. I’m not sure what’s the matter with him – he refused to tell me – but anyway, are you ready, or do you need more time?”
Devin finished rolling up his last bandage, put it into a drawer and turned around, smiling. “Tell him that I’m happy to see him!” he said- which was not a lie. Devin really loved doctoring. He loved it so much that he continued to treat patients whenever he was in Scalvoris Town for business or university-related matters, despite being a Baron, and he had to admit that he was quite excited about his newest patient, whoever he might be.
If a patient refused to reveal what his problem was right away, something was usually up. It was either something incredibly embarrassing, or something nasty and a bit gnarly, or both, and Devin loved such ailments especially. He put on a pair of protective gloves (blue, to match the sky-blue outfit that he was currently wearing), just in case the potentially embarrassing and/or nasty thing his patient had was a bit contagious. Having that done, he plopped down on the chair behind his desk, a wide smile on his face and waited.
A few moments later, the patient (and his wife) finally entered. Both of them were in their fifties, and human. The woman was a bit overweight, with grey hair that she wore in a bun, and a dress with a floral pattern that reminded him of the dresses that Rose Lefluer, the librarian, usually wore, except that it was less pink. The man on the other hand looked like a lumberjack, with long ruddy hair, a matching beard – and a broad bandana that he had wrapped around his forehead, and he appeared to be the epitome of health.
In fact, Devin had hardly ever seen a healthier patient which was a little unfortunate, to be honest.
Maybe he was a hypochondriac though?
He’d always wanted to treat someone with a fake illness!