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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2013 7:33:42 GMT
"You may begin the rehabilitation treatment in two weeks," she pulled out the last needle from his calf and dropped it in the trashcan, "just don't forget about the followup appointment next month." Elegant handwriting now filled the medical record. Her right wrist flicked up lightly and tapped down one final dot in habit, a sign of completion. The tilt of her lips was gentle and reassuring as ever when she turned to hand the athlete his copy of the page. The man bid his thanks, but the expression on his face seemed like he might just hop over one his one good leg and hug her. It was in his plan, perhaps, but Yin Xing had already turned back to her table clearly not interested in any unnecessary physical contact. He left—eventually—and all that echoed in the room was the quiet shuffling of paper. That should be her last patient for today, if there were no surprises. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 14:06:51 GMT
It had only been a day since she had told him that he probably had a small penis, and Junk had put together an extreme plan. Completely disregarding that the chick was some nobody classmate who didn't like him no matter how big his penis might be, it became Junk's mission to improve his genitalia. "I got some business with the, uh, the doctor. Yeah, it's definitely an emergency," he loudly reassured the clinician at the front desk with big 'duh' eyes. The appointment-keeper at the front desk was soft-spoken and meek, so all that could be heard around the corners of the herbalism clinic was the punk's loud kvetching. "No, I didn't make an appointment, its an emergency." He acted like this were the hospital, like ambulances might be outside and he might be stabbed and bonkers off the adrenaline - or vaguely pretending to be so. "Of course I'm in pain, ten out of ten! All right? Now can I see the Doc before I keel over?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 6:49:08 GMT
The ruckus penetrated through the walls eventually, in forms of vague shouts and quiet mumbles, one of which Yin Xing recognized as one of the receptionist's. She was off duty, technically, and the person out there— no matter who— wasn't her responsibility to handle. Rules were rules for a reason. The nagging professionalism didn't let her go that easily. There was always the chance that it was an urgent case and what kind of doctor would she be if she just stood up and left? Her face pulled into a soft frown as she started making her way out. "It is okay, Andrea." She stopped at where the hall met the lobby, assuring the older woman with softly, "You can let him in, No need to wake the whole block with all this noise." Then, with a smile more polite, Yin Xing's eyes finally landed on her new patient, "Follow me, please." |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2013 9:57:19 GMT
When the doctor came out and took Junk's side against the secretary, he nodded like a bobblehead. Like an antelope, he leaped after the herbalist. Junk looked over his shoulder at the secretary a couple times, leering back at her as she put on her cardigan to go home. His steps following the white coat's were light and erratic, swaying left to right in their squeaky converse shoes. His eyes roved over everything. The little details stood out to him, even though, he was here for the most important detail of all. His eyes flicked down to his zipper, then back up at the doctor's back. "How much experience have yah got, doc?" he asked. @xing |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 2:25:17 GMT
"Almost a lifetimes worth. It's a family trade.“ Yinxing replied lightheartedly, with a soft note of rancour that even she missed and continued with a soothing tone that came naturally to her profession, "Worry not, if it turns out to be something beyond my capability, I'll make sure to contact a specialist." The duration of the short walk into her office was faultless as she motioned to the ward bed pushed against the wall. There was so much information she could already take just from the way he carried himself. Of course, Yinxing wasn't one to make assumptions. "Please take a seat." Her voice was definitive as she took a seat of her own, pulling out an empty form from a stack on the desk. "Now, what can I help you with?" |
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