"Your stomach?"
The doctor's gaze fell to his abdomen. "Take off your shirt. Let me see the wound."
Philinos said, "...Just give me the medicine."
The doctor leaned back in his chair, twirling a pen in his hand, and pointed to the regulations on the left wall. "What do you think this is, a vegetable market? I'm a doctor, not a grocer. I can't just give you whatever you want. I have to prescribe medicine that fits the diagnosis."
Besides, ever since Zone 15 was promoted to the Central District, regulations on things like medicine and weapons had become much stricter. Zone 15 was in a developmental phase. If they could get a handle on healthcare and security, they were just waiting for females to come and settle here.
Philinos turned his head to look at the regulations, which covered half the wall in enormous print. "..."
Thinking of the little female's pained expression, he placed his hand on his knife.
