“Okay, I think that’s all for the check up. All of your vital signs has been normal for a week so you’re all clear to go.”
Ayla lightly pressed her sore wrist as soon as the doctor took out the needle connected to an empty IV bag from her wrist.
Doctor Ho put a cotton swab on the injection site, while chiding. “As for you, you should really value your health as a military student, Recruit Ayla. You are terribly malnourish to be accepted here and even survive this far.”
This was already her third batch of IV fluids in the week. It was something the doctor immediately prescribed to her after reading her worrisome physical test results. Fortunately, the doctor was merciful and gave them time to improve Ayla’s diet before saying anything to their instructor.
Doctor Ho still wasn’t done talking, while flipping through his clipboard exasperatedly. “Really, it’s the first time I see someone look so healthy, but had the chart of a sick man.”