The door opens and a face looks out at you. Tired, baggy eyes widen and a groan exits his throat as he facepalms.

"Oh, for the love of-! Don't you have someone else to bother?! I'm a damn veterinarian! Not a medic!"

He sighs, massaging his temples before huffing and throwing the door open to you.

"You're damn lucky I have a soft heart," he grumbles as he leads you inside, muttering curses in Natlanese as you walk down the hall and into the exam room. Ifa gestures towards the table. "Sit. And stay still this time, damn it!"